Me, too, Dan. I'm being cremated. I will hate to miss all of it and expect those who know me to comment on that. I'm hoping for a dress rehearsal before I die so they can let me know what they'll say in the eulogies. My high school senior English teacher said, "Give me my flowers while I'm living," so maybe we cal all do that for each other.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
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Better get that funeral planned pretty quickly, though!
not mine, i am being charcoaled.
Hmmm, I am thinking my brain would want a nap and check out early.
Me, too, Dan. I'm being cremated. I will hate to miss all of it and expect those who know me to comment on that. I'm hoping for a dress rehearsal before I die so they can let me know what they'll say in the eulogies. My high school senior English teacher said, "Give me my flowers while I'm living," so maybe we cal all do that for each other.
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