Butterfly funeral program

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Miss me, but let me go. When you are lonely and sick of heart Go to the friends we know, And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, Miss me but let me go. A Symbol of Hope A Symbol of Hope A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam And for a brief moment its glory and beauty belong to our world But then it flies again And though we wish it could have stayed… We feel lucky to have seen it.

You bring me respite From grief and despair Every time I see you Sailing through the air. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am diamonds that glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush of butterflies in joyous 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. Butterfly Benediction May the morning sun caress you, The rains of change refresh you, And the gentle breeze of His Spirit Lift the wings of your transformation.

Breen, copyright Dedicated to my mother,. On The Wings Of Hope As an ancient legend goes; If anyone desires a wish to come true, they must capture a butterfly and whisper that wish to it. Although this legend implies that we should keep our wishes silent, there are some wishes that need to be expressed out loud.

To those that have been touched by the disease we are helping to fight today, We wish the caregivers strength and tranquility, and thank them for their gifted labor of love. We wish the survivors a long and happy life, and thank them for showing us how to fight with courage and determination.

We wish those currently fighting the battle energy and hope, and thank them for showing us what true bravery is all about. And finally, we wish the victims peace and love, and thank them for the joy and happiness they brought to us. Hold a hand, say a prayer, close your eyes and see me there.

And for a brief moment its glory and beauty belong to our world. But then it flies on again, and though we wish it could have stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it.

The animals you have been given will emerge from their envelopes and alight on your hand for a moment before flying off. Butterflies, a symbol of life, and freedom, were always special to name. When instructed, please open the envelope and allow the butterfly to emerge on its own. It may take a few moments for the beautiful creature to adjust to the light and temperature before it flies off.

These animals are natives, will thrive and insure the continuation of their species, keeping memory alive. This Butterfly Story was sent in by Tammy in honor of her son Christopher In a green meadow filled with Milkweed and flowers there lived a colony of caterpillars. They were a happy colony, living a quiet life in the cool shade. For many months they were very busy, scurrying around and munching on the soft Milkweed leaves.

They did notice that every once in a while one of the colony seemed to lose interest in crawling around with its friends. It would go off alone and crawl high up in the trees. It gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more. Where do you think he is going?

No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled. Finally one of the caterpillars gathered its friends together. The next one of us who climbs to the tops of the trees must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why. One spring day not long after the caterpillar who had suggested the plan found himself climbing high up into the trees.

Up up and up he went, higher and higher into the trees. Before he knew what was happening he had broken through the canopy of leaves into the warm sunlight and fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke he looked about in surprise. A startling change had come over his old body. He now had beautiful wings!