Tuesdays with Morrie -- Week 12

Hi, everyone:) I watched the movies ”Ghost”, ”The terminator” and ”The Terminator 2: Judgment Day” last week. These movies are one of the masterpieces and their theme song is very famous! I enjoy watching them very much, but my best movie is ”The Terminator 2: Judgment Day” because this movie moved me deeply. Have you ever seen these movies?:D


The Thirteenth Tuesday: We Talk About the Perfect Day

Morrie wanted to be cremated. He had discussed it with his wife, and they decided it was the best way. And he began to tell Mitch the following.

"It's natural to die," Morrie said. "The fact that we make such a big hullabaloo over it is all because we don't see ourselves as part of nature. We think because we're human we're something above nature." He smiled at the plant. "We're not. Everything that gets born, dies." He looked at Mitch. "Do you accept that?"

"Yes," Mitch answered. "All right," he whispered, "now here's the payoff. Here is how we are different from these wonderful plants and animals. As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live onーin the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here."

Morrie also said, "Death ends a life, not a relationship."


The Fourteenth Tuesday: We Say Good-bye

It was cold and damp as Mitch walked up the steps, to Morrie's house. Morrie's wife had called the day before to tell Mitch Morrie "was not doing well." This was her way of saying the final days had arrived. Morrie had cancelled all of his appointment and had been sleeping much of the time, which was unlike him. He never cared for sleeping, not when there were people he could talk with. "Morrie wants you to come visit," his wife said, "but, Mitch ．．．he's very weak."

Mitch entered the room, pushing a smile onto his face. Mitch and Morrie talked for a while, and then Mitch said, "I don't know how to say good-bye." Morrie patted Mitch's hand weakly, keeping it on his chest. "This ．．．is how we say ．．．good-bye ．．．" Morrie breathed softly, in and out, I could feel his rib cage rise and fall. Then he looked right at me. "Love ．．．you," he rasped. "Know you do ．．．know ．．．something else ．．．" Mitch asked, "What else do you know?" "You ．．．always have ．．．" Morrie's eyes got small, and then he cried, his face contorting like a baby who hasn't figured how his tear ducts work. Mitch held him close for several minutes. Mitch rubbed his loose skin. Mitch stroked his hair. Mitch put a palm against his face and felt the bones close to the flesh and the tiny wet tears, as if squeezed from a dropper.

When Morrie's breathing approached normal again, Mitch cleared his throat and said he knew Morrie was tired, so he would be back next Tuesday.

But they would never meet again.


I think the Morrie's words "Death ends a life, not a relationship" are so great! In next blog, I will write the last article of the book.