To know her was to love her. She would rather give than receive. She gave so much and demanded so little. She loved people and laughter. Inscribed in bronze, the Metal of the Ages, they are an ideal, thoughtful expression of your devotion, marking the revered final resting place of one held dear, and lasting through eternity.
Children are our most precious possessions.
Great writers who knew the magic of childhood have penned some appropriate words. Inscribed in everlasting bronze on the final resting place of a beloved child, they provide a loving tribute to one who has brought so much joy to the world, for much too short a time. The dutifulness of children is the foundation of all virtue. Cicero Children bring their own love with them when they come. Oh, for boyhood's time of June crowding years into one brief moon.