For death is but a passing phase of life;
A change of dress; a disrobing;
A birth into the unborn again;
A commencing where we ended;
A starting where we stopped to rest;
A crossroad of eternity;
A giving up of something, to possess all things.
The end of the unreal, the beginning of the real.
- Edwin Liebreed, "The Song of the Soul"
Yesterday, I got a call from my grandmother. She had very bad news. My grandaunt had passed away at five pm in the afternoon. This post is for her. You will be missed Mommy Nora. I hope wherever you are, you are happy and alright. We love you.
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