Tuesday, April 18, 2006

...and then one or another dies...

"...and then one or another dies. And we think of this as love cut short; like a dance stopped in mid career or a flower with it's head unluckily snapped off - something truncated and therefore, lacking its due shape. I wonder. If, as I can't help suspecting, the dead also feel the pains of separation (and this may be one of their purgatorial sufferings), then for [all of us] without exception, bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love....It is not the a truncation of the process but one of its phases; not the interruption of the dance, but the next figure. We are "taken out of ourselves" by the loved one while she is here. Then comes the tragic figure of the dance in which we much learn to be still taken out of ourselves though the bodily presence is withdrawn, to love the very Her, and not fall back to loving the past, or our memories, or our sorrow, or our relief from sorrow, or our own love." ~c.s. lewis

Rest peacefully, mah leetle marshmallow. Thank you for all you've taught us.


Thursday, April 13, 2006

passing it on...

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to
ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably
more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so
remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best
friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually
lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much,
and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you
spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.