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8 décembre 2011 4 08 /12 /décembre /2011 22:51
To my son Patrice,
I have so much love for you
That suddenly you are lifted over the world
And I shout my joy
And my happiness to have encountered you.
And when I will go into other worlds
Around you my love will comfort you
Because nothing can be erased.
Maud Tardieu
Translation by Patrice Tardieu

 

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28 février 2011 1 28 /02 /février /2011 23:18

« Then life goes on, and the time that is imparted to you, erases very slowly your being. Everyone changes, you knew it right from the start. You have fulfilled what you had set your heart on, leave an eternal memory. That is why, death will bring you peacefulness and quietness, and you will stay in the mind of others, you have learned everything, you have achieved your journey on earth and all your emotions have been carried out. You have accomplished that for which you came. Therefore time goes by and death is anymore a grief. You have plucked what is the best, you didn’t stay there for nothing. You have lived all you wanted to live, you do not fear anymore death. You have loved, and that changed you. You had everything, you were one with the person you had chosen, then created what followed and the memory. Now you can go.

Death will be peaceful. Death can be alike love by sublimating an end, as far as suicide. It’s the total gift of oneself.

It’s a complete love, so that it doesn’t touch even lightly this received happiness.

Death is an extreme feeling and becomes a question?

On the other hand, the presence of those we have loved will always stay in the folds of our life. The dead woman brings a supernatural thorough fond love never forgotten. It’s a support till the end of your life.

When those we have loved fade away from life, near you, in yourself, they still tell their lives, with their words, and you are surrounded by them.

The love of your parents, of your child, as many different moving, disconcerting love, which make you become a human being, living full of emotions. The love of the deceased. »

Maud Tardieu

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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