Tuesday, November 06, 2007
If things play out the way I wish they wouldn't, this blog will go quiet. The silence will tell volumes.Not nearly so much as a life well lived, as Mitch tells it.
There's a poem I heard once that starts, "Do not stand at my grave and weep/I am not there, I do not sleep." Don't know who wrote it (Google takes me to places that say author unknown) but from the few times I met Wog I think that would have described his feelings about the event of death.