My Epitaph
By Batsheva 4/3/10
Good mom
Good wife
Good soul
Good friend
But all good things
Come to an end
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this is beautiful but makes me sad!
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ReplyDeleteHey Shivani! Great to hear from you. I'm sorry it makes you sad. There's a story that King Solomon had a ring made inscribed with the words, "This too shall pass," because he wanted something that could both cheer him up when things were going badly, and bring him down to earth when things were going really well. So, while it's true that all good things come to an end, maybe it would help to consider that all bad things do too. And truthfully, I just think of death as the end of this particular incarnation. I like to think I'll be much better in my next life! :-)
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