“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is never to stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.” – The Crow
To the bereaved, death is never sweet, no matter the age of the one passed, or the ideal for which life is forfeited.
The loss of a beloved is a hard blow, perhaps the most severe calamity that can befall a soul.
The good thing, however, is that while a death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Therefore, live respected and die regretted, so that the living can say you’re not dead to them – because you’ll ever remain green in the garden of their memory.