God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be
so he put his arms around you
and whispered,
"Come to Me"

With tearful eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away
and although we love you dearly
we could not make you stay.

A Golden heart stopped beating
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove us
he only takes the best

If tears could build a stairway
and thoughts a memory lane
I'd walk right up to heaven
and bring you home again
No Farewell words were spoken
No time to say good-bye
You were gone before I knew it
And only God knows why.

My heart's still active in sadness
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one can ever know.
But now I know you want us
To mourn for you no more
To remember all the happy times
Life still has much in store.

Since you'll never be forgotten
I pledge to you today
A hallowed place within my heart

You fed us well, you made us strong
You taught us to know right from wrong
You made us feel that we belong
You showed us the value of a song

You gave us life, you gave us love

You always knew the way we feel
You used the words you thought might heal
You convinced us it was no big deal
Your advice would keep it real

You gave us life, you gave us love

You would use your powers to beguile
You sometimes used that wicked smile
You would buck the trend but all the while
You’d be doing it in style

You gave us life, you gave us love

Broken hearts you liked to mend

My aunty is an angel,
I no she’ll never leave,
She’s watching me right now,
She’s the light that’s guiding me!

She was a fabulous woman,
So beautiful wise and true,
Its for those very reasons
Shes helping me get through!

There’s memories left in my heart,
Because there she’ll always remain.
Shell be with me through out my life,
Until I see her once again!

She was young in terms of nannies,
In terms of knowledgeable Mums,
But I no my cousins will remember her,
Cause she’s our number one.

Shes was my friend, my aunty,
She was like my second mum.

King Solomon, very old, was sitting in his garden when he felt someone standing behind him.

He turned, and recognized the Angel of Death.

"I, Solomon, wisest man ever, must also die?", He asked.

"Yes", said the Angel of Death, "unless you drink the water of life, from paradise. Since you are Solomon, I will give you three days to get the water."

Wise Solomon asked his animal friends who would bring water from paradise.

King of birds, the Eagle, volunteered.

On the third day, the Eagle returned with a goblet of water resting on one wing.

When I come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in gloom-filled rooms,
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little--but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low;
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me--but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take,
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And busy your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me - but let me go.

A wife, a mother, a grandma too,
This is the legacy we have from you.
You taught us love and how to fight,
You gave us strength, you gave us might.
A stronger person would be hard to find,
And in your heart, you were always kind.
You fought for us all in one way or another,
Not just as a wife not just as a mother.
For all of us you gave your best,
Now the time has come for you to rest.
So go in peace, you've earned your sleep,
Your love in our hearts, we'll eternally keep.

A mum is one of life's best gifts,
Someone to treasure all life through,
She's caring and loving,
Thoughtful and true.

Someone who is always a special part of your life,
Someone who holds a prime place in your heart,
She's a mentor, a confident and also a friend,
Someone on whose love you can depend.

A mum always has your best interests at heart,
She's someone so dear and so good,
She's a blessing, she's a gift,
She's a treasure like no other,
She's someone that is truly wonderful.

Wherever you go, and whatever you do,

Stop All The Clocks (Made famous by the 1994 movie "Four Weddings and a Funeral.")

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;