Unable are the Loved to die, for love is immortality, the Reverend quoted at the end of the marriage service, a blessing not only for the happy couple exchanging vows, but also in remembrance of Jet, whose favorite poet was Emily Dickinson, and of Franny, who had sacrificed so much for those she loved.

Despite the curse, despite the losses you might endure, she knew now that love was the only thing that lasted. It was inside you and with you for all eternity.

If you are loved, you never lose the person who loved you. You carry them with you all your life. They were with her as she ran.

Love someone and they're yours forever.

If you are loved, you never lose the person who loved you. You carry them with you all your

No life is great that does not point to Christ.

The life blood streaming thro' my heart, Or my more dear immortal part, Is not more fondly dear.

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever.

If tears could build a stairway, And memories a lane, I'd walk right up to Heaven And bring you home again.

I sing of a maidenThat is makeless;King of all kingsTo her son she ches.

Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

Even at midnight the sun was still bright, All because you kissed me goodnight!