| As Lee shared with me the names of our deceased classmates, I recalled memories of things I did and memories of those with whom I did them. I often preside at memorial services; and the bereaved friends and family are usually encouraged when at the end of the service I recite this poem, written by Marcia Updyke. Sometimes Sometimes, Memories are like rain showers, Sprinkling down on you, catching you unaware. And then, they are gone, Leaving you warm and refreshed Sometimes, Memories are like thunderstorms, Beating down on you, Relentless in their downpour. And then they will cease, Leaving you tired and bruised. Sometimes, Memories are like shadows, Sneaking up behind you, Following you around. Then they disappear, Leaving you sad and confused. Sometimes, Memories are like comforters, Surrounding you with warmth, Luxuriously abundant. And sometimes they stay, Wrapping you in contentment. As you peruse these names, I trust that the memories invoked will be like comforters, surrounding you with warmth, that they will be luxuriously abundant. I trust the memories will stay and wrap you in contentment. Blessings, Pastor Tom Bousman 
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