A Database of the Dead

Cynthia died at the age of 16, in 1979. She was a gentle being, who bravely endured a great deal of physical and emotional pain. Never one to complain, she forged ahead, finding joy wherever she could. She had beautiful, thick dark chestnut hair, and brown, soulful eyes. Instead of taking up space in the forefront, she quietly observed the world, and made keen observations. She understood more than most, the unfairness of life, and she accepted her hardships with grace and dignity. Her light didn't shine for long, but she lives on in so many who loved her profoundly.

She wanted to be remembered as a teacher who gave everything to those she taught. She was also a master griever. I could not understand this as a child. But you are still teaching me now, Mum. Minha mãe, meu coração.

Dont think of him as gone away his journeys just begun; Life holds so many facets this earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting from the sorrows and the tears in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years. Think how he must be wishing that we could know today how nothing but our sadness can really pass away. And think of him as living in the hearts of those he touched......for nothing loved was ever lost and he was loved so much