He is not dead, he who leaves us this great heritage of remembered joy.
He still lives in our hearts, in the happiness we knew, in the dreams we shared.
He still breathes in the lingering fragrance, windblown, from his favourite flowers.
He still smiles in the moonlight’s silver and laughs in the sunlight’s gold.
He still speaks in the echoes of words we’ve heard him say again and again.
He still moves, in the rhythm of waving grasses and in the dance of the tossing branches.
He is not dead. His memory is warm in our hearts, comfort in our sorrow.
He is not apart from us, but is a part of us.
For love is eternal and those we love shall be with us throughout all eternity.