Quotes about Memorial

Keep my memory green.

We should keep the dead before our eyes, and honor them as though still living

With the tears a Land hath shed Their graves should ever be green...

One of the best days of the year, for me, was Decoration Day, when people would come from near and far with flowers to decorate the graves. Besides being beautiful and fragrant with all the roses and peonies and boughs of mock orange, it was a kind of grace and benediction, and a kind of homecoming. I liked to make a show of being busy in the graveyard so I could watch and listen.

The orchestra had ceased and were now climbing onto their chairs, with their instruments. The floral offerings flew; the coffin teetered. Catch it! a voice shouted. They sprang forward, but the coffin crashed heavily to the floor, coming open. The corpse tumbled slowly and sedately out and came to rest with its face in the center of a wreath. Play something! the proprietor bawled, waving his arms; play! Play!

If I had to do it all over again, would I want my dad here? I would say no. Our world is in a better place because our father gave his life.

Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who already left.

The Mass is a memorial of Christ's sacrifice, not in the sense of an exterior commemoration, but as a living and supremely efficacious re-presentation of that sacrifice, pouring out into our hearts the redemptive power of the Cross and the grace of the resurrection, which enables us to live in God.

Poor is the nation that has no heroes, but poorer still is the nation that having heroes, fails to remember and honor them.

Carefully they replaced the soil and covered the entire grave with uprooted grass. Neither one had spoken a word.

Often the crowd does not recognize a leader until he has gone, and then they build a monument for him with the stones they threw at him in life.

Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.