each story has its end

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I think of Heaven as a garden where I shall find again those dear ones who
have made my world.”
– Minnie Aumonier

Its been said that the home is where the story begins ….a story where a new human being grows,develops ,learn ,loves then dissapears.

To die or not to die … we really don’t have a choice. We can therefore only take care of our life-body, until the fullness of time and being ends our existence on earth.A time when we may/may not say our farewell to our loved one .There have been many people throughout my life who I have lost, but I am not sad. I remember all the good times, the love, the laughter, how we pulled together through hard times and most of all, the feelings we shared. I’m sharing this as I want to remember with a smile those special people who are no longer with me but are forever in my heart.Losing someone dear to you and  being exposed to bereavement or even attending a funeral draws one’s attention to think attentively on the subject of death and come up with very certain, ineluctable and inevitable facts. Life slips away second by second. Every day brings us closer to death or that death is as close to us as it is to other people. Everyone who has ever appeared on this earth was destined to die. In the rapid flow of daily events, a person usually occupies himself/herself  with totally different and minor subjects: where to date, what does she think about me, what colour of clothing to wear next morning, what to cook for supper, what the results of the football matches, where to spend the summer, how much money to put aside; these are few examples of the routine process of major issues that concerns a large tier of human beings. Any attempt to talk about death is always interrupted by those who do not feel comfortable hearing about it. Assuming death will come only when one grows older, one does not want to concern himself/herself  with such an unpleasant subject. Yet it should be kept in mind that living for even one further hour is never guaranteed. Everyday, people  witness the deaths of people around them but thinks little about the day when others will witness their own death.Although we are aware that ,,that day will come” we dont want to discuss it .Besides the point when death occurs we find hard to cope .While burying the corpse of our deceased, I was thinking of everything that I was able to do and still I enjoy: I can blink my eyes, move my hands, speak, laugh; All these are the blessings that I possess but, with a motionless corpse in front of me, I got assured that this status quo is temporary. To awaken each morning with a smile brightening my face; to greet the day with reverence for the opportunities it contains; to approach my work with a clean mind; to hold ever before me, even in the doing of little things, the ultimate Purpose toward which I am working; to meet people with laughter on my lips and love in my heart; to be gentle, kind, and courteous through all the hours; to approach the night with weariness that ever woos sleep and the joy that comes from work well done — this is how I desire to waste wisely my days.Then I think of those who left us . I thought about the state and the shape my body will assume after  death.
Once  will breathe his/her last, my soul will leave the body, announcing  new identity: “a heap of flesh and bones” no more no less. I, rather a body, will be still, inert, and fixed while being washed for the last time. Wrapped in a shroud, it will be carried in a coffin to the graveyard or even creamated in most cases.  This is the end of anyone story. And will be in the heart of darkness. From now on, the whole life represented in an epitaph written in a marble stone. Or even written on a piece of paper.
Outside, in the wake of the first days, most of us  will experience varying degrees of sorrow and grief. At home,  bedroom and bed will be empty. Most of  clothes, shoes, and the likes, will be given to those who need them. And the legacy, if its one, will be subsidized and inherited.

  Gone but never forgotten….Although it’s difficult today to see beyond the sorrow we continue with our life and what we have left are the memories . Happy memories become treasures in the heart to pull out on the tough days .The truth is you don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed .Cherish moments ….Capture and treasure each moment …What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal

 

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