Memorial Page

Our birth
is but a sleep
and a forgetting:

The Soul
that rises with us,

our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere

its setting,
And cometh
from afar:

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing
clouds of glory
do we come

From God,
who is our home:

Heaven lies
about us
in our infancy!

William Wordsworth

"Ode: Intimation of Immortality"

MEMORIAL PAGE

2008 Passing

Scottie Senter

“Little by little, as we grieve for the lost loved ones, we begin to remember not just that they died, but that they lived.”

The following classmates have passed away, please keep them in your thoughts and prayers.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.

William Shakespeare
Sonnet 30