Watching a love one die is hard; knowing the battle a love one fights just to live one more day is harder; but moving on after a love one dies is the hardest.

Death in all its forms is selfish- because there is always someone who still lives, who will always remember, who will always be left behind. When you are left behind you carry memories of a loved one, you feel the grief, you cry, you have to say goodbye. For all, no one wants to say goodbye.

Yet we all have learned how to say goodbye. We all know the pain, we all try and pray, we all want to keep faith, and at some point we all fall apart. Then we learn how to be strong, how to continue, how to move on; only to relearn the pain, re-say the prayers, re-keep the faith, just to break once more. It is a cycle as old as life and as constant as death.

We suffer, but we all have a belief that one day it will be alright, it will get better. It is part of life, a part we don’t want, yet a part we cannot escape.

We learn to choose and we learn to say goodbye; and we choose to say goodbye. We choose to move on. For all that is death it is not our master, it is not our ruler, it is not our commander; but it is the last thing we will ever do.

Saying goodbye is never easy, dying is never pleasant. No matter how many years we add to life we still have to face death and we still have to say goodbye.
Unknown "Bunny B" Daring - 15 years, 9 months, 5 days ago

I saw the cutest and most wonderful thing today. I group of five/six year old kids, one Mexican, one white, one Korean, and one black, meet on a water-ferry ride. The kids immediately started talking and laughing with each other. Their parents sat, as strangers do, with small smiles and quick laughs. You could see that the parents were not comfortable with what was happening, though they held their tongue well.

When the trip was over all four kids ran off and started playing with each other. Only a few minutes passed before each family went on it's own way. However, not even ten minutes passed when the kids crossed pathes and started to play all over again. For the next five hours each kid would find another one and start to play.

What was wonderful about this is that the parents themselves started to talk to each other, their small smiles grew and their laughter did not stop (the parents had a lot more in common then they thought). By the end of the day each family exchanged phone numbers and from what I heard they planed to return the next week so the four kids could play again.

What I saw today was grown adults putting aside thier judgements of each other, judgements that they would have eventually passed on to the next generation, because of their kids. It felt like I was watching history being written and the future unfolding. To see the adults learn from the children was a very beautiful thing.
Unknown "Bunny B" Daring - 16 years, 2 months, 1 day ago