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Lou-ah-vull:
I wanted to share the "readings" that served as the base and inspiration for this year's memorial service.  The service receives its power, however, from the people who we remember and we the people who remember them.  Remember the line, you are all fabulous creatures, every one of you--and I bless you, more life!

The Shawshank Redemption

Andy: So you donít forgetÖ forget that there are places in the world that arenít made out of stone. That thereís something inside that they canít get to, that they canít touch. Itís yours.
Red: What are you talking about?
Andy: Hope.
Red: Hope? Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. Itís got no use on the inside. You better get used to that idea.

Red: I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

Andy: Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.

Red: I think itís the excitement that only a free man can feel, a free man starting a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain.  I hope Andy is down there.   I hope I can make it across the border.  I hope to see my friend and shake his hand.  I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. 

I hope.

A River Runs Through It

Norman:  It is those with live with and love and should know who elude us. 
Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.
Then in the half light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and my memoriesÖand a hope that a fish will rise.
Eventually all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.  The river was cut by the worldís great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time.  On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops.  Under the rocks are the words, and the some of the words are theirs. 
I am haunted by waters.

The Song Remembers When

I was standing at the counter,
I was waiting for the change,
when I heard that old familiar music start.
It was like a lighted match
had been tossed into my soul -
it was like a dam had broken in my heart.

After taking every detour,
gettin' lost and losing track,
so that even if I wanted I could not find my way back.
After driving out the memory of the way things might have been...
After I'd forgotten all about us,
the song remembers when.

We were rolling through the Rockies,
we were up above the clouds,
when a station out of Jackson played that song.
And it seemed to fit the moment,
and the moment seemed to freeze,
when we turned the music up and sang along.

And there was a God in Heaven,
and the world made perfect sense.
We were young and were in love and we were easy to convince.
We were headed straight for  Eden,
it was just around the bend,
and though I had forgotten all about it,
the song remembers when.

I guess something must've happened
and we must've said goodbye.
And my heart must have been broken,
though I can't recall just why...
The song remembers when.

Well for all the miles between us,
and for all the time that's passed,
you would think I haven't gotten very far.
And I hope my hasty heart
will forgive me just this once
if I stop to wonder how on earth you are.
But that's just a lot of water
underneath a bridge I've burned,
and there's no use in back tracking around corners I have turned.
Still I guess some things we bury
are just bound to rise again,
and even if the whole world had forgotten
the song remembers when.

Angels in America:  Millenium Rising & Perestroika


Harper (in the Tropopause):
When we hit thirty five thousand feet, weíll have reached the tropopause.  The great belt of calm air.  As close as I will ever get to the ozone.
I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening.
But I saw something only I could see, because of my astonishing ability to see such things:
Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who perished, from famine, from the war, from the plague, and they floated up like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning.  And the souls of the departed joined hands, clasped ankles and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three atom oxygen molecules, of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired.
Nothingís lost forever.  In this world, there is a kind of painful progress.  Longing for what weíve left behind and dreaming ahead.

Prior (at the Bethesda Fountain):
The fountainís not flowing now, they turn it off in the winter, ice in the pipes.  But in the summer itís a sight to see.  I want to be around to see it.  I plan to be.  I hope to be.
This disease will be the end of many of us, but not nearly all, and the dead will be commemorated and will struggle on with the living, and we are not going away.  We wonít die secret deaths anymore.  The world only spins forward.  We will be citizens.  The time has come now.
Bye now.
You are fabulous creatures, each and every one.
And I bless you:  More life!
The Great Work Begins!

Thank you once again for allowing me to share this with you in Washington, DC and now on our forums.

Gary

denb45:
Gary, Beautiful, just like we all remembered priceless as well as timeless



Hugs  :'(

DEN

klassykitty:
Gary,
You did a wonderful job at the service.  If it's ok with you I want to print this out and put it in my scrapbook.

Also, Can I video tape next years?

Michelle

Lou-ah-vull:
Any one may print as this is all "fair use" for copyright purposes.  In the past others have video recorded a portion of our service and as long as the privacy of the attendees is respected, I see no problem at all.

Gary

wolfter:
Gary, thanks again for the beautiful words spoken at the memorial.  Immediately upon returning home, I requested all these movies from our library.  After listening to you, they touched me differently. 

An Early Frost just confused the first time I watched it, until I watched it again through the eyes of your wisdom. 

I'm defying gravity and regaining hope.   ;)

I also don't mind pictures or videos of me as long as I have the goofy grin/smile, not sure if I want one of me barely controling my emotions?  I would absolutely adore being able to revisit via a video, your moving words should be memoralized for eternity.

Thanks again buddy.

Greg

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