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During this sensitive time, we look back on happier moments with our loved one. Though appreciated, no words of comfort can quiet the yearning for our loved one's presence. Precious one, in your time of grief, know this; it's not the ending of a life, but the completion of the transference. Our fleshly exterior is merely a container. And each container is unique in its makeup. Some are as gold, others as sliver, clay, even glass. Each one in its place is highly valuable and bares precious contents

For whatever reason, some containers develop surface imperfections sometimes inside, and after leaving the Master Potters kiln. Yet that doesn't diminish the priceless value of the relics inside. Some of those cracks cause the contents to stream out in such concentrations that it overwhelms our senses to the point it seems unbearable. In their absence, there is why we so fervently remember even the smallest details of their stay here. There was divine purpose behind your involvement in their life.

As containers, our sole purpose in life is to hold and transport life's memories on to the next generation. Each engagement with your loved one was an opportunity for them to pour a portion of themselves into you. Did you catch it? Of course you did. In this life, some containers pour quickly, while others pour quite slow. And when the container has fulfilled its task, the Master Potter simply places it back on its reserved resting place in his home.

So as you ponder fond memories, some with smiles, a few with tears, remember...The only place your loved one has gone is inside your heart. Can you feel them? Surely you can. It's your duty to carry on the mixture of their and your contents through the next leg of life's journey. For as long as you exist, your loved one hasn't passed away; they just finished pouring. ©2007 Tim Taylor

Note: where the pronouns are within the poem, they will be replaced by the loved one's name where appropriate.