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The tales told by
memorials are not spoken for the ears but are whispered softly to the soul.
Take a walk among these weather-worn links to the past and listen with your heart.
Hear their stories of days gone by, of life, of love, of memories. Reach out
your hand and feel the warmth that can be found in the cold marble marking
the passing of a life from this plane. It is a warmth that celebrates the
memory of each person as it mourns life's ending. Even the most faded
gravestone, the carefully carved letters barely decipherable after the
passage of years, speaks to us of the struggles and triumphs of an all too
brief existence. Bound to a common fate, destined to sleep in these
regimented rows, pause for a moment to reflect. You are a link in a chain
spanning the gap between the past and the future. Learn from the dead of the
wonder of life. Let the perspective of eternity show you the preciousness of
each moment. There are lessons to be learned--can you listen with your heart? |
