Ed, there are no words that I can offer that haven't already been made that could sufficiently help relief the pain you must be experiencing at this time. I do however offer you this poem in hopes that it provides a small flicker of light to the darkness of the moment.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gental autumn rain
When you wake in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
~ Author Unknown ~
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ARE VILLAGERS OLD OR ARE THEY RECYCLED TEENAGERS
At my age rolling out of bed in the morning is easy.
Getting up off the floor is another story.
"SMILE... TOMORROW MAY BE EVEN WORSE!"