Left Behind

In an interesting turn of conversations, someone made the comment that we were the one's left behind when someone passes away. 

We hold on to precious memories and wonder if there is more meaning to these things? Just going through the motions of our daily lives.....still clutching the volumes of things that serve as reminders of a life that "once was".  This is and always will be our cross to bear.  We, as survivors, have a responsibility to those we hold dear and envelope in our hearts. 
Like an old bandage, we smooth the edges back down.  It hurts to just rip that wound open but life does it without even the slightest care.  People say you should move on.  You should not dwell on these things. 

Misery is part of the suffering and, as humans, we suffer greatly. 

Healing is the place of comfort in your memories where you can cope with being "left behind". 

I don't mind being left behind.  Most of the people in my life know exactly how I stand and their place in my life.  To quote the movie "Casper": "I have no unfinished business".   I have always tried to make sure that I loved and lived with passion.  Not "screaming from the top of my lungs" passion....but the kind that helps you smooth out the rough edges on the bandage of your heart and lets you know my shoulder is here to lean upon.

Go out and do the same.  Right now. 

Life hurts.  If our love's could see us wasting tears on them, they would fuss.  They wouldn't allow one drop.  Listen to that voice and live.

Life is, after all, for the living.