Death, I suppose can be good? if the person who has died merely survived, at least now we can rest knowing they are off on some far away place, happy, free and safe, seeing all their lost loved ones. One day when i'm old and senile I won't take up a bed in the hospital or nursing home watching the seconds tick by, as I count the minutes and hours as they turn into days, months and years. While I reminisce about past adventures. The day when I become a burden, a chore, is the day i'll want to die.
It's hard for me to watch my mother and grandmother mourn, If i feel this sense of loss and pain, then what must they feel? As tears of sadness soak the ground, I can only watch, comfort with a simple hug. I know that there better off now. We all saw it coming. But does that make it any easier?
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How fragile life can be. Like the flame of a candle burning brightly as it comes into life and as it burns, so to does our existence. We may choose to burn strong and fast to leave a pulsing memory for those to come, or we may choose to linger, merely exist. As the wax pours down the sides and reshapes itself, so too, do we mold our lives.
One day your life will flash before your eye's, Just make sure it's worth watching...
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