Remembering

A loved one dies and the grieving begins. As time goes by it gets more tolerable to bear their absence. You still grieve, but you begin to smile more as you remember them and how they blessed your life with their presence. If there is a better part of grieving, it is remembering.

The Measure of a Lifetime

The measure of a lifetime cannot be contained in any one definition. For some, it is well into the 90’s; for others, it is only a few days. Each lifetime is unique and is measured out “one day at a time” as the quantity remains unknown.

The quality of a lifetime is within our choosing. We can live each day to the fullest or simply mark time from one day to the next. In this, we have a choice.

Fear of Dying

 

Fears of one thing or another plague us all of our lives; some struggle more than others, but we all struggle. Whether real or imagined, fear takes its toll. One of the greatest fears for most is the fear of death. It is a subject that many won’t talk about and wish it would go away, but like birth, death is here to stay.

“There is a time to live…and a time to die.” On a tombstone, there are two dates; the date you are born and the date you die. In between these two dates is your life. You had no control over the day you were born and you will have no control over the day you die. You do have control over how you live your life.

If you focus on living, there will be no time to fear dying.

 

Does It Get Any Better?

Death and dying…the grieving process…for each it is different, yet for each it is the same. We all grieve our share in this life. We all live with death and dying.

Life without a loved one seems unbearable at first. As time passes, we adjust to their physical absence and live our live as best we can. We have our memories.

With each day…with each night…we wonder, “Does it get any better”? Seems so, or is it that we just get used to the difference without them.

Each One Unique

From New York to California; from Michigan to Florida and many points in between are the addresses of the requests I receive for Memory Bears.

By means of this electronic age, we have the capability, rather the opportunity to cross paths with so many that we would otherwise never know.

Each one unique, yet all so similar in hopes and dreams; in joy and sorrow; in life and in death. We all grieve someone and we all need someone.