The best solution to overcoming grief is remembering although our time on this physical plane is limited, we all reunite in another dimension, indefinitely. Remember this when you mourn, and remember you still have a life to live, and keep in mind happiness still lies ahead. Danny G.
In Loving Memory of Brady Dubeau
A gentle soul whose life was cut short, but who fought until his last day, and who never gave up, until his very last breath. You’re forever in our hearts Brady Dubeau. Your courage and kindness will never be forgotten. Danny G.
You’re Forever In Our Hearts (In Loving Memory of Brady Dubeau)
It seems yesterday, you were as happy as can be,
Riding your bike, and pulling stunts all day long.
Life gave you a challenge, so great,
You questioned in disbelief,
And couldn’t understand why.
You were a fierce fighter,
Never wanting to give in,
When the battle was overwhelming
You fought and fought
To relieve the pain.
We’ll always remember,
The days you held on,
Simply for your zest of life.
And we’ll always remember,
The days you held on
All the tears you shed
When life was overwhelmingly sad.
Most importantly
You imparted memories
And love in our hearts,
And we’ll never forget
Nor regret your short journey,
Of simply being yourself.
You touched many lives,
And many tears are shed,
For the great man who left.
Farewell my brother,
Until we meet again
In another dimension
You’re forever in our hearts
And with us always.
The Promise (Poem)
He looked into her dying eyes,
And saw the dreadful anguish
In her eyes, at 86,
While death is staring face to face.
She said why, oh why?
Why does it have to be this way?
What’s the point of all of this?
In a state of disarray,
From watching his loved one
Passing away.
He then promised himself,
On that very day,
He would never ask that question
On his dying day,
And he would live life to the fullest,
Until his very last day,
So the questions
Would be irrelevant,
On that same day.
The Soul is Eternal
Everything we experience through our physical senses passes away with time, but everything we experience and learn from our soul, is eternal. The soul never dies, as it gathers wisdom into the physical dimension and then re-emerges into another dimension when we leave this physical plane. Danny G.
A Simple Life Process (Poem)
Though we reunite on special days and occasions.
Laughing and catching up on old days.
Some born, some pass away,
To another world watching over us, every day.
Though we cannot fathom the very day,
Where one will part away,
To another world,
And leave our place.
It is this day and age,
We must accept,
The rules that were set,
When we entered this world.
Body dies but the soul remains.
And what remains is memories,
That we hold so deep,
Deep in our heart,
Deep in our soul,
As we rock our child,
And reminisce the joys,
A new treasure,
And the old one dies.
A simple life process of life and death,
Choices and love,
Intuition and failure,
They all lead back to the way,
The destiny and the journey,
Above all.
Though the process may seem difficult,
And hard to bear.
And in our mind we cannot find,
The logic, of loss and grief.
We’re all on a journey,
Of undiscovered potential.
Some simply forget,
Then leave this planet before.
Wasted energy,
As we fret the why’s.
And the so called memories,
That make us cry.
We don’t understand death,
We all return home,
On another journey,
In another world.
A part of us remains,
In this world with our loves.
And another in a dimension,
That never ends.
We’re all misfits in another sense,
Trying to make sense of this world,
Without end.
But as we are on the front lines,
Living our life,
Making the best,
Of the treachery and zeal.
Lessons are learned, and remembered,
In this chaotic world,
Of dread or fulfillment.
Perception is grappling, for our attention,
To win its previous,
Lying scheme.
But doesn’t win,
As we lay the grounds,
And choose the latter,
And not the dread.
The pen is in our hand,
In this undiscovered land,
Of hope, faith and love.
Of undiscovered potential we have,
A world of greed,
A world of generosity and deeds.
Though the choice is ours,
When we remain stagnant,
We wake up asleep, and forget the dream.
Though the choice is ours,
To our awakening,
Let’s choose life,
And wake up at eighty,
With dreams never shattered,
And lives never wasted.
Only fulfillment,
And love that stays.
Let’s not forget,
The reason for our arrival,
And the reason for our departure,
When we’re old and wrinkly,
And we shall say,
Let’s die in peace,
Our mission is fulfilled.