But even if they didn't, it would be important for us to leave flowers at their grave. After all, every man has two deaths, when he is buried in the ground and the last time someone says his name.
So long as we remember them and speak their name, as long as we can leave flowers on their grave, those who have passed have not died; consequently, those who have snowdrops growing on their graves still have life. Don't you think?
[ The former quote is one of Ernest Hemingway - but if one sees snowdrops on a grave and brushes off the name, is that not saying the name once more? Is it not acknowledging its existence?
Are snowdrops not then flowers which acknowledge human existence? ]
( He doesn't know how he feels about those words. For Basil, the thought that someone could possibly still be around was terrifying. But, he knows that he doesn't intend any ill will behind those words. And so, it takes him a while to respond. )
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I don't think we could ever be ready when someone leaves us.
So, I'm sure that it's reassuring to know that they're never really gone.
There's one flower that I liked to leave for others called the white egret orchid. It's meaning is "my thoughts will follow you into your dreams." I... want to believe that those words will reach them.
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Yes. I do.
But even if they didn't, it would be important for us to leave flowers at their grave. After all, every man has two deaths, when he is buried in the ground and the last time someone says his name.
So long as we remember them and speak their name, as long as we can leave flowers on their grave, those who have passed have not died; consequently, those who have snowdrops growing on their graves still have life. Don't you think?
[ The former quote is one of Ernest Hemingway - but if one sees snowdrops on a grave and brushes off the name, is that not saying the name once more? Is it not acknowledging its existence?
Are snowdrops not then flowers which acknowledge human existence? ]
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I don't think we could ever be ready when someone leaves us.
So, I'm sure that it's reassuring to know that they're never really gone.
There's one flower that I liked to leave for others called the white egret orchid. It's meaning is "my thoughts will follow you into your dreams." I... want to believe that those words will reach them.