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“Remember that once we were all the children of tomorrow's light and hope. Someone, somewhere dreamed of you even before you were born. We have already met in a thousand wishes or more. As the nights pass and the days turn into sand, Let us remember our gentleness and the beauty of our soul. Never forget that our faces have been kissed by a hundred Angels welcoming us into this world. A thousand moments have flown past our eyes and with each caress of the wind, it carries a prayer, whispering... Oh how I miss you. Many of our tears have fallen and we have all stood with regret holding our hand and loneliness laying beside us. Even when the distant memories come and knock at the doors of our heart, Each one remind us of the embraces we shared with those we love. But do not fear dear ones, True love never dies, it lives beyond time and space, it lives forever. Our souls will always be connected, We now have to rise to the frequency of a higher Divine love calling our name. And one day soon we will all be reunited in a far more beautiful and magnificent way that we could only have ever dreamed about. So my beloved ones, take a deep breath, put your hand on your heart and embrace this moment, with courage and faith. Turn your gaze towards the horizon of hope. We can do this magnificent journey together with love beneath our wings. Let us embrace love like never before and before you know it we will have flown towards each other realising that we had our wings of freedom all along. Until we meet again...Let us meet in dreams.”

“Rosemary started to nod, then shook her head. "Thats not the same. What happened to you, to your species, it's ... it doesn't even compare." "Why? Because it's worse?" She nodded. "But it still compares. If you have a fractured bone, and I've broken every bone in my body, does that make your fracture go away? Does it hurt you any less, knowing that I am in more pain?”

“.. Long before the lizards, before the dinosaurs, two spores set out on an incredible journey. They came to a valley bathed in the placid glow of sunset. My elder sister, said the little spore to the bigger spore, let us see what lies beyond. This valley is green, replied the bigger spore, I shall journey no farther. I want to journey, said the little spore, I want to discover. She gazed in wonder at the path before her. Will you forget your sister? asked the bigger spore. Never, said the little spore. You will, little one, for this is the loveless tale of karma; in it there is only parting and sorrow. The little spore journeyed on. The bigger spore stayed back in the valley. Her roots pierced the damp earth and sought the nutrients of death and memory. She sprouted over the earth, green and contented ... A girl with silver anklets and eyes prettied with surma came to Chetali’s valley to gather flowers. The Champaka tree stood alone—efflorescent, serene. The flower-gatherer reached out and held down a soft twig to pluck the flowers. As the twig broke the Champaka said, My little sister, you have forgotten me!”

“I often thought of my dad as the man who worked so hard he was seldom home excepting nights and some weekends. Now I think of him as the man who taught me via example that hard work is how one obtains knowledge, confidence, dependability, accomplishment, self-reliance, and prosperity. Thank you for the life lesson, Dad.”

“No hay nada que pueda sanar el perder a alguien querido, todos debemos seguir adelante cargando con las heridas de nuestros corazones. Pero con el pasar del tiempo… poco a poco se irán acumulando momentos que no serán recuerdos de aquellas personas. Una hora, un día, una semana, un mes… cuando te des cuenta estarás sonriendo y hablando con normalidad.”

“No matter how many procedures or work you get done, it'll never be itself again. It will go on working for a while until something else arises, then it's back to square one. You hate it because you know and fear that anything could go wrong, but a body is like a car. You want to scream because the pain is unbearable. You need this car. You need this body. But a body is like a car, so you will soon have to say goodbye to the laughter and smiles that came with the memories. A body is like a car. Someday will be the final goodbye, but you wish that it was not today.”

“Of course that was just one of her many strange little habits and quirks: she put onion flakes on breakfast cereal and poured bearnaise sauce on popcorn, and if you yawned when she was next to you, she would lean forward and stick a finger in your mouth, just to see if she could pull it out again before you closed your mouth. Sometimes she put cornflakes in Jim's shoes, sometimes little bits of boiled egg and anchovies in Jack's pockets, and the looks on their face when they realized seemed to amuse her more and more each time she did it. That's the kind of thing you miss. That she used to do this, that she used to do that. She *was,* she *is.*”