I have a funeral tomorrow of an old friend and one on Tuesday of someone I've never met.
I will begin both with this from a classmate in college that she wrote for a man she loved who died in Vietnam.
When people die
It's like a bird flying into a window on the coldest morning
of the year.
When people die
It's like the bears are out of the zoo and
eating children on the street.
When people die
It's like a maniac is in the power station and the
lights go on and off and on
off and on and
off.
When people die.
I think you'll agree.....
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