Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
(Macbeth Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17–28)
Ken I am so sorry to hear that Jenifer died. Ironic though. So many years ago, she was struggling with thinking she was going to lose you. Now you are a miracle, still alive....Best of luck in the future.... Sally
ReplyDeleteKen, Please accept my deepest sympathy on the loss of your beloved Jennier. Jean
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