Holly Haggard: A Memorial
September 26, 2011
“Hear me, my chiefs, I am tired: my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever. “ –Chief Joseph
Down By the River
September 26, 2011
“Take me down to the river, I pray. All of this pain, wash my tears away.” –Sarah Jean Simmons-Meyer
The Little’s Last Day
August 15, 2011
“We believe that death is not the end, and that life and death are complementary. So when you embrace sallekhana you are embracing a whole new life – it’s no more than going from one room to another.” –William Dalrymple (Nine Lives)
Jamie Toulon: A Memorial
June 14, 2011
“Now Lord, Your salvation sustains us!”
Jamie, We Will Miss You.
June 11, 2011
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” –Dylan Thomas
Couldn’t Say It Better
March 1, 2011
“This is where I have always been coming to. Since time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, and we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere.” –A.S. Byatt
Always
February 26, 2011
“It seems to us, who have ‘survived,’ that some part of us has died with those we’d loved, and is interred with them, or burnt to ash.” –Joyce Carol Oates
A Son’s Goodbye
February 22, 2011
”When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
“Thanks for enduring hardships with joy, and for facing death with hope. Now you are free…” –Jordan Jonas
William Paul Jonas
February 22, 2011
November 2, 1948–February 22, 2011
“Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father.” –Matthew 13:43
2000th Post: Dedicated to My Dad
February 20, 2011
“She remembered him smiling, and realized that time, that great old healer, had finally accomplished its work, and now, across the years, the face of love no longer stirred up agonies of grief and bitterness. Rather, one was left feeling simply grateful. For how unimaginably empty the past would be without him to remember.”
— Rosamunde Pilcher
