Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me.

Jul 24, 2009 13:03

"And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by ( Read more... )

family, life, death

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kari July 24 2009, 19:23:33 UTC
I'm so sorry to hear that, Becca. My thoughts are with you and your family.

I think death - especially of someone very close to us - can't help but make us stop and think of what comes afterwards - both for ourselves, and for the person we are missing.

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mzford July 24 2009, 21:39:17 UTC
Becca, your words speak for me. I have not been able to find my voice yet to express my own feelings--so yours comfort me.

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koola July 27 2009, 15:08:02 UTC
Your description is beautiful. There are expressions I couldn't see, and yours spoke for me, too. Thank you for the given words.

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