I am writing the entry in memory of my girlfriend's, hoshi astarte tenshino's, grandmother. she died today at 7 am central time. my girlfriend is very upset even though she doesnt seem it. I did not know this woman well but the few times I met her she seemed like a very likeable person. She was 89 years old and was living in a nursing home. I am upset to see my girlfriend so upset but it's understandable as the woman was one of her only grandparents still living. Here is a poem about how I feel about death
Death, neverending to those who still live Life, a happiness that cannot be expressed by meer actions Living, an act of enjoying all that life has to offer Dieing, The act of leaving this world for a far far better place
We are born, we live our lives as we see fit, and then we die. But what is life? A fleeting moment in history? Or a lifetime of emotions? Do we live for others? Or just for ourselves? This is a question everybody wonders about at some point in their lives. So i ask you, Do we remember our loved ones by the way they lived? Or are we always haunted by the lack of them in our lives? I say we live. And remember them how they lived their lives. That is how they would want it now isn't it? Would they want you to be sad that they died? Or happy they lived?
Duet Ann Maxwell · Mon Mar 16, 2009 @ 09:49pm · 0 Comments |