Black

For what is it die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Death is nothing at all.I have only slipped away into the next room.I am I, and you are you.Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,speak to me in the easy way which you always used to.
Put no difference into your tone,wear no forced air of sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name ever be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the shadow of ghost in it.
Life means all it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.

Acceptance of life and for that matter death is vital for us to carry on and move on in life. The memories will always remind us of what we had and what more we could have had.
Sometimes in Life, we get what we get.It has nothing to do with what we deserve. Sometimes looking for reasons and explanations only hurt us.Reasons are always there.Somewhere hiding from plain view just under the surface.But sometimes the harder we try to look for them, the more elusive they become.Sometimes you just have to let go.

I guess I finally understand what Teardrops dissolving Into Dust means.