Death was nature's way of telling you to slow down.  Grief is the last act of love we can give to those we loved. It's not always the tears that measure the pain. Sometimes it's the smile we fake. Three little words, "Forget me not" don't seem much but mean a lot. Just a memory fond and true to show, dear Gulshan, we think of you.  We are sad within our memory. Lonely are our hearts today; for the one we loved so dearly has forever been called away. We think of you in silence. No eye may see us weep; but many silent tears are shed when others are asleep. Always so good, unselfish and kind few on this earth his equal we find. Honorable and upright in all his ways, loyal and true to the end of his days. You are not forgotten, dear Gulshan.

His smiling way and pleasant face are a pleasure to recall, He had a kindly word for each And he died beloved by all. Some day we hope to meet him some day we know not when, To clasp his hand in the better land never to part again. Remembrance is a golden chain death tries to break but all in vain; To have, to love and then to part Is the greatest sorrow of one's heart. Time may wipe out many things, but this they wipe out never - The memory of those happy days when we were all together.