Sherman Alexie Quotes

As I flew back from New Zealand to bury my mother, it occurred to me that no matter how harrowing her loss was and how keenly it will always be felt, there was, nevertheless, a sense of relief that my father, sisters and I could say a final goodbye after the longest goodbye and relief that my mum had finally been released.

My sister died in Brooklyn.

During my grandma's funeral, I looked over once and saw my mom crying, and I felt so bad for her.

When anyone dies, it's sad.

After my father died, we went to church for a long time every day, and then every other day during the summer.

My best girl is dead.

I've not really had a bad Christmas. Apart from serious things, like when my father died. He rather spoiled the party and I've never forgiven him for falling off the twig on Christmas Day.

When you attend a funeral, It is sad to think that sooner o' Later those you love will do the same for you. And you may have thought it tragic, Not to mention other adjec- Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do. (But don't you worry.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced.

Death was a big part of my life growing up. I went to lots of funerals.

Death always leaves one singer to mourn.

When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.

There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.

sometimes there's nothing to say about death.

death had just shred a tear

There are so many cruel decisions parents have to make when their child dies. The funeral director requested a sheet for the coffin, and I sent the cozy flannel one, pale blue with happy snowmen, that had just been put away with the winter linens.

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

I wish my father had lived longer. He died when I was 18.

Do not weep for me.

My mother, she passed away when I was 28 years old. She fought cancer for more than 10 years. She had breast cancer, and I miss her.

Anyone with a heart, with a family, has experienced loss. No one escapes unscathed. Every story of separation is different, but I think we all understand that basic, wrenching emotion that comes from saying goodbye, not knowing if we'll see that person again - or perhaps knowing that we won't.

How one deals with the death of a loved one is a highly personalized affair. Some people weep for days; others take a hike in the woods or count rosary beads.

A death from a long illness is very different from a sudden death. It gives you time to say goodbye and time to adjust to the idea that the beloved will not be with you anymore.