Every Remembrance Day he came for tea (and scotch!) and was a vivid reminder of our country's heroism
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I desire to leave to the men that come after me a remembrance of me in good works.
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He has to pay tribute and commemorate the remembrance of the Holocaust, and I know that he is going to address
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Easter, for me, is a remembrance of what the Lord gave up for me to have salvation. It is about forgiveness of sins and healing. It reminds me that he suffered and died for me, a sinner, that I may have everlasting life; that I may be healed by his strife.
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This is taking the Remembrance service into the future. There is something for those who want the traditional aspect but there is something for all faiths.
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We have, over the years, found that the family members prefer to have a private remembrance on the anniversary date.
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Today marks a new beginning for the members of Seekonk but it is also a day of remembrance for those who lost their lives on 9/11.
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This memorial is more than a remembrance, it's also a reminder that women in the military's service to America is not new and should never again be allowed to go unrecognized. We don't allow women in service as a social favor; we do not train women in the name of a noble social experiment. Today, women in uniform are part of the national security of the United States, and this isn't a modern nicety, it's a military necessity.... Our military wouldn't be what it is today without women.
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A remembrance can mean nothing to the one remembered; it can only remind the ones left behind how little they did while you were still alive.
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As the generation of Holocaust survivors and liberators dwindles, the torch of remembrance, of bearing witness, and of education must continue forward.
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We remember Alex and his family in our prayers. We have cards going out to the members of the pep band and our team wants to do something as a tribute to Alex in his remembrance.
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You are remembered for the rules you break.
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It was a grand day of remembrance.
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It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
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Not marble nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contentsThan unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturnAnd broils roots out the work of masonry, Nor mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burnThe living record of your memory.'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmityShall you pace forth; your praise shall still find roomEven in the eyes of all posterityThat wear this world out to the ending doom. So, till judgement that yourself arise, You in this, and dwell in lovers eyes.
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Writing, music, sculpting, painting, and prayer! These are the three things that are most closely related! Writers, musicians, sculptors, painters, and the faithful are the ones who make things out of nothing. Everybody else, they make things out of something, they have materials! But a written work can be done with nothing, it can begin in the soul! A musical piece begins with a harmony in the soul, a sculpture begins with a formless, useless piece of rock chiseled and formed and molded into the thing that was first conceived in the sculptor's heart! A painting can be carried inside the mind for a lifetime, before ever being put onto paper or canvass! And a prayer! A prayer is a thought, a remembrance, a whisper, a communion, that is from the soul going to what cannot be seen, yet it can move mountains! And so I believe that these five things are interrelated, these five kinds of people are kin.
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To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
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Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of restHath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.
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When someone dies they can be any age you remember can't they ' she asked. As I tried to think of a reply she continued 'You probably think about the grown-up Tess because you were still close to her. But when I woke up I thought of her when she was three wearing a fairy skirt I'd got her in the Woolworth's and a policeman's helmet. Her wand was a wooden spoon. On the bus yesterday I imagined holding her when she was two days old. I felt the warmth of her. I remembered all her fingers clasped around my finger so tiny they didn't even meet. I remembered the shape of her head and stroking the nape of her neck till she slept. I remembered her smell. She smelled of innocence. Other times she's thirteen and so pretty that I worry for her everytime I see a man look at her. All of those Tesses is my daughter.
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The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.
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The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would willingly forget the infant that perished like a blossom from her arms, though every recollection is a pang? Where is the child that would willingly forget the most tender of parents, though to remember be but to lament? Who, even in the hour of agony, would forget the friend over whom he mourns? Who, even when the tomb is closing upon the remains of her he most loved, when he feels his heart, as it were, crushed in the closing of its portal, would accept of consolation that must be bought by forgetfulness? No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection, when the sudden anguish and the convulsive agony over the present ruins of all that we most loved are softened away in pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness - who would root out such a sorrow from the heart? Though it may sometimes throw a passing cloud over the bright hour of gaiety, or spread a deeper sadness over the hour of gloom, yet who would exchange it even for the song of pleasure, or the burst of revelry? No, there is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh, the grave! The grave! It buries every error - covers every defect - extinguishes every resentment! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections.
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On golden wingsThe angels soarwatching usforevermoreFrom their viewpointIn the airA better placeThan what was thereOn golden wings, The angels flyshooting stars across the skyLife's burdens around their feetAnd we'll meet them thereWhen our life's completeOn golden wings, The angels danceHappy the deceitsOf life are pastThey're past the toils, Past the snaresHappy nowIn heaven at lastOn golden wings, The angels riseLeaving withered bodies behindLiving forever in our soulsThey're still here, Just invisible, you know
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Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?
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You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.
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As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine.
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