昭和の匂い・懐かしさを引継ぐ

Oh, how I love the unfathomable feeling of solace that the sound of the 🌧 and 🍃 can give me!

Death is nothing at all.

It does not count.

I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.

I am I, and you are you,

and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,

somewhere very near,

just round the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

— Henry Scott-Holland

I miss my mom everyday.🥺 The pain is just too much to bear, but she raised a brave woman. I will get through this. I will remember her someday without sadness and sorrow but with pure happiness and peace.

one with nature...🍃

“He will provide the way and the means, such as you could never have imagined. Leave it all to Him, let go of yourself. Lose yourself on the Cross, and you will find yourself entirely.”

— St. Catherine of Siena

God is a great provider, so do not fret. The right path is laid for those who believe in Him and who are ready to lose everything in order to follow His lead.

“Worship the Lord your God, and serve only him” (Luke 4:8). “Jesus knows what that means. It means lowliness, abuse, persecution. It means remaining misunderstood. It means hate, death, the cross. And he chooses this way from the beginning. It is the way of obedience and the way of freedom, for it is the way of God. And therefore it is also the way of love for human beings.”

— Dietrich Bonhoeffer (God Is on the Cross: Reflections on Lent and Easter)

The path we choose towards God is not all sunshine and daisies. It is rough and bumpy. But our destination is clear. It holds the promise of love, happiness and everlasting life.

Why does it have to hurt like this?

This!

When light succumbs to darkness,

to whom do you run to?

And when desolation overpowers euphoria,

whose arms are gonna embrace you?

With all these inner demons to fight

and hidden battles to win,

why do we end up all alone...

with nobody to call home?