Flames of the soul being let go:
In memory of my Grandfather John W. Fields
A wise person once said. "Death is just a part of life." Well this is true. The last part of life.Death, to me is when the body's flame no longer burns. The will of life is lost and the job that of which we were put here to do is completed. My Grandpa has been my life for as long as i can remember. He has always been there. I wake up and come down stairs and everymorning he was there waiting for me. But also ever since i can remember he has been sick He has Diabetes and has alot of differnt complications because of it. Including losing his lower leg to sugar and all that.One of the greatest things about Grandparents is they absolutely spoil us rotten. My Grandpa has lived a long and for the most part good life.

He has gotten to see us grow up and make choices we all know he was glad we made. We got to make him proud of us with everything we have done. And the biggest part of it all is we got to say how much we loved him everyday. People think oh i would love to have been there when my loved one died. To tell you the truth I'm not so sure. I'm here now. He is in a coma at this present time and i dont know if i can handle it. The pressure is to much. Last night i was in the kitchen where he is and i walked over next to him.. he happend to be awake for the first time in a few days. I told him I loved him and i said silently in my mind how much i cared and how much happier he will be when he joins my grandmother in heaven.

A silent prayer shared just between the two of us. Like old times. I held his hand and he said "I" back because thats all he could manage to say. I knew what he meant and i knew all along he loved me. Morbid as it sounds i know he is better of dead. He has lived his life to the fullest. And it is his time to go. His flame as extenguished and his soul has been relieved. His body is all that is here now. Laying and rotting away as we mourn for him still-barely- alive.Death is his release. His sweet and somber release. Something of which i wouldnt expect to accept if i hadent seen it before my very eyes. I have watched my Grandfather suffer for so many years. At times i found myself begging god to take him just to end his pain.

**His Job is now done and his journey is now over. His eternal rest is at hand. And his body will soon be layed to rest.
By:Amy Stewart
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"As each angel watches us a tear falls for every second wasted. But They lose their wings when someone hurts someone else unjustfully."
~**John Wallace Fields**~
Born : 5/19/1920
Died :  04/4/2002

I love you Grandpa! Rest in Peace*A tear slides off her cheek as she lays a rose on his grave*
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