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January 12, 2006
A very smart friend of mine writes:
She and my brother had been diagnosed within a month of each other, and almost exactly one year later, they died separated by that same span of time. Later that month my second daughter was born, and joy with her, but I’ll tell you true, you need not envy the faith of the saints to be grateful for the little you have, for without Christ these cycles of death and birth, these so-called signs of hope, would very quickly become just deadly dreary. I sometimes wonder how the world got by without Him.
To read the rest, follow the link to The New Pantagruel and read Dying by Degrees by Bill Luse.
Posted by MamaT at January 12, 2006 9:05 AM
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Yup. That sounds dead on, based on my experience of the last year.
Posted by: Flambeaux at January 12, 2006 11:37 AM