dyingis an art, like everything else.
i do it exceptionally well.
i do it so it feels like hell.
i do it so it feels real.
i guess you could say i've a call.
-sylvia plath
in this life it is not difficult to die.it is more difficult to live.
v etoy zhizni he trudna umeret.
trudnyeye zhit'.
-mayakovsky
gone away and further gone,a long wait to see the light of dawn
but my dear friends, i know you'll see
the purpose of life, so true and free
for your life was not lived in vain
you graciously suffered through all the pain
and there are ones who are very thankful for you
for without you, they might have missed their cue
you will still be needed when the last bird takes flight
and when the last man dies in the middle of the night
suicide, murder, accident, disease,
i pray for the memory of the lives of these
even though you are gone, you have left behind
your legacy and love inside our hearts and minds
our feelings of grief are too real to deny
but who says that we have to say goodbye?
-me
i love thee with a love i seemed to losewith my lost saints
i love thee with the breath,
smiles, tears of all my life!
and if god choose,
i shall but love thee better after death.
-elizabeth b. browning
ora nadine corley, loved grandmother, mother, sister, wife, and daughter
january 7, 1930 - february 11, 1992
you can't heal a wound by saying it's not there
jeremy scott monie, loved boyfriend, son, and brother
january 14, 1978 - january 3, 1996
no one dies of depression
angela marie jones, loved friend, daughter, and sister
june 13, 1979 - january 21, 1997
you may have to fight a battle more than once to win the war
corey wayne babb, loved friend, son, and brother
october 31, 1978 - january 21, 1997
the longest journey begins with one step
i am dead, but yet i see,so go now, home, and leave me be.
my body is dead, it has no ears,
do not waste your sorrowful tears.
my grave is but a hole in the ground,
but me, if you look, i'm all around.
when the thunder roars, and the wind blows strong,
listen close and i'll sing you a song.
i watch over you day and night,
i see your love, your hate, and fright.
so, when you sit and think of me,
think of how it used to be.
and when that tear forms in your eye,
remember, i loved you, and please don't cry.
-mda
after great pain, a formal feeling comes- the nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs-
the stiff heart questions was it he, that bore,
and yesterday, or centuries before?
the feet, mechanical, go round-
of ground, or air, or ought-
a wooden way
regardless grown,
a quartz contentment, like a stone-
this is the hour of lead-
remembered, if outlived,
as freezing persons, recollect the snow-
first - chill ? then stupor ? then the letting go-
-emily dickinson
death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we once had shoulders as smooth as ravens' claws
perhaps this will set me free
sylvia / elizabeth / emily
i love you all and someday i will see you again