THE FUNERAL DIRECTOR

The Midnight Hour, the darkest hour
That human grief may know,
Sends forth its hurried summons-
Asks me to come - I go!

I know not when the bell may toll,
I know not where the blow may fall,
I only know that I must go 
In answer to the call.

Perhaps a friend - perhaps unknown-
'Tis fate that turns the wheel -
The tangled skein of human life 
Winds slowly on the reel.

And I? - I'm the undertaker,
"Cold-blooded", you'll hear them say.
"Trained to the shock and chill of death.
With a heart that's cold and grey."

Trained - that's what they call it
How little they know the rest -
I'm human, and know the sorrow
That throbs in the aching breast.

Author Unknown

 

Name of Deceased Date of Death
Olave MacDonald August 29, 2010
Mildred F. Brown August 25, 2010
G. Hinman Barrett August 25, 2010
Ruth V. (nee Vincent) Roberts August 20, 2010
Keir Ira Costain August 17, 2010
G. Arnold Burhoe August 16, 2010
Alfred Allison MacLaren August 8, 2010
Eugene S. Murphy July 19, 2010
Eletha Myrtle (Rogerson) Cameron July 16, 2010
Margaret May (nee Murray) Hurry July 10, 2010
Charles E. Jenkins July 10, 2010