Posted on 08/18/2025 6:47:02 AM PDT by DUMBGRUNT
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Years later, my wife's mother passed from Alzheimer's. and it becomes much clearer.
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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CNN trying to clean up its image.
Won’t work.
Everyone will know it’s just camouflage.
Great testimonial though eh ?
Yeah, I’d love to read it, but I’m not going to subscribe.
Although I only got to read what was posted here
Cuz I’ll slit my own throat before I subscribe to them
/-)
click on the link i provided.
Bkmk
NOT a subscriber, and it comes up for me???
Thank you.
I changed my mind.
This is just an add for new age.
The guy didn’t obtain salvation
He just became a pantheist
No wonder CNN published it.
You can read the story by clicking the link I provided in post#5. You can also go to the original post and click F9 to see the entire story.
Formatting disappeared, the first time?
Let’s see if two is a charm?
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Subscribe??? Hell, I won't even click into it.
Thank you kindly for that link! Very interesting article. I appreciate it!
thank you for the link
What a lovely post. I read it and I’m not a subscriber. Thank you for posting.
My father's brain was fine until the end. His heart was failing and he was in pain due to broken bones from a fall, but he was perfectly lucid.
Days before he passed, he started to ask questions like "who are those children singing on the lawn outside my window?" and after staring into a corner for 5 minutes, he said - "I was talking with that woman wearing white over there."
Thank you for posting the link.
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