William Harrell

Would like to Wish his Family my Deepest-Condolences & Sympathy! --Michael A. Rorer/now, in Portsmouth, Va./

Brenda, Joan and Terri,
Was sorry to hear of the passing of your dad. Our prayers are with you guys and your families.
Barbara Harrell Waldron and Jack Waldron

Warm Summer Sun

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

By Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
The Poetry Foundation

Brenda, Joanie and Terry:
Words cannot express the deep sorrow I feel at the passing of your dad. I know how you feel and my heart and love goes out to you.
Shirl (Stubbs) Moyer

Music, when soft voices die

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Poetry Foundation

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

Be Still

Be still like the grass on a melancholy summer day
Be still like desert shrub.

Be calm and you will hear your loved one speak, in the stillness, in the calm, their love resounds.

If you are still this promise I make, you will hear the voice of your loved one helping you along your way.