“Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that is transplanted, and touched by a Divine hand, is blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those of earth.” ThinkingChildrenHandsEarthParentLossGriefDivineColorFlowerOur ChildrenYour ChildrenTouchedShadeThink Of YouBloomingWitheredParent ChildLoss Of A Parent Author:Richard Hooker
“I always found the extraordinary loss of life in the First World War very moving. I remember learning about it as a very young child, as an eight- or nine-year-old, asking my teachers what poppies were for. Every year the teachers would suddenly wear these red paper flowers in their lapels, and I would say 'What does that mean?'” WorldYearsFirstsMeanChildrenDoeWarRememberMovingYoungFoundLossTeacherFlowerPaperRedAskingExtraordinaryEightNineWar Of The WorldsYoung ChildrenNine YearsPoppiesFirst World WarVery MovingPaper Flowers Author:Tom Hiddleston
“And consider: it is loss to which everything flows, absence in which everything flowers” LossFlowerFlowAbsence Book:The Tent Source: The Tent