The ones who fade away at the back of the newsreel, hungry eyes accusing;
The one whose face we never saw, for whom there is no stone or sign;
The ones whose warm breath froze in the cold air; the ones who left in silence;
The ones whose names were painted high and shouted tall for a time, until it was over;
The ones we thought deserved to be unremembered, unregretted, forgotten unforgiven.
Remember … your servant, because you have given me hope.
This is my comfort in my trouble, that your promise gives me life.
(Psalm 119: 49-50, BCP 767)
over the water 
This is very touching,
To be remembered by the Infinite is a great comfort.
Thanks, Heidi