The reverberation of short, simple sentences of the deceased who is loved, can be tremendous. Again and again they come back, unfold once again, just as if heard for the first time.
It's like as if the one or the left one not only a constantly refreshing gift would have given, but also an increasingly valuable.
Hardly ever is the one that have been aware of the timing of the statement, which he would leave there.
"To live in the hearts of Those We leave behind is not to die." (Thomas Carlyle)
("Living in surviving heart is called immortal.") (My free translation)
These rates are by no means as only in moments of despondency, the feeling of loss; they are also Guide to the renewal of new fortunes.
You are an heir, therefore the most valuable conceivable that one can not get through it, as long as you do not completely lose your mind.
It's like as if the deceased always planted renewing worlds in one.
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Yesterday I met the wine Smurf (also a bit overdone Ami and a newfound friend, with whom I then talked). He wore dark glasses in dim light, which I him, puzzled, befrug, was overthrown, the injured eye but a bit better. The wine Schlumpf my friend James, who blasphemed earnestly, the wine Smurf söffe too much, already sovereign exceeded by a few years of life.
I do not believe in drinking. But not to the non-drinking or moderate drinking. The latter, however, in the sense already that one should not unduly angrapschen women or even women farmers. And not only drink, but also create something.
The wine Smurf laughing almost always (I have only once seen him sad, he openly admitted to be knocked down a bit today, he was married and has two children, not just Trollinger experience), his German is still the last wines spotless, can French "comme une vache espagnole". He never makes trouble and is always alone its orbit in the West.
He is a gifted artist, earned it, soon 70, still a wine money to do so, it certainly is not, what is commonly referred to as happy, but to some extent already beyond Bill and injustice.
I want to see the wine wine smurf smurf still in five and ten years.
(Hopefully before he laughs not dead, because he recommended a doctor, he should drink less. But to such a suggestion, he said, well, that it had already addressed the nature of the effect by tolerate less than before.)
