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“The dead never truly die. They simply change form.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Your mother contained a good spirit. A loving spirit. A spirit that will not cease to exist.
Eva looked at him, her brows furrowed.
Rovender placed his arm around Eva's shoulders. "You see, she lives within you now, in all of the lessons that she taught you. Lessons you will never forget. Lessons you will always carry with you... and will one day pass on.”
― Tony DiTerlizzi, The Search for WondLa

“The dead are immune from our prison of Time. The distance between the living and dead may be vast, but the space of Time the dead experience when they are reunited with their loved ones is only paper-thin.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Without guidance and support for patients and families approaching death, there may be unnecessary conflict, confusion, and trauma that linger long after the passing of a loved one.”
― Lisa J. Shultz, A Chance to Say Goodbye: Reflections on Losing a Parent

“Death wrapped Hartvigsen tightly in its skeletal wings, causing the woodsman's mouth to open with an eruptive gasp.”
― Kevin Ansbro, In the Shadow of Time

“Nobody ever goes before their time.”
― Joyce Rachelle

“People do not die./ They die/ And then they stay.”
― Naomi Shihab Nye, Voices in the Air: Poems for Listeners

“She wrote his name on a piece of paper
and lit it with a match.
The letters curled
as they turned dark and misshapen
until she didn’t recognize them.
They were figments of something
that she had done in her past, lost
into some other form of existence.

Where did the letters go now?

She tried to find traces within the ash
of some resemblance of what used to be.
She dug down, her fingers turning
black and gray like the depths of her.
He was gone.

Gone.

What was she left with but ashes and darkness once the light of the flame went out? The smell of smoke lingered like a memory of him. Was this the end or could she write a new word? Not a new name, not his name, but could she call a new word into existence? A new piece of HER; a new reason for her existence? Picking up the permanent marker, Amy placed it in her pocket for later. Ashes blow in the creek bed and blend with the stream, moving down like sand in an hourglass.”
― Eric Overby, Hourglass in Grace

“Letting go isn't about forgetting. It's balancing moving forward with life, and looking back from time to time, remembering the people in it.”
― Dustin Thao: You've Reached Sam

“My grandpa, unlike Jarod Kintz, was an Elder. Now that he's dead and gone, he's a ghost French wizard. And no one knows what French wizards are good atâ€�”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“The thought of Annie being gone was too much to bear. I swear I heard gasps from the girls as Abby released the words of her passing to the screen.”
― Vicki Perry, The Chat Room

“Moments passed like the lives of the dead. Who knew how many had died in that explosion? The Order wouldn't stay long enough to count. Names would be ticked off from a list later, and their passing wouldn't seem quite so bad on the page. Yet as people fell, the counters rose, and the anger rose in those who remained.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Hopebreaker

“Here comes music, Ma. Just listen to my voice. You can't get lost in music, Ma.”
― Barbara Lynn-Vannoy

“Thoughts On My End by Stewart Stafford

My last moments slip away,
On which day, at what time?
Snow chilling bones faster?
Sweat in blinding sunshine?

Halloween, Xmas or Easter?
Evening or just after dawn?
Pass away on my birthday?
Gifts, mass cards all drawn?

Will it be in long, slow agony?
Or mercifully fast and painless?
What will my drug of choice be?
Will I be conscious or brainless?

Who will be at my bedside?
Many or no one, who can say?
Kind words or total silence?
I’ll hear and be on my way.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“the morning dew
soon gone, beneath
our passing soles”
― Roy Duffield, Bacchus Against the Wall

“We Miss You Mom

Our hearts will heal, these tears of Love.
It’s been days, we haven’t seen the sun.
Dear Lord, we all want to cry.
You’re with dad, so it makes us strong.

It’s not the same without your smile.
We know you’d want us to carry on.
Try your best, as we all were one
Together, will love, like you taught us.

Our hearts will heal, but will need time.
To see the moon and feel the sun.
As your memories rest on our face.
God has taken you to a better place.
We Miss you, Mom.”
― Ron Baratono