Within our hearts we always keep

A special place for you,

And try to do our best to live

As you would want us to.

As we loved you, so we miss you,

In our memory you are near;

Loved, remembered, longed for always

With the passing of each year. 














She walks with us down quiet paths,

And speaks in wind and rain,

For the magic of her memory,

Gives her back to us again. 







My Beautiful Aunt

Remember when we were sitting
In your garden
You didn't Have a lot of time left
On this earth
But you told me 
You had seen the place 
You would be going to
You told me it was a beautiful garden
With beautiful trees and flowers 
and you would feel no pain any longer
you told me the Cancer would all be gone
and you would be so happy
I know now that you knew the pain 
of losing you would be to much for me
to bear
Even though you were in pain 
You still tried to comfort me
I love you auntie Sandra 
So Spread your wings and Fly
My Beautiful Butterfly








Every day, in some small way,

Memories of you come our way.

Though absent, you are ever near,

Still missed, still loved, and ever dear. 

Your gentle face and patient smile.
With sadness we recall
You had a kindly word for each
And died beloved by all.
The voice is mute and stilled
the heart
That loved us well and true.
Ah, bitter was the trial to part
From one so good as you.
You are not forgotten Sandra
Nor will you ever be
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee.
We miss you now, our hearts
are sore,
As time goes by we miss you more,
Your loving smile, your gentle face
No one can fill your vacant place.









A million times I've needed you

A million times I've cried,

If love could have saved you

You never would have died.

Things we feel most deeply

Are the hardest things to say,

My dearest one, I loved you,

In a very special way.

If I could have one lifetime wish

One dream that could come true,

I'd pray to God with all my heart

For yesterday and you 












In our home she is fondly remembered,

Sweet memories cling to her name;

Those who loved her in life sincerely,

Still love her in death just the same. 





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 soft star that shines

at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there; I did not die. 

Thank you My Dear Friend Delia
and all at Precious Memorials
For your Love and Support 


http://www.preciousmemorials.com/index.html


Please Visit My Dad 


http://thomas-packer.memory-of.com/about.aspx