Buglover, I am in awe of you. Your letter to Victor is so beautiful and heartfelt and brought me to tears.
"What is dying? I am standing on the seashore. A ship sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says, "She is gone." Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all; she is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her; and just at the moment when someone at my side says, "She is gone," there are others who are watching her coming,and other voices take up the glad shout, "There she comes!"--and that is dying. "
~ Bishop Brent


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For 2 years I haven't even bothered to put my clothes away. I just live out of the hamper. There are stacks and stacks of medical bills all over the tops of dressers, entertainment center and I have a graveyard of cups on my vanity. When I get ready for bed, I just put the cup on the counter so I won't knock it over accidentally in my sleep........and there they sit until there are no more cups in the kitchen then I take some down and wash them. I've been a lazy beast for 2 years!


