I'm back after a 10 day absence. I intended on updating you about the writer's conference I attended sponsored by the Ottawa Romance Writers.
However, my father died yesterday and of course, the funeral rituals take precedence. Instead I leave you again with a poem befitting a life's passage.
No Man is an Island (John Donne)
No man is an island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee.
5 comments:
Marcail, I'm so sorry. I wish I could make it "all better" for you, but since that's impossible, just know that my heart and prayers are with you.
My sympathies.
Sending good thoughts to you and your father on his next great journey.
I'm speechless. Sorry. I can only imagine how you must feel.
Marcail, I'm late in finding this out. Please forgive me. Sending supportive and loving thoughts to you and your family. ~Erica
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