For each time you smile you will find it's true somebody, somewhere, will smile back at you.

Time is not measured by the years that you live But by the deeds that you do and the joy that you give- And each day as it comes brings a chance to each one To love to the fullest, leaving nothing undone That would brighten the life or lighten the load Of some weary traveler lost on Life's Road- So what does it matter how long we may live If as long as we live we unselfishly give.

Precious and priceless, so lovable, too; The world's sweetest miracle, baby, is you.

Grief is a solitary journey. No one but you knows how great the hurt is. No one but you can know the gaping hole left in your life when someone you know has died. And no one but you can mourn the silence that was once filled with laughter and song. It is the nature of love and of death to touch every person in a totally unique way. Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey. And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again.

Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey. And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again.

A mother's love is like an island, In life's ocean vast and wide, A peaceful, quiet shelter, From the restless, rising tide.

For a mother's love is fashioned, After God's enduring love, It is endless and unfailing, Like the love of Him above.