The economy of love


"It has struck me that the sorrow, grief, and pain are the payment for the love that is

shared; the greater the love, the greater the payments. These payments are not

scheduled. When we agree to love, we promise to be responsible to make these payments

at any time. At any given moment we can be called upon to make a payment.

When a loved companion experiences sorrow, grief or pain we are called upon

to make a payment for the love we have shared. How strong the love

and what the loved one is experiencing will determine the size of the payment required.


"We go through life this way depositing memories and affection while periodically

making payments. The day comes that we are called upon to make the final payment

for this love. A great love requires a great final payment. When called upon to

make this final payment it may seem like more than we can bear; if we draw

from the deposits of the memories and affection (and interest accrued) we

can make the payment. Once this final payment is made we are left with all the love,

affection and memories that love produced free and clear to keep for the rest of our lives.


"In the end the returns of great love (the happiness, joy and love) far surpass the

great payments (sorrow, grief and pain) required. When dealing with loss we can

draw from the returns to make the payment rather than focusing on the payment itself.


"Let's not be sorry for the loss. Let's be grateful that we had the chance to experience

the pain of it; it means we also got to experience all the happiness, joy and love

of a great love. Forever afterwards, when we need to, we can have that happiness,

joy and love, just by accessing the memories of that beloved companion."

Written by Dave Viklund, Double V Stockdogs.

Used with permission.


Here and always in my heart are the animals I have loved and lost much too soon.

In some cases, nature intervened to take them from me well before they should have left.



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Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there, I did not die.

-Author unknown.


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