Monday, November 03, 2008

Final farewell

The funeral was "nice", insofar as funerals can be "nice". The eulogies were beautifully delivered.

It was heartbreaking to see the mother who could barely hold herself up in her grief. I hugged her. I hugged her brother, whose strong character really touched me. I hugged her sister, who looked so much like her.

Excerpt from poem by Tennyson, "Nothing Will Die":

The world was never made;
It will change, but it will not fade.
So let the wind range;
For even and morn
Ever will be
Thro’ eternity.
Nothing was born;
Nothing will die;
All things will change.


Aqua said...

Yes, change is the only thing we can be sure of. A frightening thought to me, although Tennyson's poem provides a sense of relief from that fear. Beautiful.

butterflies said...

I love that..of course love never dies,it simply changes.
So glad that you were able to give love and hugs.
Now heres one for you (HUGGSS)

Suzanne said...

You think you're "empty" and yet you were able to reach out and comfort those who need it. Not so hollow are you lady? ;-)

susan said...


Love never dies, you are right.

Immi said...

*sending hugs*