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Monday, July 13, 2009
A Look Back
No, I did not photo shop this bird and its prey, or in this case its road kill into my rear view mirror...life happens, and I had never seen a vulture up close like this before...
Something we always do not want to deal with in life is death.
Sad, but true (no pun intended, well just a little)...
I notice I do not get a lot of comments when the topic is sad, and I wish people would say what they feel and not what is expected towards bereavement...
Today is the day before a landmark day in my life. Nine years ago tomorrow, my daughter passed away from a fourteen year battle with heart disease. Hard for me to believe it has already been nine years!
No, not a pretty thought. Not a pretty picture either.
She was pretty. She was Anelisa Diane Dillion.
We miss and love you more than I can ever express.
Death, however an ugly part of life, well...it is also a celebration of who we have become...
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each 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 manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
These famous words by John Donne were not originally written as a poem - the passage is taken from the 1624 Meditation 17, from Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions and is prose. The words of the original passage are as follows:
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
"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 friend's 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..."