Suzanne wrote a poem in honor of her brother for the service, and she's kindly given me permission to print it here.
The measure of a man is not only what he achieves in his life
but how he achieves it.
The measure of a man is not only who he loves,
but who loves him.
The measure of a man is not only how he greets family,
but how he greets strangers.
The measure of a man is not only his gentleness
in dealing with his friends,
but his strength in dealing with his enemies.
The measure of a man is not only his joy in living life,
but his bravery in facing death.
My brother Jeffrey was a man who measured up -- a true man.
-- Suzanne Vanstone
If you'd like to use this yourself, or quote part of it, please email me at maggiejmoore@yahoo.com and I'll ask Suzanne for permission.
4 comments:
I'm so sorry to hear about your friend's loss. I can't imagine losing my sister at all, let alone at 47.
That is really beautiful. What a perfect sentiment.
Hugs, Margaret
and a beautiful poem.
BTW... I'm waiting to hear your thoughts on the previews for The Other Boleyn Girl. Very excited about this one.
I read the book, and liked it, although I found one thing that sorta stretched my suspension of disbelief. I'm not a huge fan of Scarlett Johannsen (sp?), so that's a bit of a downside.
We'll still be going, of course!
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