death-of-a-loved-one

That is _ your friend?" "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.

They say that a part of you dies when a special Loved One passes away...I disagree...I say a part of you lives with your Loved One on the other side.

When a child dies, a parent loses a part of themselves,_ he said. __our whole world ceases to exist and you__e nothing but a shell of the person you once were. Your mom has dealt with it in her way, me in mine, and you in yours._ He lifted his hand off John__ gravestone and rose. __our mom hates the world, I avoid it, and you try to save it.

I wanted to kill someone and I wanted to die and I wanted to run as far and as fast as I could because she was never coming back. She had fallen off the face of the earth and she was never coming back.

To Tiffany's surprise, Nanny Ogg was weeping gently. Nanny took another swig from her flagon and wiped her eyes. 'Cryin' helps sometimes,' she said. 'No shame in tears for them as you've loved. Sometimes I remember one of my husbands and shed a tear or two. The memories're there to be treasured, and it's no good to get morbid-like about it.

Death pulls people from our spaces so often and we accept it as our final payment for having been here and having lived, however big or small. We don__ always have time to notice how things have changed in the absence of some of them. But then death pulls away someone we love, and we find that time. In here, we notice everything; growing grass and fingernails, and songs that end in a minor key. We are too sad to do anything else but watch a clock, applying seconds, minutes, and hours to the trauma and the lacerations. Time, the forever healer, they say. We find the time to wonder how everyone else is moving on, around our paralyzed selves. Ourselves unsure of roads and trees and birds and things. It all blurs and words aren__ words anymore. We find the time to attempt to figure a way to rethink everything we thought about this world and why we came to it.

He was dead.No trace of pain, no sufferings, no victimization.

And a funeral, I found out, is like a wedding in reverse, with less time to plan.

Two weeks. Everything you love, own, and cherish, can be gone, liquidated, and lost forever in two weeks. Give or take a day.

But he drank a lot. When love dies, he told me, there are no survivors.

Death. It's around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It's too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.

There are things far worse than death, for when it comes to us it is final. What lies beyond it is a matter of faith in what we had hope for.

Mama wasn't dead...exactly. They all said she was, but when Elma was small, she seen Mama creep into her room at night, half-naked, head all bloodied red like when they found her by the well that day, and Elma reckoned dead just meant pretendin' you couldn't move or breathe until nightfall when you got up and walked around like you was free.

There came a moment in this journey when I freely realized that the lives most of lead are small. Important, but small. Our radius reaches family, clients, friends for whom we do selfless and amazing feats. But our sphere of influence is local.... So our illnesses/deaths are small, too. Not unimportant. Just local in nature... - 209

Everyone wants to be the one to get the mattress pad. ... We can do this. We all love to do. The more we can do, the less we have to sit and stare at trees and think about the transient nature of life." - 131

While death is sadly inevitable, our grief will soon pass like a swallowed penny through one__ bowels.Painful change just takes time.

Love doesn__ die with death. Love is like liquid; when it pours out, it seeps into others_ lives. Love changes form and shape. Love gets into everything. Death doesn__ conquer all; love does. Love wins every single time. Love wins by lasting through death. Love wins by loving more, loving again, loving without fear.

It's not that people don't know when they'll die. It's that they don't seem to know they'll die.