15 January 2006

In Death it all ends, in Death, nothing is resolved nor reconciled, except for, maybe (for we can only speculate), the Dead.

We have many names for this final journey. Some call it a homecoming. Usually, we say a departure, for the departed, a funeral, for an end or a cessation of existence, a wake, to watch over the body of the dead before burial, the deceased; we have many ways to say our last goodbye.

I said my prayers, and I say "Goodbye".

And I pray that the living will stay strong and hang on, for this goodbye is temporal, a ceremony, a ritual. The real farewell will never have to take place, as he stays in the heart. We all leave, as we sometimes have to, but we know we will meet again, at a better place.


D woke up at 1/15/2006 04:20:00 PM [comment]

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