Your death is killing me, day after day. I miss you mom
Death has taken you to a beautiful place called Heaven, but it has made my life a living Hell. I miss you Mom
Death has taken you to a beautiful place called Heaven, but it has made my life a living Hell. I miss you Dad
Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
The death of a beloved is an amputation.
The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.
Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face, I know it is an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.
I am not there. I did not die.
If tears could build a stairway, And memories a lane, I had walk right up to Heaven and bring you home again.
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
Death pays all debts
To the well - organized mind, death is but the next great adventure