Prayers

Just a prayer from the family who loved you, Just a memory fond and true, In our hearts you will live forever, Because we thought the world of you.

There is a place I’ve heard of where the roses are always red and where, at last, pain and suffering is no more, and you can walk in, take off your aches, sit down, all fears gone, and say: Hello God. I’m here”.

Along the road of suffering, You found a little lane, That took you up to heaven, And ended all your pain. You may be out of sight, We may be worlds apart; But you are always in our prayers, And forever in our hearts.

O God, the Creator and Redeemer of all the faithful grant to the souls of Thy servants departed, the full remission of their sins, that through pious supplications they may obtain the pardon which they have always desired. Who livest and reignest world without end. Amen.

It was a sudden parting, Too bitter to forget, Those who loved you dearly, Are the ones who can’t forget. We often sit and think of you, And think of how you died, To think you could not say goodbye, Before you closed your eyes. Your life was one of kindly deeds, A helping hand…

To those I have left behind, Some things I’d like to say, But first of all to let you know, That I’ve arrived o.k. I’m writing this from Heaven, Where I dwell with God above, Where there’s no more tears and sadness, There’s just eternal love. The day I had to leave you, When my…

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me as you used. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed…

‘S a Mháthair Mhic Dé Go gcuire tú mé ar mo leas. Go sábhála tú mé Ó gach uile olc Go sábhála tú mé Idir anam is chorp. Go sábhála tú mé Ar muir is ar tír Go sábhála tú mé Ar leic na bpian. Gárda na nAingeal Ós mo chionn Dia romham Agus Dia…

All I ask is that wherever you may be, you will always remember me at Holy Communion and at the foot of the Altar. – St. Monica.

O Sweet Jesus, for the sake of Thy Bitter Passion and the sorrows of Thy Immaculate Mother, have mercy on his soul, and let the light of Thy Countenance shine upon him. Amen.

We lost a father with a heart of gold, How much we miss him can never be told, He shared our troubles and helped us along, If we follow his footsteps we can never go wrong. We miss you from your fireside chair, Your loving smile and gentle air, Your vacant place no one can…

God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, And the wisdom to know the difference.