Your love was our blessing, and you shall never be forgotten
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands.
(Psalm 91, 11)
Memories
I am the resurrection and the life. Anyone who believes in me will live, even after dying. Everyone who lives in me and believes in me will never ever die.
(John 11, 25)
For some, you were the best big sister they can imagine...
For others you were a beloved mother...
And for one man, you were his first and true love of his life...
And a very good friend, for some, even their best one...
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, (…) a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.
(Ecclesiastes 3, 1-4)
When someone you love becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure. Our thoughts and love will always be filled with your memory. Death will never be able to keep us apart, because it is not life that unites us, but eternal love.
Through the memories we share with you, you will always be at our side.
At the end, all that stays is gratitude and love.
You will be missed by all of us who were lucky enough to call you a friend, mother, sister or wife. I love you, mom.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.
(1. Corinthians 13:4-8a)