I've decided to include this and subsequent pages
for several reasons, one being the amount of people who mail me
saying they found so much comfort when visiting the page I
already had.......everything chosen for this page has given me
comfort and strength when times have been very painful and dark,
so I hope with all my heart that the words written here will
continue to do so, I do believe Spirit never dies, it lives on
in our hearts. Losing a cherished friend is a painful
time, I know from experience those terrible feelings of grief.
Just this side of heaven is a place called
The Rainbow Bridge
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone
here, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and
hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play
together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our
friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health
and vigour. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and
strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and
times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one
small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who
had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one
suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are
intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from
the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him
faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend
finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be
parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands
again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the
trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never
absent from your heart.
Then you cross The Rainbow Bridge together....
The following poem needs no introduction from me I'm sure
A POEM FOR THE
Do not stand at my
grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...
NOTE: There is considerable conflict over the actual authorship
of this poem. It is most commonly attributed to a Mary Frye (and
believed to have been written around 1932); however, nothing is
known of the author. It is, however,
believed to be one of the most requested (and reprinted) poems
in the English language!
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