Thank you for your enormous outpour of love, comfort and support regarding the death of my mother, in particular, and my father-in-law, Isaac, who passed a month after my mom, Miss Mary. They were exactly 10 years apart in age. Fortunately, he passed at 96 with Alzheimer’s. It was time to end the torment and suffering.
I have cried enough. I have mourned. Soon it will be my birthday on Labor Day and my mother passed 3 days later. We had a grand time together the day before her passing. We sang spirituals, quoted scripture, talked, ate dinner together, watched some TV, giggled. I put her to bed, and the next day instead of lunch. . . Her spirt is with God. I sat holding her hand for hours. I was happy and jubilant on the day of her burial, What a glorious day! No more tears, suffering, or pain.
And to those who loss parents, friends, relatives, love ones, acquaintances or a neighbor. Even with some of our losses and gains with MS. My heart is with you. I empathize greatly. May you have comfort & peace. With life, and with MS, … One must not have a spirit of fear. Stay strong.
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late