An old friend lost her husband a couple of weeks ago, two weeks short of his retirement. He was a kind, gentle man. Here is the quote used at his memorial service:
When I die if you need to weep
Cry for your brother or sister
Walking the street beside you
And when you need me, put your arms around anyone
And give them what you used to give me.
I want to leave you something,
Something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I've known or loved
And if you cannot give me away
At least let me live in your eyes and not your mind.
You can love me most by letting hand touch hands
By letting bodies touch bodies
And by letting go of children that need to be free.
Love doesn't die; people do
So when all that's left of me is love
Give me away.