“[Death] is what life is all about, a slow discovery of the mortality of all that is created so that we can appreciate its beauty without clinging to it as if it were a lasting possession. Our lives can indeed be seen as a process of becoming familiar with death…when we see life constantly [in the context of] death, we can enjoy it for what it is: a free gift.
The pictures, letters, and books of the past reveal life to us as a constant saying of farewell to beautiful places, good people, and wonderful experience. …All these times have passed by like friendly visitors, leaving [us] with dear memories but also with the sad recognition of the shortness of life. In ever arrival there is a leavetaking; in each one’s growing up here is a growing old; in every smile there is a tear; and in every success there is a loss.”
~ Henry Nouwen, A Letter of Consolation ~
all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
the pianos and with muffled drum
out the coffin, let the mourners come.
aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
on the sky the message He Is Dead,
crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
was my North, my South, my East and West,
working week and my Sunday rest,
noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
up the moon and dismantle the sun;
away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
nothing now can ever come to any good.”
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” ~ Washington Irving ~
“Let grief do its work. Tramp every inch of the sorrowful way. Drink every drop of the bitter cup. Draw from memory and hope all that they can offer. To see the things our loved ones have left behind will give us daily pain–the clothes they wore, the letters they wrote, the books they read, the chairs in which they sat, the music they loved, the hymns they sat, the walks they took, the games they played, their seat in church, and much beside–but what would we be without those reminders? Would we like quickly to break with the past in order to ease our grief? Those who truly love will say that they have found in sorrow a new joy, a joy which only the broken-hearted can know.”
~ W. Graham Scroggie,
quoted in Billy Graham’s book Facing Death ~
Prayer Keeping ~ Adrienne ~ Karena ~ Roland ~ Debbie ~ Beckwith family ~ Lea and family ~ Kary ~ Mildred ~ John ~ Noelle ~ Geoffrey ~ Terry ~ Angela, Penny and family ~ Daniel ~ Morgan ~ Meredith ~ Susan ~ Stephanie ~ Winnie ~ Wanda ~ Steve ~ Leslie ~ William and Catherine ~ Becky ~ Rick ~ Misha ~ J ~ Linda ~ Skip ~ Ryan ~ Roy ~ Tonya ~ me ~