There is a line. It stretches infinately in each direction. On one side of that line is life; the other death. You cannot see past the line. You cannot see over, or around the line. Once you cross the line you cannot come back.
We do not know what is on the other side of that line. There are many beliefs. Much faith, much hope goes into those
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I just wanted to say I'm so very sorry to hear about your Daughter's death.
There is nothing I can say to make it better. There is nothing I can do to lessen the pain you feel. I know that. But, I still just wanted to say, "I'm sorry," because I do mean those words, however inadequate they may be.
I was 19 when my 15 year old brother Ryan died. I still think of him and miss him. For me, it helps that I try to remember him as a real person. He had a great sense of humor and was smart and funny. But, I try to remember some of the fights we had or times he was crabby as well. It helps me remember him as real person that I loved and not as some kind of gauzy, soft focus, idealized memory. He deserves to be remembered as Ryan, an individual inperfect person, and not as the idealized "perfect brother."
I don't know or expect that to help, just sharing something that I found to be true for me.
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