This document contains several quotes and passages about remembrance, love, grief, and loss. It expresses that while death leaves a physical absence, the memories and love of lost ones live on. They continue to shine through us and bring comfort. Though grief changes over time, the deceased become a part of us and we carry them in our hearts wherever we go.
2. “Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.”
3. “Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than remember me and cry.”
4. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal...
5. They say love beyond the world, cannot be separated by it. Death can not kill what never dies...
6. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die...
7. Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
8. You don't get over it, you just get through it. Your don't get by it, because you can't get around it. It doesn't 'get better'; it just gets different. Everyday... Grief puts on a new face... ....
9. When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.
10. I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.
11. I don’t think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains..
12. Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.
13. I often think that people we have loved and who have loved us... become a part of us and we carry them around all the time - whether we see them or not And in some ways we are a sum total of those who have loved us and those who have given ourselves to us. - Anonymous -
14. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. For my dad who went to sleep on the 15th September 2002