I think the first month I want to recover and find the Martha who was the Martha before June 1, 2021, because I need her back.

I thought that after such a long time of not letting her be with me. I would like to bring her back into my life.

If I could have seen her just once again I should have been content to die at that moment.

"they asked "do you love her to death?"

i said "speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life

If I were to come back in another life, I’d like to be reincarnated as my own clone.

There are many things in my life that I wish I could take back. Many moments I would recast.

If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything.

Too cruel, lady, is the pain,
You bid me thus revive again.

She wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity.

An individual who has survived physical death can if he wishes recreate any portion of his own past as it was. He can recreate any portion of his own past in any way he wishes, changing his own actions within it if he so chooses, combining and reforming the entire composition. Such a procedure is usually a dead-end enterprise. The others involved are vivid hallucinations, and he may not realize this.

You can't worship a spirit in spirit, unless you do it now. Wallowing in the past may be good literature. As wisdom, it's hopeless. Time Regained is Paradise Lost, and Time Lost is Paradise Regained. Let the dead bury their dead. If you want to live at every moment as it presents itself, you've got to die to every other moment.

Now there is one thing I can tell you: you will enjoy certain pleasures you would not fathom now. When you still had your mother you often thought of the days when you would have her no longer. Now you will often think of days past when you had her. When you are used to this horrible thing that they will forever be cast into the past, then you will gently feel her revive, returning to take her place, her entire place, beside you. At the present time, this is not yet possible. Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power ... that has broken you restores you a little, I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you. Tell yourself this, too, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly remember more and more.

My biggest fear of death is to come back reincarnated

But ask yourself this: Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you
thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had
back.
What if you got it back?