Monday, January 24, 2011

Slipping into the Ether

Good-bye, Jack. If there were to be a heaven, would that it were full of books and nothing but time to read.

Farewell to Thee! But not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of Thee;
Within my heart they still shall dwell
And they shall cheer and comfort me.

Life seems more sweet that Thou didst live
And men more true Thou wert one;
Nothing is lost that Thou didst give,
Nothing destroyed that Thou hast done.

Anne Brontë


Todd Mason said...

With absolutely no pun intended, that's too damned young, 64. A gracious fellow, in my slight interaction with him.

C. Margery Kempe said...

Much much too young. Jack was indeed gracious and always a gentleman in all ways. This is how we live on, by the good we do.