They say that death is part of life
When one becomes too weak and frail
Or like a once vibrant flame
Grows dim and suddenly fails
They say that death is a new beginning
A door into another space
Or perhaps a stairway that leads to heaven
Where you find God's sweet grace
They say that death is peaceful
Finally, time to rest weary bones
No more anger, pain or sorrow
Time for gentle sleep and home
They say that death is and I don't care
My endless tears they fall
They didn't say that for you, my friend
That death would come at all
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Samantha Don
Life Hacks & Ideas started in January 2015 as a collection of hacks & ideas from across the internet. It has evolved into an ongoing project affectionately called the Eco Project. The main objective is communal, off the grid living.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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