Death is like….
A heavy blanket draped over the ones you leave behind,
Trapping all the tears and sadness underneath it.
Death is like black rose petal memories falling silently to the ground
Where we gather them up and hold them tightly in our hands.
Death is a whispered sigh
Through the weeping willows branches,
A murmur of apology for the grief and the broken hearts.
When you were born, the cord was joyfully severed.
Why should there be any less joy now
When the thread that ties you to this earth is finally broken?
No matter how hard we try to reinforce it to keep you here,
The fragile chain is yours to break.
If this is the time you’ve chosen,
Then all that’s left for us to do
Is let you go.
Death is like taking a trip to an unknown destination.
It’s a little terrifying to leave behind
The only life you’ll remember
Until you get there.
Then it will all be crystal clear –
Your plan, the master plan, the workings of the universe –
Everything at last making perfect sense.
If we listen hard we’ll hear your wings softly stirring
Before your body’s breathing slows and stills.
That’s when we’ll know you’re off and flying,
That you’ve taken all the love you can carry with you
Into another dimension
Where your next adventure waits.
This is not the end of your story.
Death is like a brand new chapter
In the book of a beautiful soul.
Breathing Space 
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