A Lil' Morbid Today... Sorry

Took a trip to the cemetery with mama to visit a man sorely missed, especially on Father's Day.

Death is a horrible thing. It doesnt only effect the person it removes from  the earth; it takes away little parts of everyone around him. The only thing we can do is accept it and rise above it.

Death is inevitable. No one escapes it or its effects. The only triumph over death is to leave a long lasting impression on those left behind, and thats exactly what Dad did. He will forever be missed, and will live forever through his children, so I'm glad I get to hold him in my heart.

"Life? Life? Its Death that makes life worth living for."

Death paves the way for life

There's a poem that's been in my head for the whole day. A sonnet by the incredible John Donne:

Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

Much pleasure; then from me much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee do go;

Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poison,war, and sickness dwell,

And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well

And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,

And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

No, I'm not in this picture, but its just ridiculously cute!