This is beautiful, John. I'm sorry for your loss. But as you said, the idea of life and death, impermanence, making each day count, cherishing those you love transcends the ritual of someone's death. You'll carry memories and the way she made you feel with you forever and be richer for it. She made a difference. I'm in tears because I just finished writing a blog post about losing our daughter, Jade. https://creativeartworksblog.com/2026/02/06/jade/. Thank you for a beautiful article,
Such a beautiful post John, I get very touched by this. Life is fragile. I think of something a Swedish author once said: We are all going to die one day, but today we just live. Living fully each day is important, and I am grateful when I manage to do that. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt post 💟🙏
This says it all. "...maybe the point isn’t to make peace with death. Maybe it’s to make peace with life." This is what I am doing. Thank you for putting it into perfect words for me. 💕
So sorry for your loss, John. This piece is beautifully written. I can relate to hearing your name. My dad said mine with enthusiasm whenever I called. "Hello, Lynn Anne!" Even when he had dementia, he seemed totally present when he said those words. Recently, on the verge of sleep, I heard my dad say "Lynn Anne!" in the same tone he used when I said something he thought was just silly. Clear as a bell. When I try to hear his voice in my mind right now, I can't. Sending hugs!
What you have written here I at first thought captured all that you must have felt in that hospital bed, receiving the news of your aunt’s passing and I could hear your loss in your words. But then I realized that what you had written had taken me inside my head with a lifetime of learned lessons about losing someone I never imagined living life without. Your words circled around all of it. I still wonder at the time of it all, and like you wonder the why but you expressed your feelings so beautifully as to involve anyone reading this. I am sorry for your loss. Writing about it may not take the pain of it away but it is a step forward and a tribute to your aunt.
Thank you for this, John. “Grief does that. It refuses structure. It moves in circles. It doubles back when you think you’re done.” I hope your recuperation continues to go well. ☺️
John , so sorry for your loss of your Aunt Teresa. Your right death is like
a thief , silently waiting it seems to arrive swiftly to take those we love.
And yet it can not take the essence of their life, how they laughed, their joys , the way they spoke your name , the way they loved.
To live each day fully present , wide open to give and receive those you love , tell them you care , speak the words that bring life and lift up , do the things you enjoy , that bring you
happiness. All I know is when its my time , I desire those who are left behind to think of me and smile and say .. I always felt her love and witnessed her compassion for all.
John , thank you for sharing a piece of yourself with us here. You matter to me and Im glad you are here !
This is beautiful, John. I'm sorry for your loss. But as you said, the idea of life and death, impermanence, making each day count, cherishing those you love transcends the ritual of someone's death. You'll carry memories and the way she made you feel with you forever and be richer for it. She made a difference. I'm in tears because I just finished writing a blog post about losing our daughter, Jade. https://creativeartworksblog.com/2026/02/06/jade/. Thank you for a beautiful article,
Thank you 🙏
Such a beautiful post John, I get very touched by this. Life is fragile. I think of something a Swedish author once said: We are all going to die one day, but today we just live. Living fully each day is important, and I am grateful when I manage to do that. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt post 💟🙏
I love that…. Thank you 🙏🤗✌️
This says it all. "...maybe the point isn’t to make peace with death. Maybe it’s to make peace with life." This is what I am doing. Thank you for putting it into perfect words for me. 💕
So sorry for your loss, John. This piece is beautifully written. I can relate to hearing your name. My dad said mine with enthusiasm whenever I called. "Hello, Lynn Anne!" Even when he had dementia, he seemed totally present when he said those words. Recently, on the verge of sleep, I heard my dad say "Lynn Anne!" in the same tone he used when I said something he thought was just silly. Clear as a bell. When I try to hear his voice in my mind right now, I can't. Sending hugs!
Thank you 🙏
What you have written here I at first thought captured all that you must have felt in that hospital bed, receiving the news of your aunt’s passing and I could hear your loss in your words. But then I realized that what you had written had taken me inside my head with a lifetime of learned lessons about losing someone I never imagined living life without. Your words circled around all of it. I still wonder at the time of it all, and like you wonder the why but you expressed your feelings so beautifully as to involve anyone reading this. I am sorry for your loss. Writing about it may not take the pain of it away but it is a step forward and a tribute to your aunt.
Thank you 🤗🙏
Thank you for this, John. “Grief does that. It refuses structure. It moves in circles. It doubles back when you think you’re done.” I hope your recuperation continues to go well. ☺️
Thank you 🙏
RIP 🙏🏿
Life is too unpredictable
Tomorrow comes or may never come
There is a fine line between breathing snd not breathing
This is the reality about which we all are aware but we all live in a world if illusions
🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿
Thank you 🙏
John , so sorry for your loss of your Aunt Teresa. Your right death is like
a thief , silently waiting it seems to arrive swiftly to take those we love.
And yet it can not take the essence of their life, how they laughed, their joys , the way they spoke your name , the way they loved.
To live each day fully present , wide open to give and receive those you love , tell them you care , speak the words that bring life and lift up , do the things you enjoy , that bring you
happiness. All I know is when its my time , I desire those who are left behind to think of me and smile and say .. I always felt her love and witnessed her compassion for all.
John , thank you for sharing a piece of yourself with us here. You matter to me and Im glad you are here !
Thank you. You matter as well
Thank you 🙏