A tragic day for a dear family friend. A reminder to love fiercely and tenderly, as each day is an unpromised gift.
Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam
by Ernest Dowson
|The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of
enduring long. – Horace |
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.