A collection of lines from obituaries that enlarge our appreciation of the human spirit.
Showing posts with label Stan Mack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stan Mack. Show all posts
Saturday, May 10, 2014
An interesting blog post by Susan Champlin
Yes, there’s always a ribbon of sadness that winds through cemeteries like a low-lying mist. But I’ve never found them creepy or frightening or dreary or morbid. The opposite: They’re like libraries of lives, the headstones compressed autobiographies, condensed as for Twitter.
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