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When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hands upon one whom we love. .,.Madame Stael.
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"Each Soul must meet the morning sun, and the great silence alone"
"Forgive me Lord, for wondering why the THORNS live on and the ROSES die"
O death, where is thy sting? O grave where is thy Victory? 1 Corinthians 15:54,55
A Birth Certificate shows that we were born
A Death Certificate shows that we died
Pictures show that we lived
Death is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
"Dissolve," says Death. The Spirit, "Sir,
I have another trust."
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.
They weighed separation and death on the scales, and separation was found to be heavier."
"Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you shall be saved." Acts 16:31
"The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the LORD turn his face toward you and give you peace." Numbers 6:24-26
"Those we love don't go away...They walk beside us every day...Unseen, unheard, but always near...Still loved, still missed and very dear."
Nunca tengas miedo de morir porque yo estarť esperŠndote en el cielo! ...DIOS
On the day I die a lot will happen.
A lot will change.
The world will be busy.
On the day I die, all the important appointments I made will be left unattended.
The many plans I had yet to complete will remain forever undone.
The calendar that ruled so many of my days will now be irrelevant to me.
All the material things I so chased and guarded and treasured will be left in the hands of others to care for or to discard.
The words of my critics which so burdened me will cease to sting or capture anymore. They will be unable to touch me.
The arguments I believed Iíd won here will not serve me or bring me any satisfaction or solace.
All my noisy incoming notifications and texts and calls will go unanswered. Their great urgency will be quieted.
My many nagging regrets will all be resigned to the past, where they should have always been anyway.
Every superficial worry about my body that I ever labored over; about my waistline or hairline or frown lines, will fade away.
My carefully crafted image, the one I worked so hard to shape for others here, will be left to them to complete anyway.
The sterling reputation I once struggled so greatly to maintain will be of little concern for me anymore.
All the small and large anxieties that stole sleep from me each night will be rendered powerless.
The deep and towering mysteries about life and death that so consumed my mind will finally be clarified in a way that they could never be before while I lived.
These things will certainly all be true on the day that I die.
Yet for as much as will happen on that day, one more thing that will happen.
On the day I die, the few people who really know and truly love me will grieve deeply.
They will feel a void.
They will feel cheated.
They will not feel ready.
They will feel as though a part of them has died as well.
And on that day, more than anything in the world they will want more time with me.
I know this from those I love and grieve over.
And so knowing this, while I am still alive Iíll try to remember that my time with them is finite and fleeting and so very preciousóand Iíll do my best not to waste a second of it.
Iíll try not to squander a priceless moment worrying about all the other things that will happen on the day I die, because many of those things are either not my concern or beyond my control.
Friends, those other things have an insidious way of keeping you from living even as you live; vying for your attention, competing for your affections.
They rob you of the joy of this unrepeatable, uncontainable, ever-evaporating Now with those who love you and want only to share it with you.
Donít miss the chance to dance with them while you can.
Itís easy to waste so much daylight in the days before you die.
Donít let your life be stolen every day by all that you believe matters, because on the day you die, much of it simply wonít.
Yes, you and I will die one day.
But before that day comes: let us live..
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