Rest in peace, angel.
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I don't know if you'll get this, Vil, but it's here for you should you come back. Words often fail me at powerful moments such as births or deaths, so I shall just use poetry once again.
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Be well, my friend.
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Be well, my friend.
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Believe me, I understand. The way I felt after my grandmother died is not something I would wish on anyone...Vildern wrote:It's a nice poem, Brainiac, but it's near impossible to act otherwise.
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Death is a hard thing for some people; for other's, it's an accepted part of the life cycle.
Technically, I've been dead. I flat-lined on the operating table last year during the botched operation following my kidney transplant. Ever since then, I've been at peace with the concept. I'll live out my days as I see fit, just trying to enjoy every moment, because that's all we've got. We'll all do that dance someday, and join the infinite and see just what really is out there.
My Grandmother died last month, and I was okay with it. I spent days at her house, going through pictures, telling jokes and remembering her. She loved our family; all the pictures on her wall were of her kids, their kids and even her great-grand children. I think the most touching moment for me, and my brother, was when he noticed a large photograph of his bastard son on her wall. (I say bastard in the correct terminology; my brother has a son out of wedlock that lives in Illinois.) He was touched that she had Kyle up there.
As I carried her casket to the cemetary, and saw the multitudes that came to honor her, I thought "This was truly a life lived." I didn't ponder on her death - nor did I really grieve it. She lived, and I'll remember that.
As for you, Vildern, I send you my regards, and I know you have the strength to live a good life, for you and for your mother. Remember her, and her life - and what she meant to you and the throng that came to honor her. Her life, obviously reflected in you, was a life worth being lived, even unto the end.
Bt
Technically, I've been dead. I flat-lined on the operating table last year during the botched operation following my kidney transplant. Ever since then, I've been at peace with the concept. I'll live out my days as I see fit, just trying to enjoy every moment, because that's all we've got. We'll all do that dance someday, and join the infinite and see just what really is out there.
My Grandmother died last month, and I was okay with it. I spent days at her house, going through pictures, telling jokes and remembering her. She loved our family; all the pictures on her wall were of her kids, their kids and even her great-grand children. I think the most touching moment for me, and my brother, was when he noticed a large photograph of his bastard son on her wall. (I say bastard in the correct terminology; my brother has a son out of wedlock that lives in Illinois.) He was touched that she had Kyle up there.
As I carried her casket to the cemetary, and saw the multitudes that came to honor her, I thought "This was truly a life lived." I didn't ponder on her death - nor did I really grieve it. She lived, and I'll remember that.
As for you, Vildern, I send you my regards, and I know you have the strength to live a good life, for you and for your mother. Remember her, and her life - and what she meant to you and the throng that came to honor her. Her life, obviously reflected in you, was a life worth being lived, even unto the end.
Bt