I don't know you, but I love you

lying in bed, thinking that I shook someone's hand today who was dying, who probably won't survive the summer possibly won't survive the end of this week, I'm seeing everything in a whole different perspective, more so than ever.

I love you. Who ever you are. I love you

Flow My Tears

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite.

Death

... isn't much different from Living

...

it's been quite a while... here are a few thoughts.

I've been neglecting my diary lately, many things have happened...

As of December I have graduated my mortuary science program, alas it is time to gear up and find a funeral home in which to do my residency, the last step in order to become a funeral director.

Also recently I have experienced first hand the loss of a friend. Many emotions run through your heart and soul, many confused and some times irrational feelings take over, you just go with the punches I guess... When you first receive the news of the death, it's total shock and a bit of denial, followed by total sadness, mixed with stupor, refusal and anger, then total melancholy alternates with a very strange euphoria... and so you grieve and mourn, and the days go by. The interesting factor is that mourning is a very selfish act, depending on what you believe, when somebody dies, I am of the opinion that the spirit goes on, it is at rest, it has found it's repose. On the other hand we are left with a void that one rarely figures out how to fill back up, no matter what, you are going to stumble upon memories and the wound inadvertently opens up again. Constantly. My dear friend is in my heart now, that's the only place I can cherish his memory.

Such knowledge can only help to improve ourselves.

Having experienced this only makes me even more eager to start working in a funeral home.

This is my calling.

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

the tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra

She shall be buried by her Antony;
No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
A pair so famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them; and their story is
No less in pity than his glory which
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall
In solemn show attend this funeral,
And then to Rome.

is Death the last sleep?

No - it is the last and final awakening.

I just got a chill...