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GRIEVING - A collection of writings to help deal with death by flushing it out in the open and providing food for thought. If dealing with the loss of a pet, go to Canine Tales and Tidbits.

The Clock of Life

The clock of life is wound but once and no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour.

To lose one's wealth is sad indeed, to lose one's health is more,
To lose one's soul is such a loss that no man can restore.

The present only is our own, so live, love, toil with a will,
Place no faith in tomorrow -- for the clock may then be still.

Robert H. Smith

I'm Free

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free. I'm following the path God chose for me.

I took His hand when I heard Him call. I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day to laugh, to love, to work or play.

Tasks left undone must stay that way. I've now found peace at the end of day.

If my parting has left a void, then fill it with remembered joys.

A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss; Ah yes, these things I, too, will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow. Look for the sunshine of tomorrow.

My life's been full, I savored much; Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.

Perhaps my time seems all too brief. Don't lengthen your pain with undo grief.

Lift up your heart and peace to thee. God wanted me now. He set me Free.

Shannon Moseley

The Lady in the Harbor (September 11, 2001)
I wonder what she thought as she stood there, strong and tall.
She couldn't turn away. She was forced to watch it all.

Did she long to offer comfort as her country bled?
With her arm forever frozen high above her head.

She could not shield her eyes. She could not hide her face.
She just stared across the water keeping freedoms place.
The smell of smoke and terror somehow reduced her size.
So small within the harbor but still we recognized...
How dignified and beautiful on a day so many died.
I wonder what she thought. I know she must have cried.

Author Unknown

A Million Times

A million times we've needed you, a million times we've cried. If love alone could've saved you, you never would have died.

In life we loved you dearly, in death we love you still. In our hearts you hold a place no one else will ever fill.

It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn't go alone. Part of us went with you the day God took you home.

Author Unknown

Death

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way that you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all the it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well.

Harry Scott Holland

1847-1915

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