A limb has fallen from the family tree.
I keep hearing a voice that says, “Grieve not for me”.
Remember the best times, the laughter, the song.
The good life I lived while I was strong.
Continue my heritage, I’m counting on you.
Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine through.
My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest.
Remembering all, how I truly was blessed.
Continue traditions, no matter how small.
Go on with your life, don’t worry about falls
I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin.
Until the day comes we’re together again.
Moose Hill Memorial
Sometime in the early 70’s we were at a District 23 board meeting and a discussion came up about having a place set aside in one of the local cemeteries for deceased Moose members and their families. We had heard of the Masons, Elks and several other organizations having a place dedicated to their deceased members, so why not a Moose Lawn?