[dr_lew]

She ended by asking her friends and family to send her a warm thought when they sing around the bonfire on Midsummer’s Eve, which would have been her 62 birthday.

But ... she's dead. So how can anyone send her anything? Know what I mean?

[jocon307]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

This lady had the right idea, may she rest in peace.

[Tired of Taxes]

She wrote her own obituary and arranged who would speak in the church and what she would wear.

I always figured on doing the same.

And then a young woman I knew, when she was faced with no other options, did exactly that - she planned her own funeral, the music, the readings, everything.

Rest in peace, Mrs. Gordon.

[bluejean]

“remember that all of those days that just come and go, those are the days that are life”

How true. Blowing through weeks at work, waiting for weekends which seem to last 5 minutes, hurrying there, hurrying home, little rat running the maze, then suddenly you get a pink slip and it’s all coming to an end. Find yourself saying “Where did the time go?” The years go flying by. We take so much for granted. And it’s all so fragile. People we know and enjoy being with, thunderstorms, birds singing, great music, good books, relaxing evenings with good friends...enjoy while you can. How bittersweet.

[tflabo]

I’m keeping an old phone message from two years ago.
Its from the late Rev John Hill from Greenville, NC.
He was a pastor I watched on TV and was a man’s man. He used to call me when I sent small donations and we would talk some. Then he died suddenly one night. I just happened to replay his phone message on the machine today.
What a fine man he was and too bad we never met live but was planning on it. He’s with the Savior He so loved and served.