“The moment of death
is also a moment of remembering.
I cannot tell you how often
you dear ones have left your bodies
and begun to laugh.”
-Emmanuel’s Book II (The Choice for Love)
- The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise. -Alden Nowlan, poet, novelist, and playwright (1933-1983)
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How refreshing. Thanks for a gentle smile this evening.
Oh, yeah. That’s what I’m looking forward to….
Dear Michelle,
Now that I’m in the farthest recesses of my life, I gladly read thoughts on death and dying and what, if anything, lies beyond that final sigh. To think that I might sigh and then chuckle. That I might bend over in a belly laugh and shout for the sheer glee of it. Ah. What a wonderful gift you’ve given me today.
Peace.
love.