When you die, come sit with me in heaven as long as you wish. You are such wonderful company. Then, there will come a time when you want to chose a new mission, and you will have your pick of any. Then we do it all again. It is a fine way to spend eternity, yes?
Dying is part of the ecosystem of living, of matter and souls. We are born and return to rebirth by this channel. Even the warrior angels still return, though heaven they have earned. For they are the tools that fix a broken universe, and they make the choice to do what they do from a sense of love.
Fools make romance of death, for it is brutal and cruel. That I say be at peace with my passing is not such a thing. But once it is done, I will be safe and sound once more. I will live as long as I can, be with you as many days as we are sent, then keep me in your good memories. I will see you again.
From whence I was sent my soul shall return, to the Ancient of Days, and dying is the gateway.
Dying can be fast or slow, painless or painful, yet lover, no matter how I go, I'll be okay. Heaven comes after, and we remember these things not. I'll be there. Our journey is ever onward together, you are my eternal friend.
I will live with you every day our creator bestows to me, yet when my time comes, when dying is set before me, when my breathing becomes a sporadic rasp, look beyond the physical and see that I am in the arms of angels.
For those whom have lived a life with love as their supreme first principle, dying is but a transition into another way of living. It can take a warrior soul to live all of those days, to keep going through tough challenges, yet we earn our places in heaven by what we do for others and for future generations.
You have until your dying day to build your legacy, to create vivid rainbow colours that will echo for eternity.
Dying is a messy and often painful process, living as we do in world that is yet to embrace euthanasia. So, loved ones, remember me as I lived. Remember that I loved you. Recall that I loved life, creation and the happiness that comes of simple pleasures. We all get recycled at some point. The soul moves on, the matter and the legacy remain. One dispersed and the other expanding, sending good ripples ever onward.
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