Some deaths are life lessons. The dignity of dying, the gathering of those around him during his last days, the density of shrunken and respectful silence is that of love, time weighs exactly the measure of punishment. In those moments where everything is goodbye, no spontaneous gestures that will never be forgotten. When death comes to mow the course of life all pass a test: that which will exceed all life on us for our good or our evil.
Anyone who attends the death will be marked. Who do not forgive to the body of her dead and never will. Who do not stop hate, must bear the weight of hatred for the rest of his life. Who may not get back the love, is doomed to wander without love or be loved. Always take into account who was there at the time of death. There is no better or worse pain relief than the emotion felt at that right moment. The circle of life in which one moves toward the future will be sealed, forever, those are the ones that matter.
There is no better comfort than the memory that will nourish the fertile afterlife or worse devastation that hard knot of the heart that can not be achieved never loose. Sometimes, between one path or another there are only inches or seconds.
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