[Laur]

The poem the priest recited at Barbara’s funeral. It still affects me.

I walked a mile with Gladness;
She chattered all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When sorrow walked with me.

[wordsofearnest]

Also I remember the Homily @ her funeral Corinthians 15:55 wa quoted. O death where is your sting O death where is your victory.