Archive for July, 2014

12 Portraits of People “Right Before They Die”

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“It is more important to know what sort of person has a disease than to know what sort of disease a person has.”

This wisdom, originally attributed to Hippocrates who lived until 377 BC, rings true in the photography of Andrew George, whose project “Right Before I Die” is a striking meditation on life and loss. The Los Angeles-based artist captures humble yet heartbreaking portraits of everyday people in their final moments of life, forced to confront the daunting reality of death until it meets them head on.

To read about the person behind each portrait, click HERE.

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Death by Chocolate: 10 Things

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17 Plaques from the Memorial to Heroic Self Sacrifice

The Memorial to Heroic Self Sacrifice is a public monument in Postman’s Park in the City of London, commemorating ordinary people who died saving the lives of others and who might otherwise have been forgotten.[1] — Wikipedia   

Take special note of the ages of those on the memorial.

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Alice_Ayres

Daniel_Pemberton

David_Selves

Edward_Morris

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Words From a Grieving Friend

A facebook and real life friend posted this in his status yesterday.  It was so good that I wanted to share it with you.

If you know someone who is grieving, this is probably how they want you to treat them:

Dear Friend,
Please be patient with me; I need to grieve in my own way and in my own time.

Please don’t take away my grief or try to fix my pain. The best thing you can do is listen to me and let me cry on your shoulder. Don’t be afraid to cry with me. Your tears will tell me how much you care.

Please forgive me if I seem insensitive to your problems. I feel depleted and drained, like an empty vessel, with nothing left to give.

Please let me express my feelings and talk about my memories. Feel free to share your own stories of my loved one with me. I need to hear them.

Please understand why I must turn a deaf ear to criticism or tired clichés. I can’t handle another person telling me that time heals all wounds.

Please don’t try to find the “right” words to say to me. There’s nothing you can say to take away the hurt. What I need are hugs, not words.

Please don’t push me to do things I’m not ready to do, or feel hurt if I seem withdrawn. This is a necessary part of my recovery.

Please don’t stop calling me. You might think you’re respecting my privacy, but to me it feels like abandonment. Please don’t expect me to be the same as I was before. I’ve been through a traumatic experience and I’m a different person.

Please accept me for who I am today. Pray with me and for me. Should I falter in my own faith, let me lean on yours. In return for your loving support I promise that, after I’ve worked through my grief, I will be a more loving, caring, sensitive, and compassionate friend-becauseI have learned from the best.

Love,
(Your name)

By Margaret Brownley

Seven people who supposedly died of laughter

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