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Tombstone Inscriptions

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"And I heard a voice from Heaven saying blessed are the dead which die in the Lord. They may rest from their labours and their works do follow them.

"Loyal wife of my happy days who in this ground my body lays, my spirits rests with God on high When you may meet me by and by."

"Thy memory, my loved one, how precious, how dear; Thy virtues shall lived tho thy dust slumber here. Till the last setting sun o'er this lone heart shall roll, Will cherish thy worth, thou friend of my soul."

"By the Grace of God I am what I am"

" Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same but as God calls us one by one the chain will link again"

Tombstone in an English Churchyard
"As you are
So once was I
As I am
So shall you be"
(Bill Kinter)

"We did not live happily ever after, but we lived happy for a while"

"Gone From our sight but never our memories, gone from out touch but never our hearts"

If tears could build a stairway and memories alone I'd walk right up to Heaven and bring you home again"

"Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled you may break,

you may shatter the vase if you will but the scent of the roses will hang around it still"

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 rain, when you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.  Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there I did not die  (Martha Benamati)

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die (Martha Benamati)

 "No one knows the silent heartache. Only those who have lost can tell of the grief that's born in silence for the ones we love so well"

" Peacefull but silent slumber, peaceful in the grave so long, thou no more will join our number, thou no more our songs shall know"

"A little time on earth he spent till God for him his angel sent and then one time he closed his eyes to wake to glory in the skies"

"Oh sing to me of Heaven when I'm about to die. Sing songs of Holly ecstacy to waft my soul on high"

"Tis Finished! The conflict is past, the heaven born spirit is fled, her wish is accomplished at last, and now she's entombed with the dead. The months of affliction are o'er, the days and the nights of distress; we see her in anguish no more, she's gained her happy release. No sickness or sorrow or pain shall ever disquiet her more, for death to her spirit was gain, since Christ wsa her life when below. Her soul has now taken its flight to mansions of glory above, to mingle with angels of light, and dwell in the Kingdom of Love. The victory now is obtained, she's gone to her dear Savior to see and her wish she fully has gained she's now where she longed to be. The coffin, the shroud and the grave, to her were no objects of dreed, on him who is might to save, her soul was with confidence stayed. Then let us forbear to comlain, that she is now gone from our sight; we soon shall behold her again, with new and redoubled delight."

On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery,

Nova Scotia: Here Lies Ezekial Aikle Age 102
The Good Die Young. (Vernon Cook)

A lawyer's epitath in England:
Sir John Strange
Here lies an honest Lawyer,
And that is Strange. (Vernon Cook)

Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Wisconsin:
I was somebody.
Who, is no business Of yours. (Vernon Cook)

In a Georgia cemetery:
"I told you I was sick" (Vernon Cook)

In a Pennsylvania Cemetery

She threw one hell of a party (C. Orr)

This is on an old tombstone in the woods in Maine.  There is a large stone
for the mother, surrounded on each side by little headstones for children
who died.  The inscription on the mother's stone  reads
                       
                                    "You are gone, dear love.
                                      My heart doth weep.
                                      I shall not rest
                                      Till beside ye I sleep".

There is no sign of the father.

Submitted by Nancy C Libby