“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, ‘Wow … what a ride.’ ” 
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Love As Defined by T.D. Jakes
“Love is choosing the hand you want to hold as you lower your parents into their grave.”
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
“Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.”
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I love this poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Dedicating it today to all those who are mourning the loss of Paul Walker. Keeping his family and friends especially close in my prayers.