Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho, from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Love Lives On

Those we love remain with us,

for Love itself lives on.

Cherished memories never fade;

because one loved is gone.

Those we love can never be

more than a thought apart,

for as long as there's a memory

they live on in our heart.

Think of her as living

in the hearts of those she touched,

for nothing loved is ever lost,

and she was loved so much.

Author Unknown