The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Your memory is our keepsake, with which we will never part.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor touched… but are felt in the heart.

To live in hearts we leave is not to die.

Memories are like threads of gold, they never tarnish or grow old.

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