29-06 2020 16:54
wrote:
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. It's isn’t yet understood about how one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.Grief is itself a medicine. We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.May the soul our departed Yasho uncle rest in peace.
29-06 2020 16:54
wrote:
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. It's isn’t yet understood about how one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.Grief is itself a medicine. We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.May the soul our departed Yasho uncle rest in peace.
