What is it that most people are afraid of dying, death and the dead? There’s really nothing to fear for the celebration of the deceased since death is for the living. When I was in Thailand, volunteering for the AIDS … Continue reading
The autumn leaves can dazzle us with their magnificent colors: deep red, purple, yellow, gold, bronze, in countless variations and combinations. Then, shortly after having shown their unspeakable beauty, they fall to the ground and die. The barren trees … Continue reading
In other’s people’s eyes, he’s lovely. For me, I love him so much. I really loved him. Every day before he left for work, We said we love each other. At midday, we’d text to see if the other had … Continue reading
This gallery contains 1 photo.
The letter of thanksgiving written by a grieving husband is a wonderful story in celebrating a Canadian Thanksgiving Day. After his 34-year-old wife suffered a devastating asthma attack and later died, the Boston writer Peter DeMarco wrote the following letter … Continue reading
This gallery contains 1 photo.
I really do not know much about Mother. My siblings have asked her numerous times to write her story. If she can’t write maybe, she can record her memoir. They gave her a recorder. Thinking that she might do it, … Continue reading
the tree dripping blood
temperature dipping low
summer is dying
Let’s pretend we’re riding on a kite. Let’s imagine we’re flying through the air! We’ll ascend until we’re out of sight. Light as paper, we’ll soar! Let’s be wild, up high above the sand, feel the wind, the world at … Continue reading
“Three midgets walk into the Guinness Book of Records building …” The first line of the joke lit up his face with a smile. That’s all he can do for he couldn’t move much any of his muscles. It was … Continue reading
Give them a packet of seeds to plant and nurture.
New growth means never too late to start living.
Encourage those around who simply exist.
Show them the endless possibility of life.
Every moment is a new beginning.
You can do it.
Step by step.
Adjust along the way.
Look into people’s faces and eyes.
Simple pleasures and beauty abounds.
Hold, hug, touch, smile, visit, call… Do it NOW.
You are given this life with no plot.
Like in the movies, it has a script.
Your life has no preview.
Be active in writing your life story.
Use your imagination.
Write or rewrite.
Be surprised with unexpected scenarios.
Not knowing the exact ending.
Make it exciting.
Let it unfold.
Death is just around the corner.
You realized you have never actually lived.
Squeeze every ounce of living while you can.
Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze.
We only have one life.
Moments don’t last forever.
Disappearing too quickly.
Never to return. “He is not here, for he has risen.”
This gallery contains 1 photo.
The autumn leaves can dazzle us with their magnificent colors: deep red, purple, yellow, gold, bronze, in countless variations and combinations. Then, shortly after having shown their unspeakable beauty, they fall to the ground and die. The barren trees remind … Continue reading
“Life seems somewhat like a party that I was dropped into. At first I was shy and awkward and didn`t know what the rules were. I was afraid of doing the wrong thing. It turned out that I was there to enjoy myself and I didn’t know how to do that. Someone kind talked to me and made me laugh. I began to understand that actually I had to make up my own rules and then live by them.
I did pick up that I needed to know when to leave, and that is now.”
Gillian Bennett of Bowen Island, BC ended her life at noon on August 18, 2014 rather than suffer the indignity of dementia. She wrote a personal blog Goodbye and Goodluck to make public after her death.
Here’s a list of the most profound and beautiful quotes from the late actor who so tragically left this earth far too young. You will be missed Robin Williams.
There’s nothing wrong with being alone
I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone, it’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel alone.
Learn to forgive yourself, not just others
Good people end up in Hell because they can’t forgive themselves.
It’s OK to be crazy
You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.
Pick your battles wisely
Never fight with an ugly person, they’ve got nothing to lose.
Never stop reaching for greatness
No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.
Surround yourself with the right people
When you have a great audience, you can just keep going and finding new things.
All marriage, gay or straight, is the same
You could talk about same-sex marriage, but people who have been married say ‘It’s the same sex all the time.
You can’t appreciate the good until you’ve felt the bad
You will have bad times, but they will always wake you up to the stuff you weren’t paying attention to.
Women deserve to rule the world
A nuclear bomb is a man’s way of saying, ‘I’m gonna f**k up the earth.’ A woman would never make a nuclear bomb. They would never make a weapon that kills. They’d make a weapon that makes you feel bad for a while… That’s why there should be a woman president, there would never be any wars. You know this, it’s the truth. There would never be a war; just every twenty-eight days: some severe negotiations.
When you think about death and the after-life
Death is nature’s way of saying, ‘your table is ready.’
Music, like food, is necessary for survival
You know what music is? God’s little reminder that there’s something else besides us in this universe; harmonic connection between all living beings, every where, even the stars.
There’s no such thing as a perfect person
She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other.
Selfies are pretty narcissistic
Nobody takes a picture of something they want to forget.
Everyone has a purpose, every action has a meaning
I believe in destiny. There must be a reason that I am as I am. There must be.
A wall full of containers called urns. They contain the remains of dearly departed in a form of ashes and maybe a few fragments of bones. For some, they are relics.
There is one container that I treasure in a form of box, 2 x 3 x 2. A very small box given to me by a friend. I don’t think my relics will fit into this.
What I keep in the box are small memories of pilgrimages. The first thing that went in the box is my left toe nail that I lost during my first pilgrim process following the footsteps of St. Francis of Assisi.
Lyric from this post
Everything you know is gone away
Your soul so small and cold
It’s gone with winter snow
Never to return
And your friends so lively now
They’ll all be with you deep in the ground
They’ll be right next to you
You’ll strain but you’ll never hear a sound
So you begin to cry
Your tears water the ground
and forests spring up all green and proud
Your body so tired and worn
A tree trunk takes form within you
And your hair flames like the sun
Your feet become the animals that run
Your arms reach wide and high
In death you want to embrace all of life
But there’s a thorn in your side
All your stupid jokes
and all your misplaced notes and
all those ugly feelings
and all of that deceiving it
never quite existed it
robbed you of the present
alive your arm was twisted
in death you see the heavens
The sound of the rattling call of wuk, wuk, wuk, I can tell that the woodpecker is in the neighborhood. The call starts slow and short; then it progresses to a rapid tone and louder. As it turned out, the Woodpecker is either up on the roof or down below in the garden.
Between the Seagulls, Robins and Crows, the Woodpecker has to compete with these birds. Small as it is and alone, it can scare the competitors just by its territorial call.
I was hoping that it would stay longer so I can enjoy this elusive bird but it stays only for a short while.
Last night, my neighbor reported to me that we have to have a funeral service.
Of course, I don’t particularly become surprised with her mellow dramatic character; I’m used to her performance. When there is death in the building, it’s either a cat, rat, mouse or a dead plant. I normally volunteer to do the service.
“So… what died and where will I find the body? “ I asked.
With so much preamble from her, I basically have to pull it out from her lips what I need to hear. First she has to make an assumption that somebody killed it. Maybe the raccoon did it or maybe a gigantic sewer rat or etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
As it turned out, her and her husband found the Woodpecker dead underneath the umbrella tree. They are aware that I am very fond of this bird better than their pet crows that they feed every day.
Damn, double damn; not the beautiful bird.
Armed with a spade and hand gloves, I started the service without them. I wanted to be alone with the Woodpecker. I did not to give it a name because once I do, I will become personally attached to it.
The bird is still soft to touch and much more beautiful closer. With its long beak, black and orange color, polka dot speck on white fluff of feathers are stunning. Lifting its weightless body, I laid it on a bed of flowers. Gradually covering it earth, placed rocks on top and more flowers just like being a cemetery. I buried it in my secret garden.
It was all a matter of fact what I just did. It was alive, now it’s dead. Deep down inside, I hope there are no babies somewhere in a hollow of a tree left behind. Now, I am beginning to become dramatic just like my neighbor and if I don’t stop this whole thing, it will make me miserable just by thinking about it. Enough.
So long, Woodpecker. Fly and cross the rainbow. Thank you for being there.
This is a photo of a quote taped on a friend’s favorite spot, her desk.
We read it so many times, make up meanings and meanings change depending in our moods. For most time we make fun out of it.
An ant goes round and round without
Like all beings in the six realms of
Born here and dying there without
Now becoming a hungry ghost, then
If you are searching for freedom from
You must hear the sound of one hand.
These are still resonant words.
Take a break from the clamorous rat
race of modern life.
She was searching for freedom from suffering is the focal point of this quote. Freedom means death. And we both just listened for it to come. And it did come for her and I did not hear it coming.
What is the sound of one hand clapping? Well, it’s actually a sign for the deaf. You raise your hand or hands and start shaking them up in the air. This is how the deaf clap their hands. No sound.
This is no ordinary breakfast.
As you can see
how sorrowful the rest of the eggs are.
Sunny side up or
Food for the soul.
The big message:
that there is something essential
that you only know by dying
to who you think you are!
You really don’t know
what life is
until you know
what death is.
” Death and life are two sides of one coin, and you cannot have one without the other.” Transformative Dying
Image source: Julia Quinn
Have you ever written a letter to yourself only to be opened in the future? I did.
In one of the retreats I attended, I wrote a letter to myself, sealed it in an envelope, addressed to me, left it at the retreat office and mailed it to me a year later. I completely forgot about the letter until I received it. Excitedly opened it, read it, put it back in the envelope, stored it away and cannot recall the content of the letter. Currently, I don’t know where I have hidden it. Maybe one day, I’ll find it before I die or maybe my family will.
What brought me to write this is due to Taylor.
Taylor was a vibrant 12-year old girl. She died young due to pneumonia-related complications. When her parents were going through her things, they discovered a sealed envelope addressed to her future self: “To be opened by Taylor Smith on April 13, 2023, only unless said otherwise,”
The letter reads:
How’s life? Life is pretty simple right now (10 years in your past). I know I’m late for you, but as I’m writing, this is early, so; congratulations on graduating high school! If you didn’t go back and keep trying. Get that degree! Are you (we) in college? If not, I understand. We do have pretty good reasoning, after all. Don’t forget, it’s Allana’s 11th birthday today! Sheesh, 11 already? In my time, she just turned 1! I didn’t get to go to that party though, because I was in Cranks, Kentucky for my first mission trip. I’ve only been back for 6 days!
Speaking of, how’s your relationship with GOD? Have you prayed, worshipped, read the bible, or gone to serve the lord recently? If not, get up and do so NOW! I don’t care what point in our life we’re in right now, do it! He was mocked, beaten, tortured, and crucified for you! A sinless man, who never did you or any other person any wrong!
Read the rest of the letter here.
Related articles: WJHL story ~ Johnson City girl’s life remembered
She wakes up in the middle of her dream I can easily dream within a dream Sleep means a good night rest for her Sleep means never to wake up for me Sleep and dream, a common bond. If you … Continue reading
I only listed two things to do for 2013. The third one is the gravy. Gravy could mean I will die happy for having accomplished my endeavour. The list is:
- Cook ham the way my family does it
- Cook turkey the way my family does it.
Impromptu party for YaYa sisterhood last night. They loved it. Gave them all the left over. Just like I said, I only eat the Pope’s nose.
As a reward for the sisters gobbling the turkey, they each received a bottle of wine that I won at United Way and then some. And then some means, unburdened me with gifts I received that I have no need and giving clothes that that they are eyeing for a long time. They always enjoy coming here empty-handed and going home with party favours.
Mission accomplished. It’s a good day to die.
Breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word. The hill is a long winding steep road. Meandering around and walking by Deer Lake Park. It is such a beautiful preserve nature land. Birds are singing in the air, the floral scent of the Cherry blossoms lingers, the road is devoid of vehicles. Wait till the darkness is over,
Wait till the tempest is done,
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
After the shower is gone. When I entered where Mother was, I was expecting there were will be some of my siblings, relatives or friends keeping her company. She was all by herself. I quietly sat in front of her and said: Hi Mother. I’m here to keep you company. Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice. It’s far too quite here, Mother. I hope you don’t mind me talking or better yet, maybe I’ll sing to you. I grab a book full of songs. Most of them I am unfamiliar with the tune with the exception of Whispering Hope. If in the dusk of the twilight,
Dim be the region afar,
Will not the deepening darkness
Brighten the glimmering star? I sang it as softly as I could in order not to attract any attention. I can see that there are other people in the adjacent room. Then when the night is upon us,
Why should the heart sink away?
When the dark midnight is over,
Watch for the breaking of day. Suddenly, it dawned on me: here I am singing in front of a closed coffin. I don’t even know who is inside the coffin. What if this coffin belongs to the people next door? I stood up, went to the coffin and quietly lifted the upper lid. Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice. Thank God, it’s Mother. I went back to the pew and started singing again from the top. I’m glad I have this one and one with you Mother. I love and miss you. Related Links:
- What was grieving like for her?
- How long did she grieve, when did she recover and what methods did she use?
- Who were the people who supported her during that time?
- How did she continue living life without Jesus Christ, losing the love of her life?
- What was it like for her to see the love of her life, Jesus Christ, suffered, crucified, put to death and buried?
Daily Prompt: In Loving Memory
Write your obituary.
Our Lady Perpetua Siglos is Called by Joy. Died happily doing what she wants to do. Lived life to the fullest. Rest in Peace. Rest is boring. In heaven, there is no rest but a continuous celebration of life with God. We the living that are left behind are jealous of Lady’s leaving the earth. We will miss her infectious determination. A sister to the Yaya Sisterhood, an honorary member of the KofC for her brothers, constant gardener, lover of all beings, embraces the whole of mankind unconditionally. Auntie Mame to her nieces, nephews and younger generations.
A pilgrim on this earth.
Come and join us at Our Lady of Mercy Parish Church. In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to the David Suzuki Foundation. Burial at Forest Lawn Garden followed by dinner, dancing, and devotion. Come and Join us.