It was a dark and stormy night... Well, it was dark, and drizzling steadily. We had a good attendance this year, even though the weather was poor.
Sue began our 2011 celebration with this speech...
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This is our eighth year at this tree lighting, and Emily's Tree has grown! The garden is beautiful in the spring with all the bulbs that have been planted by the Girl Scouts. The summer has blooming flowers planted by Philip Herro.
Our Memorial garden is beautiful in all seasons thanks to the many friends that tend them. We thank you!
Tonight, we are here to remember our beloved pets who have crossed over the bridge. I have been reminded that while we remember those pets, and honor those pets still with us, all those donations you have generously given, help and honor those animals that are here at the shelter, waiting to become someone's beloved pet.
Thank you for your support and all your good thoughts, not only tonight but throughout the year. Our animals depend on it.
We couldn't do what we do without you, and we thank you! |
Rev. Robert Martin followed with a short prayer in memory of those that have gone before us. We then retired to the shelter lobby to warm up, fill up and talk it up.
Lights of Remembrance has found a
permanent home at the shelter plaza with Emily's Tree. Each year the ceremony is observed on the evening of December 6, in honor of the birthday of Emily Ross, one of our most dedicated volunteers.
If you would like to include a memorial listing of your pets, passed
and/or present, but have not received a donation form in the mail, click this link to download the donation form
and mail it to the shelter. You will need to have Adobe Reader installed to use the form.
Each year thereafter you will receive yours in the mail.
Thank you for supporting Lights of
Remembrance!
We'd like to hear from you, so feel free to email us with your comments
or questions, and keep those letters and pictures coming!
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"We who choose to surround ourselves with
lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle,
easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still
would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain
immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan."
from "The Once Again Prince," Separate
Lifetimes, by Irving Townsend
