Concomitant Demise

All the sorrows of life are bearable if only 
we can convert them into a story.
A natural phenomenon of death. 
The few certainties in our existences are pain, death and bereavement.
Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.
A Concomitant Demise and nothing is really dead if you change the way you look at it.
Learn to see the gift in the adversity. 
By doing this you will begin to find true peace in your struggle.
Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. 
It never disappears. 
An ember still smolders within us. 
Most days, we don’t notice it, 
then out of the blue, it’ll flare back to life.
What the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead.  
The communication of the dead, is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved. 
Horror is a feeling that can't last long. 
Human nature is incapable of supporting it. Sadness, whether it be from bereavement, disappointment, or misfortune of any kind,  may linger on through life. 
In a Funeral stop making a grave mistake dead people wouldn't like it. 
One day can make your life. 
One day can ruin your life. 
That is All our life is. 
It is four or five days a week 
that change everything in one day.
The art of dying graciously is nowhere advertised.  
To confront death, in any guise, is to identify with the victim and face what is unsettling and sobering. 
If the corps will authorize someone to throw back the bouquet of flowers to know who will be next.  So we could do this again some other time.
If a woman gives a me roses, 
Save it to my funeral. I'd said. 
Grief does not demand pity.  
It requests acknowledgement. 
The annoying thing about being an atheist is 
that you'll never have the satifaction of 
saying to believers & flowers, told you so.
Change the way you think and you will change the way you feel.
Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.
An upturned life is righted in the box.



By: Jay Carreon