Death…
You have come into my orbit more than I would like, but I feel compelled to advise you of the not-so obvious.
I don’t cry because you’ve won.
I don’t cower in the shadow of your perceived power.
On the contrary.
I cry… I stand weary and burdened because of my selfishness. I say selfish because of my desire to have my loved ones here with me, here in the now.
But… I have something that you cannot wrest from me.
I have love.
That pure elemental power of love.
Love is…
An inexhaustible source of energy, an essential ingredient of my family.
Energy cannot be destroyed, it only changes form.
Death…
You’ve attempted to take a cornerstone, but my Auntie is ensconced firmly in the hearts of my family.
Her passing was a graduation of the grandest order.
An ascension… To the rank of ancestor where she has been welcomed with open arms.
Death…
I don’t believe in you anymore.
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Yes. You pegged it. I used to think of death as an enemy. And now I see it is just a transition–a victory, really, for the one leaving for a better place. But painful for us.
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Brave words coming from me, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
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*applauding*
May her soul rest in peace ❤
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Wow! My beloved uncle just passed away this morning. This is so timely and so true unfortunately. Who can fight that enemy as Jeff Goins says.
I’m sorry for your loss ShunP.
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Thank you Rosemarie.
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Death is painful but you’ve got the right idea
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And it doesn’t get any easier.
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Well said, and I feel you on every level. We are at that scary age where funerals have become an essential part of our lives.
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It is the cycle of life, but it doesn’t get any easier.
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