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What is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from it's restless tides, that it may rise and expand unencumbered. Only
when I drink from the river of silence, shall I indeed sing. And when I have reached the mountain top, then I shall begin
to climb. And when the eath has claimed my limbs, then I shall truly dance.
The veil that clouded my eyes has been lifted by the hands that wove it. The memories given to us on earth we shall keep.
Forget not that we shall be togehter again. For you have sung to me in my aloneness and I of your longings have built a tower
to the sky. Fairwell to you all and the time on earth I have spent with you ...
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Annette Doreen Forsyth
December 16, 1970 - March 4, 1992
My Beautiful Sister!!
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Richard Martin Forsyth
November 19, 1940 - March 3, 2000
Beloved Son, Brother, Father, Grandfather & Friend!
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Catherine Fallon Davis
Dec.28,1917-July 4,1999
A Great Mother, Grandmother & Friend!!
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Notice not the dates above but what mattered most of all is the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time that they spent alive on earth...
And now only us who loved them know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own, the cars... the house... the cash. What matters is how we live and love and how we
spend our dash. So think about this long and hard... Are there things you'ld like to change? For you never know how much time
is left that can still be rearranged. If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real and always try to
understand the way other people feel.
Be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we've never loved before. Treat
each other with respect and more often wear a smile and remember that our dash might only last a little while.
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