tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456670233907291804.post897786454045180846..comments2023-12-13T20:36:12.188-05:00Comments on Can you hear the birds sing?: you are worth itCan you hear the birds sing?http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426825328047099300noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456670233907291804.post-24282337869911498352017-04-25T23:13:44.855-04:002017-04-25T23:13:44.855-04:00Thank you, I can't begin to tell you how much ...Thank you, I can't begin to tell you how much I needed to read this when I did. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16234370478362250180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456670233907291804.post-92114275086297736602017-04-23T12:41:53.932-04:002017-04-23T12:41:53.932-04:00Never thought of the death of my loved one as a tr...Never thought of the death of my loved one as a tribute to them n worth my tears Still wishing they could come back But knowing what I believe about death n heaven (like the song goes), I try to live on for them till I may see them again.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12623100804478423183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456670233907291804.post-70363546425259506722017-04-23T08:43:06.403-04:002017-04-23T08:43:06.403-04:00This reminds me a line from Steinbeck's East o...This reminds me a line from Steinbeck's East of Eden:<br /><br />"When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he died unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world."Brettnoreply@blogger.com