death-of-a-loved-one

The beauty of death is that it is a constant reminder of the limited time we spend here in this unique life on Earth. It is the ongoing wakeup call that reminds us to be joyous, to laugh, to love, to be compassionate and grateful, and most of all _ to forgive.

Don__ be so hard on yourself, You__e doing the same thing, trying to reconcile all the moms that Mom ever was - The one you wanted, the one she was when you needed her and she was there, the one she was when she didn__ understand. Most of us don__ live our lives with one, integrated self that meets the world, we__e a whole bunch of selves. When someone dies, they all integrate into the soul - the essence of who we are, beyond the different faces we wear throughout our lives. You__e just hating the selves you__e always hated, and loving the ones you__e always loved. It__ bound to mess you up.

All those who die in the Lord, will rise in the resurrection day.

I am lost in the paradigm of life, death and time. The only thing I have learnt about this paradigm is that the time is running between life and death and with every passing day we are getting closer to the death and truth is that time is running for Good.

Never judge a person how he died, but how he lived.

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

Dreams, just dreams, it's all illusion

Death, like so much in life, is a lesson, which must be understood and cherished, not feared; it is a rite of passage we all must encounter at one time or another; it helps build our character and makes us stronger if we can endure its painful aftermath.

We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.

The dead never truly die. They simply change form.

I wish I__ paid better attention. I didn__ yet think of time as finite. I didn__ fully appreciate the stories she told me until I became adult, and by then I had to make do with snippets pasted together, a film projected on the back of my mind.

Live your life in such a way that you'll be remembered for your kindness, compassion, fairness, character, benevolence, and a force for good who had much respect for life, in general.

I tried to imagine him capital-S Somewhere as we prayed, but even then I could not quite convince myself that he and I would be together again. I already knew too many dead people. I knew that time would now pass for me differently then it would for him- that I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not. And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead, he'd once and for all been demoted from haunted to haunter.

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There is, you will concede, a limit to the niceties a man is obliged to fulfill when his wife is dead and not yet cold.

Dead mothers are rather fashionable these days. They lend such an attractive air of tragedy.

We are apart so that I will know the joy of being with you again. Take care of yourself, wherever you are. Take care of yourself, wherever you are.

I think back to the day I stood before my wife's grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that hole in the ground. I entered a new life and found her again, in a woman who was entirely her own person. When this life is done, I'll turn away from it without regret as well, because I know she waits for me, in another, different life.