The Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. 

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. 

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. 

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. 

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

The Undertaker

The Undertaker

This is for the undertaker,
who’s story is sad to tell,
for what he does is never mentioned,
and often overlooked as well.

He’s not at all what you might picture,
he's not wrinkled, old and gray.
His face is not the pasty white,
like storybooks portray.

Some people laugh and make their jokes,
and some turn up their nose,
and many think that he is strange,
for the life that he has chose.

But there are many things that they don’t see,
and even more that they don't know.
Like all the nights he gets no rest,
but never lets it show.

I have seen him work both day and night,
with no time to eat or sleep.
To care for those in mourning,
and comfort those who weep.

The load he carries on his shoulders,
is more than you or I could bear.
But he always seems to find the time,
to show you that he cares.

So when you see the undertaker,
make sure you see the man,
that does the job that no one wants
and that no one understands.

Take the time to shake his hand,
and a moment to just say “hi.”
I think you'll find the undertaker,
is just an ordinary guy.

By Darlene Rush
A poem written by a friend not associated with the funeral industry...

www.abbottandhast.com 

The Undertaker

By Darlene Rush
A poem written by a friend not associated with the funeral industry...

www.abbottandhast.com 

The Undertaker

This is for the undertaker,
who’s story is sad to tell,
for what he does is never mentioned,
and often overlooked as well.

He’s not at all what you might picture,
he's not wrinkled, old and gray.
His face is not the pasty white,
like storybooks portray.

Some people laugh and make their jokes,
and some turn up their nose,
and many think that he is strange,
for the life that he has chose.

But there are many things that they don’t see,
and even more that they don't know.
Like all the nights he gets no rest,
but never lets it show.

I have seen him work both day and night,
with no time to eat or sleep.
To care for those in mourning,
and comfort those who weep.

The load he carries on his shoulders,
is more than you or I could bear.
But he always seems to find the time,
to show you that he cares.

So when you see the undertaker,
make sure you see the man,
that does the job that no one wants
and that no one understands.

Take the time to shake his hand,
and a moment to just say “hi.”
I think you'll find the undertaker,
is just an ordinary guy.

The Undertaker

By Darlene Rush
A poem written by a friend not associated with the funeral industry...

www.abbottandhast.com 

The Undertaker

This is for the undertaker,
who’s story is sad to tell,
for what he does is never mentioned,
and often overlooked as well.

He’s not at all what you might picture,
he's not wrinkled, old and gray.
His face is not the pasty white,
like storybooks portray.

Some people laugh and make their jokes,
and some turn up their nose,
and many think that he is strange,
for the life that he has chose.

But there are many things that they don’t see,
and even more that they don't know.
Like all the nights he gets no rest,
but never lets it show.

I have seen him work both day and night,
with no time to eat or sleep.
To care for those in mourning,
and comfort those who weep.

The load he carries on his shoulders,
is more than you or I could bear.
But he always seems to find the time,
to show you that he cares.

So when you see the undertaker,
make sure you see the man,
that does the job that no one wants
and that no one understands.

Take the time to shake his hand,
and a moment to just say “hi.”
I think you'll find the undertaker,
is just an ordinary guy.