When it is time to say goodbye what would you leave behind? Wealth? Or an experience of sense and well-being toward relationships? Were the moments shared enriching? Did you at least contribute an honor for your country, or created a chain reaction to make this a better world with happier people? Everything is passing.
In our enjoyment of temporary pursuits we should be content with bunched experiences.
We have labored to preserve happy memories and leave traces behind.
Our sons and daughters carry our name, untarnished and respected.
Perhaps no big material wealth to leave but they knew how our lives struggled and worked hard.
Our hopes of building a little egg nest provided them a reality of magic in wonderland.
I could remember when my father died.
Although he never had enough time to make money because of an early death, I experienced to live in abundance.
He bequeathed me with values.
He taught me how to love the poor and be humble in spite of glory.
He left me a basket of morality, a closet of good deeds and a home full of joy because of sharing and faith in God.
He left me with the good memories I could never forget.
Death is sometimes a dreadful moment of truth.
It may pain us deeply, as we rekindle our past intimacies.
The more we love a person and enjoy his company, the greater our grief for his loss.
We should understand that the past is past, and whatever happens everyday is a new day.
The memory that happened between points in time is the treasure of the heart and soul.
The passing away should leave us with a consciousness of ourselves and of the world.
Sometimes we should learn to let go and accept to suffer for our pleasures.
The good memories will strengthen the character.
Our souls need the tranquil emotions of piety more than the lively impressions of material wealth.
Everyday is a day of preparation.
Each today can be the last day to live a gracious exit.
At least, we should have molded any child to become a good adult tomorrow.
What we share today is our gift to the world.