A time to be born and a time to die, A time to plant and a time to uproot.
A time to say goodbye, A time to bid farewell and a time to look forward.

No  farewell  words
were   spoken,
no  time
to   say  goodbye,
you  were
gone
before
we   knew   it,
and
only  God  knows  why

If   tears
could   build
a   stairway
and
memories  a  lane
I'd   walk
right   up
to  Heaven
and   bring   you
home   again.

Death is only passing through God's other door. 

Gone from our sight,  but never from our hearts.


 Grief is the price we pay for love.
Take  the  pain  and  grow  beauty.
                 
Life, unfortunately, It is inevitable,
as much as we hate losing our love one.
Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.
Lives are like rivers:
 Eventually they go where they must,
you can not touch the same water twice.