Dedicated to those left behind: Your medley of sadness, regret, guilt, anger and love has a name: Grief.
Little by little, grief slowly fades. But love's bloomnever dies.
One More DayOne more day with my rose--Too quickly it goes.
The bloom so sublime
Lost by time.
One more day with the song
That hummed me along,
So final and yet,
The melody lingers on.Sing me your hymn
Alive and undimmed.
Music that transcends,My rose has no end.
Earth has no sorrows that heaven can’t heal.
– Thomas Moore
There is a sacredness in tears. Not of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues, hymns of the language of love.
And he shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.