“At the resurrection, people will neither marry, nor be given in marriage; they will be like the angels in heaven.” (Matthew 22:30)
We won’t be married, but will know our loved ones in heaven!
Just to know we will know our loved ones in heaven is an incredible thought!
We will see those smiling faces again and have the ability to touch and hug our loved ones again. When each of us arrives in heaven, it will not matter to us that marriage does not exist; but just whom will be at the core of our relationships, and how will those relationships be affected?
Even though our Bible says we won’t be married in heaven, it will never take away or detract us from our joy. We will still see and know our spouses and other loved ones who passed before us. “Amazing!” Most importantly, we will know and be with Jesus Christ forever.
I look forward to seeing my late husband, my grandparents, aunts, and uncles and I also look forward to seeing my friends who have past.
I spend time talking to God daily and I thank him for allowing me to see another day.
Each day is a blessing and I feel empowered as I share the Grief Journey that I started almost 6 years ago with others.
“When we stood there, closer than all?” “Well, the harvest moon
“Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head.”
“That made you?” “Yes.” “Just the moon and the light it made
“Under the tree?” “Well, your mouth, too.” “Yes, my mouth?”
“And the quiet there that sang like the drum in the booth.
“You shouldn’t have danced like that.” “Like what?” “So close,
“With your head turned up, and the flower in your hair, a rose
“That smelt all warm.” “I loved you. I thought you knew
“I wouldn’t have danced like that with any but you.”
“I didn’t know. I thought you knew it was fun.”
“I thought it was love you meant.” “Well, it’s done.” “Yes, it’s done.
“I’ve seen boys stone a blackbird, and watched them drown
“A kitten … it clawed at the reeds, and they pushed it down
“Into the pool while it screamed. Is that fun, too?”
“Well, boys are like that … Your brothers…” “Yes, I know.
“But you, so lovely and strong! Not you! Not you!”
“They don’t understand it’s cruel. It’s only a game.”
“And are girls fun, too?” “No, still in a way it’s the same.
“It’s queer and lovely to have a girl…” “Go on.”
“It makes you mad for a bit to feel she’s your own,
“And you laugh and kiss her, and maybe you give her a ring,
“But it’s only in fun.” “But I gave you everything.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have done it. You know what a fellow thinks
“When a girl does that.” “Yes, he talks of her over his drinks
“And calls her a—” “Stop that now. I thought you knew.”
“But it wasn’t with anyone else. It was only you.”
“How did I know? I thought you wanted it too.
“I thought you were like the rest. Well, what’s to be done?”
“To be done?” “Is it all right?” “Yes.” “Sure?” “Yes, but why?”
“I don’t know. I thought you were going to cry.
“You said you had something to tell me.” “Yes, I know.
“It wasn’t anything really … I think I’ll go.”
“Yes, it’s late. There’s thunder about, a drop of rain
“Fell on my hand in the dark. I’ll see you again
“At the dance next week. You’re sure that everything’s right?”
“Yes.” “Well, I’ll be going.” “Kiss me…” “Good night.” …
“Good night.”
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go, but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Black mold, a mighty fungus that eats away at one’s essence and their very soul, that’s GRIEF! It begins as a dishonorable weed, such as lamb’s-quarters, knot-weed, and poison ivy and embeds itself like a root. It continues to grow blacker and blacker as it eats its way into your conscious and subconscious mind while pounding away at your heart like a percussionist beating their bongos loudly, wildly & intentionally.
Just when you inhale, pray, then exhale –Awe, I am going to be okay, grief packs its bags, moves back in and stays longer than a day. Greedily it consumes your thoughts, strength, energy, happiness, and attacks your faith. Stretching its tentacles and reaching out, grabbing a hold of its victim and squeezing tight, unable to breathe, experiencing an incomprehensible pain. You’ve gained your doctorate degree in mourning and grieving. Your body now riddled, but you’re still sane!
Questioning your future, you know you can’t re-create your former life. When you’ve loved hard and grieved harder, and have been knocked down but manage to get back up, you realize what is still important and what life and love is truly about and again you breathe deeply, then EXHALE!
Black mold, a mighty fungus that eats away at one’s Essence and their very soul, that’s GRIEF! It begins as a dishonorable weed, such as: lamb’s-quarters, knot-weed and poison ivy and embeds itself like a root. It continues to grow blacker and blacker as it eats its way into your conscious and subconscious mind while pounding away at your heart like a percussionist beating their bongos loudly, wildly & intentionally.
Just when you inhale, pray, then exhale –Awe, I am going to be okay, grief packs its bags, moves back in and stays longer than a day. Greedily it consumes your thoughts, strength, energy, happiness, and attacks your faith. Stretching its tentacles and reaching out, grabbing a hold of its victim and squeezing tight, unable to breathe, experiencing an incomprehensible pain. You’ve gained your doctorate degree in mourning & grieving, your body riddled, but you’re still sane.
Questioning your future, you know you can’t re-create your former life. When you’ve loved hard and grieved harder, and have been knocked down but manage to get back up, you realize what is still important and what life and love is truly about and again you breathe deep, and then EXHALE!
The music world has truly lost a talented and gifted artist and music producer.
Tim Bergling was born on September 8, 1989 to Anki Liden an actress in Stockholm, Sweden.
Better known by his stage name Avicii , was a Swedish musician, DJ, remixer and record producer.
One of the most popular DJs of the late-2000s EDM boom, Grammy-nominated Swedish producer Avicii went on to top the charts in multiple countries and tour the world with his uplifting house anthems. Born Tim Bergling in Stockholm in 1989, he began making music at the age of 16, posting his remixes in online forums of electronic music. At age 18 he was writing and remixing tracks in his bedroom and uploading them onto the Internet, which landed him to sign his first record label deal.
He took great pride in remixing tracks for Dizzee Rascal, Robyn, and also Little Boots. Bergling issued a handful of his own singles, like “Bromance” and “My Feelings for You” in 2010. “Seek Bromance” — which added the vocals of Amanda Wilson atop his earlier track — became a modest hit across Europe. However, it wasn’t until his next single, 2011’s “Levels,” that his international popularity exploded. Featuring a sample of Etta James’ “Something’s Got a Hold on Me,” the track topped dance charts across the globe and reached platinum status in at least ten countries, launching Avicii into the mainstream.
He rose to prominence in 2011 with his breakthrough single “Levels”. His debut studio album, True (2013), featured electronic music blended with elements of several music genres and received generally positive reviews from music critics. It peaked within the top ten in more than fifteen countries and topped the Australian, Swedish, Danish and US dance charts.
It was supported by the lead single “Wake Me Up”, which topped most music markets in Europe and reached number four in the US. In 2015 he released his second studio album, Stories, and in 2017 he released an EP titled Avīci (01). In 2016 he retired from touring due to health issues.
His catalog of music also included the singles “I Could Be the One” with Nicky Romero, “You Make Me”, “X You”, “Hey Brother”, “Addicted to You”, “The Days”, “The Nights”, “Waiting for Love”, “Without You” and “Lonely Together”. Bergling was nominated for Grammy Awards for his work on “Sunshine” with David Guetta in 2012 and his track “Levels” in 2013. Several music publications credit Bergling as among the DJs who ushered electronic music into Top 40 radio in the early 2010s.
Sadly Tim Bergling died on April 20, 2018 in Muscat, Oman at the age of 28.He leaves to mourne his passing, his mother, Anki Liden , siblings, Anton, Linda and David in Stockholm, Sweden.
Six days later, his family stated in an open letter that he had suffered from severe stress and mental-health issues for a number of years. The letter was widely interpreted to imply that the manner of his death was suicide.
The letter read: “Our beloved Tim was a seeker, a fragile artistic soul searching for answers to existential questions. An over-achieving perfectionist who traveled and worked hard at a pace that led to extreme stress,” read the statement, released Thursday. “When he stopped touring, he wanted to find a balance in life to be happy and be able to do what he loved most — music.”
Avicii had in the past suffered acute pancreatitis, in part due to excessive drinking. After having his gallbladder and appendix removed in 2014, he canceled a series of shows in attempt to recover.
The Swedish performer retired from performing in 2016 but still produced albums and songs.
The Music Industry has truly lost a gifted and talented artist!
“She could almost feel him prodding her; urging her to go on. As the wails of pain and torment assaulted her ears, she knew that’s exactly what she would do until the war was over and she could crawl into a quiet, dark corner and mourn for the part of her that had died with him.”
― Jaclyn A. Wilson
“She could almost feel him prodding her; urging her to go on. As the wails of pain and torment assulted her ears, she knew that’s exactly what she would do until the war was over and she could crawl into a quiet, dark corner and mourn for the part of her that had died with him.”
― Jaclyn A. Wilson
A LITTLE PIECE OF MY HEART 
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