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A Love That Death Could Not Destroy

By Coach Phatty, published on Jun 24, 2014

...said daughter Linda Cody. “We wanted them to go together, and they did.”

After Kenneth had his leg amputated 2½ years ago because of circulation problems, Helen became his main caretaker, making sure he got everything he needed. She continued this up until three weeks before their deaths, when she became too frail to care for him.

“She was so weak, she could hardly do it,” Cody said. “But she was still pushing his chair; she was still filling his water cup.”

When Kenneth’s health started to fail, Helen began sleeping on the couch to be near him. The two ... (more)

Tags: love, death, love story, life and death, an everlasting love story, anna rumer, endless love, everlasting love, helen felumlee, kenneth felumlee, long lasting love, zanesville time

A Death Note

By Rahul, published on Apr 4, 2014

It’s been fun drifting through the uncharted terrains of life even if it was for a short while. This might be my last note to this beautiful world, the last trace of my existence that I wish may last long enough for someone to read and realize that I did exist. The devil that's been behind me from the very moment life touched the shapeless lump of me in my mother’s womb has caught up to me now. I can feel its frozen breath over my shoulders and its long fingers around my neck; it chokes me by sucking out the last ounce of hope.

The road in front has shrunk into a fine thread, so fine... (more)

Tags: death, life, world, beauty, rebirth

Breath (Prose)

By JennyT, published on Oct 4, 2013

whilst we waste our

b r e a t h the meal ordered took too long someone takes their l a s t cut down ~ bloodied holes that pierced the skin or sliced with steel paper thin he refused to carry weapons his crime? wrong place ~ wrong time

on a cold and stony road she lies gasping for her final breath hit by one who drank ~ who swore he didn't see her car, she wore no safety belt

alone in an empty lane ~ forgotten old feeble, slouched on cold brick walls his organs failing from abuse his begging plea no longer heard

he's old he hears them whisper ~ had a good innings,... (more)

Tags: love, death, life, pain, happiness, living, sadness, breath, breathe, making each day count

Is it you or an Illusion (Prose)

By JennyT, published on Oct 2, 2013

does my mind play tricks on me a magician who waves the wand across the top hat for a rabbit to appear have you returned to fill the lacuna in my life the missing piece ~ the closure You, who I relied upon, who sated my desires the figure beneath the ghostly sheet that walks the passage-ways of my dreams

is my love for you not finished I see you walk along concrete streets out of doorways ~ I hear the bell that peals your existence my mind sees you, two steps in front of me back turned distancing yourself I call, but have no answer is this your sign to move on, relinquish... (more)

Tags: writing, love, relationships, death, loss, prose, grief

Russian scientist photographs the soul leaving the body

By Shaun Gibson, published on Sep 24, 2013

The Human Spirit? Could it be....

Image:http://www.esotericonline.net

The timing of astral disembodiment in which the spirit leaves the body has been captured by Russian scientist Konstantin Korotkov, who photographed a person at the moment of his death with a bioelectrographic camera.

The image taken using the gas discharge visualization method, an advanced technique of Kirlian photography shows in blue the life force of the person leaving the body gradually.

According to Korotkov, navel and head are the parties who first lose their life force (which... (more)

Tags: death, life, aura's, after death, soul leaving the body

Angel

By JennyT, published on Sep 13, 2013

...of stone not felt beneath surround her not with pity she no longer feels her pain blind to acts of cruelty deaf to words of hate

as on earth an angel once again

do not weep your tears though your heart may break as you stand before her rest a marigold where she lays remember not her sorrow her soul now free to touch

the face of the stars

brush the dirt away from her so she maybe cleansed from those that caused her death sit and talk with her a while and you will hear her plea

I sleep, I ask ~ no tears be shed just remember me

©jmtacken Sep 2013

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Tags: love, angels, death, memories, abuse, sadness

Empty - Prose

By JennyT, published on Sep 8, 2013

In solitude her footsteps slow; in robe of pink through empty rooms, she wanders no laughter or voice that echo in her days and nights

life strange and silent, meals for one with simply why, as she reaches for the cupboard door as she did the day before

views once shared by two hands held her arms now crossed she sees the morning rise the quiet moon, with only her eyes

no one to share

do her children know the loneliness she faces in the minutes, hours, the days ahead with wrinkled trembling hand she reaches

for the phone upon the wall

and stops... (more)

Tags: writing, loneliness, death, prose, emptiness, elderly, josh groban

Tears in the Eyes

By Coach Phatty, published on Sep 5, 2013

Barbara was driving her six-year-old son, Benjamin, to his piano lesson.

They were late, and Barbara was beginning to think she should have cancelled it. There was always so much to do, and Barbara, a night-duty nurse at the local hospital, had recently worked extra shifts.

She was tired. The sleet storm and icy roads added to her tension. Maybe she should turn the car around.

“Mom!” Ben cried. “Look!” Just ahead, a car had lost control on a patch of ice. As Barbara tapped the brakes, the other car spun wildly rolled over, then crashed sideways into a telephone pole.

... (more)

Tags: death, life, life and death

The Day Smokey Died

By Coach Phatty, published on Sep 1, 2013

... put him in the bucket and brought him back home,

We then went to the backyard to my grandma’s garden and chose a beautiful little spot to bury our dear Smokey…and that’s what we did. We even made a little tombstone from a piece of wood and wrote “Smokey” and it date of birth and death on it, just like a real cemetery. After a few final thoughts and maybe even a short prayer for the critter, we said our final good-byes and left crying and heartbroken.

Later in the day, we were getting ready to go to the park and play some baseball. We were standing in the front yard of ... (more)

Tags: death, hope, black cat

Mary & Tom - My Grandparents

By JennyT, published on Aug 31, 2013

...time. You took ill, a stroke struck you and I tended to your body, such an english rose with you hair of silver curls, porcelain skin, rosy cheeks, in floral dress and string of pearls

And I was young and so naive and went 'round countryside and fell in love ..or so I thought, when your death I read by telegraph and I the one too self absorbed - even to attend, this regret, in life I have and I carry it to my grave for I thought of only me, so I ask for absolution - for not honouring you in death

I shall make amends, though I know not where you lay, to pay respect, to show?... (more)

Tags: australia, death, mourn, regret, grandparents

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