Thursday, August 14, 2008
Dear Lorie Ann, Susie, and Aunt Marg, "I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace May breed with him, can fright my faith. Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit walks; And these are but the shatter'd stalks, Or ruin'd chrysalis of one. Nor blame I Death, because he bare The use of virtue out of earth: I know transplanted human worth Will bloom to profit, otherwhere. For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart; He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak." I Wage Not Any Feud with Death Lord Alfred Tennyson My condolences on your loss. I remember Laurie well from my childhood when we used to visit. It's with sadness that I didn't get to know him as an adult. Sincerely, David
