“When death, the great reconciler,
has come, it is never our tenderness
that we repent of, but our severity.”
~ George Eliot
“When death, the great reconciler,
has come, it is never our tenderness
that we repent of, but our severity.”
~ George Eliot
“People living deeply
have no fear of death.”
~ Anais Nin
“And suns grow meek, and
the meek suns grow brief, and
the year smiles as it draws
near its death.”
~ William Cullen Bryant
“Every parting gives
a foretaste of death,
every reunion a hint
of the resurrection.”
~ Arthur Schopenhauer
“I had seen birth and death
but had thought they were different.”
~ T.S. Eliot
“You want to know the secret of life?
It is to breathe in and out.
And the mystery of life?
You never know when it is going to end.”
~ Sixto Rodriguez
“He drained the cup of God’s wrath
bone dry, leaving not a drop
for us to drink.”
~ Richard Allen, Bodey
In the early morning hours my mother, Marian, peacefully slipped away to spend eternity in the Church Triumphant. She lived a humble life, focusing on simple things. She liked John Wayne movies, Louis L’Armour books, Willie Nelson’s braids, and Johnny Cash music. From her backyard swing, she’d feed wandering squirrels, ambitious chipmunks, and hungry birds. Purple irises and pink hollyhocks lined the wooden fence every Spring. With a youthful spirit, she loved board games, playing cards, and walking on wooden stilts. Her favorite fragrance was “Tabu” perfume and she wore it as long as I can remember. She was everything you love about life. Godspeed. I love you, Mom. 💕🍃🌸
“You’ve never seen death?
Look in the mirror every day
and you will see it like bees
working in a glass hive.”
~ Jean Cocteau