You who give counsel to others
must now give counsel to yourself.
You to whom others turn for wisdom
turn to yourself.
You to whom others come for comfort
must comfort yourself.
We Comforters and consolers,
the healers of others
need comfort and consolation
In sickness, in death, in tragedy
we are the same.
May the last hours not eclipse the entire life
May the pain, forgetfulness, the suffering
not erase the joy, memory, exaltation of life.
no gesture of love, or smile of encouragement
is swallowed up by death
In memory there is a resurrection of the life of the spirit
Memory is our hold on the past
solace in the present
hope for the future.
Memory enjoys a life of its own
a transfusion of meaning
from one life to others.
You who have given heart and soul to others
who have sheltered others from wind and storms
Guard yourself from melancholy.
You who have given wisdom to others
Open yourself to your hard-earned knowledge.
Remember that the wound does not heal at once
But slowly forms protective layers.
You who have known grief and pain
have known deep friendships, relationships of respect and trust.
You taught others
to survive the affliction of sorrow
You taught others
to transcend the tragic moment
Your beloved who gave you life
passed on to you
a miraculous spark
May it illumine your path
brighten your way.
Honor the ones recalled
Immortalize them with your undying spirit
Sanctify their memory
by sanctifying the world with the blessings of
Loved by their children
and children's children
One generation flows into another
The river remains eternal.
Rise to your feet
to confront death.
Not supine, not in negation
But in affirmation of life
in sanctification of God's name
in the hallowing of life on earth.
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