Inside: | In the rushing of the wind, we remember her. In the flickering of the Yahrzeit flame, we remember her. In the change of seasons, we remember her. In the stacking of the stones, we remember her, for your sister is with us always. |
Inside: | In the rushing of the wind, we remember him. In the flickering of the Yahrzeit flame, we remember him. In the change of seasons, we remember him. In the stacking of the stones, we remember him, for your husband is with us always. |
Inside: | In the rushing of the wind, we remember her. In the flickering of the Yahrzeit flame, we remember her. In the change of seasons, we remember her. In the stacking of the stones, we remember her, for your mother is with us always. |
Inside: | In the rushing of the wind, we remember him. In the flickering of the Yahrzeit flame, we remember him. In the change of seasons, we remember him. In the stacking of the stones, we remember him, for your dad is with us always. |
Inside: | In the rushing of the wind, we remember her. In the flickering of the Yahrzeit flame, we remember her. In the change of seasons, we remember her. In the stacking of the stones, we remember her, for your wife is with us always. |
Inside: | In the rushing of the wind, we remember him. In the flickering of the Yahrzeit flame, we remember him. In the change of seasons, we remember him. In the stacking of the stones, we remember him, for your grandpa is with us always. |
Inside: | In the rushing of the wind, we remember him. In the flickering of the Yahrzeit flame, we remember him. In the change of seasons, we remember him. In the stacking of the stones, we remember him, for your brother is with us always. |
Inside: | In the rushing of the wind, we remember her. In the flickering of the Yahrzeit flame, we remember her. In the change of seasons, we remember her. In the stacking of the stones, we remember her, for your daughter is with us always. |