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i wish i would have known about this when i was faced with stupid cliches during the fire:
One writes, that "Other friends remain,
That "Loss is common to the race"---
And common is the commonplace,
And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
-Tennyson
more or less, don't make stupid assumptions out of loss, each death is like life...unique and loved and to be cherished until you can let it go by.
One writes, that "Other friends remain,
That "Loss is common to the race"---
And common is the commonplace,
And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
-Tennyson
more or less, don't make stupid assumptions out of loss, each death is like life...unique and loved and to be cherished until you can let it go by.