by: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
- HEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought
- I summon up remembrance of things past,
- I sigh the lack of many a thought I sought,
- And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
- Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
- For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
- And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
- And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
- Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
- And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
- The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
- Which I new pay as if not paid before.
- But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
- All losses are restored and sorrows end.
- My friend Connie passed away on Sunday in Porterville, California; she wasn't much older than I am. Too often the plight of those of little resource and unable to speak for themselves is so sad. Try as I might getting through to the hospital and rehab facility was a futile fight, much as it was when Gary's father was hospitalized there years ago.
- The tree of life in the first photo was made by Connie; the tree is about 15 inches across and was made to hang on the wall. The bluebird was also made by Connie. Connie and I met at the local college where we used take clay classes together in California. Connie is at peace in clay heaven now.