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Sympathy Basket Description
Let them know that your thoughts are with them. This sympathy basket is filled with Nonni’s roasted garlic crackers, Baptista’s Bavarian style pretzels, camembert cheese spread, Ghirardelli dark chocolate with caramel, sea salt olive oil crackers, toffee almonds, Truffettes French chocolate truffles, Lily O’Brien’s double chocolate chip cookies, Mariani dried fruit medley, Godiva milk chocolate truffles, Brown & Haley chocolate graham crackers, pecan trail mix, Italian extra dark chocolate pralines, almond cookies, peanut brittle and walnut shortbread cookies. Gift Size: 17″ x 11″ x 11″ – Item 560

Product Features
* This is a Medium size Beautiful basket themed in classic black and gold and can be used as a Sympathy Gift.
* This Sympathy basket contains a variety of gourmet food stuff.
* Each arrangement is carefully hand crafted, tied with ribbon and includes a personalized gift message from you to convey your best wishes.
* This Sympathy Basket comes in 2 sizes small and medium. For the small size sympathy basket please click on the link.

Product Description
Send your heartfelt sympathy to friends and loved ones with this beautiful basket themed in classic black and gold. Thoughtfully express your condolences by providing snacks and goodies for sharing. We start filling your gift with Black Peppercorn Crackers, Sesame Crackers, Lady Walton Ameretto Cookie, Lady Walton Dark Chocolate Cookie, Camembert Cheese Spread, Cafe Caramel Mocha Mix, Angelina’s Sweet Butter Cookies, Gourmet Caramel Corn, Chocolate Toffee, Honey Cashew Nuts and Malto Bello Malted Almond Toffee Candy, then tie it with beautiful ribbon and include a personalized gift message from you to convey your heartfelt sympathy. Manufactured by Art of Appreciation Gift Baskets.

Product Features
* This is a Beautiful basket themed in classic black and gold color.
* The Sympathy Gift Basket is available in two affordable sizes, medium and small.
* Each and every gift in this Sympathy Gift Basket very is carefully crafted.
* You can also personalized gift message for heartfelt sympathy.
* Ships in Certified Frustration-Free Packaging
* If you are looking for a medium size basket the here we is the basket we have for you. Medium Size Sympathy Basket

Product Description
Send your heartfelt sympathy to friends and loved ones with this beautiful basket themed in classic black and gold. It’s such a thoughtful way to express your condolences by providing snacks and goodies for sharing. We start filling your gift with Italianed seasoned Foccacia Crisp Crackers, Sesame Crackers, Camembert Cheese Spread, Angelina’s Sweet Butter Cookies, Mrs. Prinables Caramel Confections, Butter Toffee Popcorn, and Malto Bello Malted Toffee Candy, then tie it with beautiful ribbon and include a personalized gift message from you to convey your heartfelt sympathy. Manufactured by Art of Appreciation Gift Baskets.

Give him/her something to eat like a plate of sandwiches, honey baked ham or something else… hand it to them in person, The most important part is to give a hug.

Cleanup the place for them..the living room, bedroom and yes the bathroom too.

Help them making a list of all their sympathy gifts, who gave what, and offer to help write thank you cards.

Offer a big hug and let them cry on your shoulder… and don’t tell them “everything will be alright”.

Take the kids to the zoo, bowling or the movies or the other place for their choice

Help them make a “to-do” list for the coming week.

Try to take the bereaved person out for a walk in the fresh air. Let him express his heartly feelings and don’t ever interrupt.

Tell them that you are bringing over a spaghetti dinner one night, complete with salad and garlic bread.

If you feel that Bereaved Friend is “losing it” and unable to cope or function, or using drugs or too much alcohol to cope, urge them to get professional help, and help them find the resources. (Books, support groups, counseling).

You can also help him doing the simple house hold work like cutting and trim the lawn. Rake the leaves. Wash the car, help him making a grocery list, then go do the shopping for them.

Even if you think that you have helped him by some way or another or “been there for them”, a written letter or note of condolence can also be a helpful and comforting gesture.

You can also Send or deliver in person a thoughtful sympathy gift.

You can Sit them down to help pay the bills and balance the checkbook.

(Later in bereavement): Take your friend out to dinner or a movie. Don’t abandon them because you might feel a little awkward. Bereavement takes a long time. Be patient and let your friend know you will be there for the long haul. Never tell them you think it is time for them to move on. Grief is personal and each person has her own private timetable for her “griefwork”.

Just remember ….Although he may not express his thanks to you right now, your friend will always remember you were there to help them weather the storm.

You can’t cower all of life
The door remains closed
Until you open it wide
Mind shock, fast it sews

Joining together your
Courage and freedom
That once laid about
In shreds, free ‘em

Come laundry day
Time to take charge, girl
And choose your outfit
To look at the world

Don’t go to the beach
Just to kneel in the sand
Crying through fingers
To catch drops in hand

Remember what you’re
Wearing, bravery sweet
Feel the world pains
Run into the ocean deep

Stand among sorrow waves
Stormy lighthouse ground
There, see clearly now
Oceanic atolls surround

See how the colder souls
Rest at the endless bottom?
The sympathy of the sun
Can’t reach, to stock them

It’s your job to root deeply
Like a wild boar looking
For the gems in rich soil
Rarely catching and hooking

You live in the embrace of
Sunbeams, now help others
Find their sunlit fate
In sunken shipwreck clutter
(By Celia)

Perhaps they ask those questions of guilt
The ones with which we now must deal
Hoping we get all the right answers
The ones that will help our hearts to heal.

I held her hand and spoke softly
As she slowly faded away
The things I prayed she needed
To once again hear me say.

Most precious, dear loving, Mother
We’ll be together, again some-day.

I told her I will ‘always’ remember
The many times she pulled me through
That I couldn’t have made it without her
I prayed she would know I was speaking the truth.

I didn’t want to give her up
I needed her here, with me still
But I wouldn’t try to hold her back
For the Father, had spoken His Will.

Her eyes were closed for sometime now
Her breathing, so shallow
I could feel the weight, in my chest
As I spoke the last words to her
I could only watch, as she took her last breath.

My tears are still flowing
The heartache refuses to go away
But I know we’ll be united in Heaven
And never more to stray.

I held her hand and spoke softly
As she slowly faded away
Most precious, dear loving, Mother
We’ll be together, again someday.
(By Wanda S. Collier)

By his young bride,
She had chosen eight,
To assist in her husband’s final ride,
Heaven had called him, aged almost
twenty eight.

This little lad,
His only son, aged seven,
So very sad,
There to send his Dad’s body to heaven.

This we know is true,
For this soul so very new,
Taken before his time,
For no apparent reason or rhyme.

This promise kept,
As the family wept,
Life is eternal,
As written in God’s Journal.

The courage of this lad,
Even him so very sad,
Yes, his courage makes one glad.
The day they buried his Dad.

His mother had chosen,
Brave men, eight,
With others in sadness frozen,
Stepped the bravest so his Dad would
not be late.

With four on each side,
Came this little boy,
For him there was no joy,
For his Dad was on his final ride.

At the lead,
Came this lad with courage,
To carry his Dad,
During this sad entourage.

I will not lie,
For put a tear in my eye,
To see this little guy,
Who was trying not to cry.

His Mom picked eight,
For with the Lord his Dad had a date,
But with his sure gate,
His Dad surely would not be late.

With the Lord his Dad had to dine,
This Pallbearer number nine,
This Grandson of mine,
With courage divine.
(By Dale E. Harmo)

Unable to clearly express
How much he’s hurting inside
Not fully understanding the pain
Nor knowing the reasons ‘why’

He wants so much to reach out
To someone who will listen
Someone that can hold him close
And respond with godly wisdom

For he just needs a grown up
To know what he’s going through
But often we don’t realize his grief
Because we are hurting too

Let him know you care Lord
And will be there when we’re not
The emptiness he feels within
May be filled with you oh God

May he know you as a father
And know you’re by his side
To come and wipe his tears away
When alone he silently cries

Hold him in your arms Lord
So he will be at peace
Allow us all to give him time
In dealing with his grief

For tears may last all night
But joy comes in the morning
So let him grieve throughout the night
For a new day will be dawning.
(By M.S. Lowndes)

Let my childhood smile againin the sun
And turn me into an innocent little headlouse
So I can crawl through the jungle of your hair
And sing a song of darkness in its fragrance.

Under your fingernail-roof Ill sleep in my house;
In my black dream Ill water your black trees.
Ill pick black fruits, and hair-jungle bees
Will bring me black poems to be opened.

How will I live, without your hair?
How will I breathe, without its fragrance?
How will I survive, when I am discovered
By ghosts of wooden combs combing your hair?

Let me wear shows made of dawn-flowers
And crawl without a sound into your sleep.
Ill take the place of the hair thats gone
And sing of hair-clouds flying from night to day.
(By Nguyen Quang Thieu)

My mother on her sickbed.
All she had in her life is now
Like empty bottles in front of the door
That will show once more with colored labels
What filled them with joy and sadness.

Her last words, Take the flowers out of the room,
She said seven days before her death,
Then she closed herself for seven days,
Like the seven days of mourning.

But even her death created in her room
A warm hominess
With her sleeping face and the cup with its teaspoon
And the towel and the book and the glasses,
And her hand on the blanket, the same
hand that felt my forehead, in childhood.
(By Yehuda Amichai)