Death, The Valuable Gift

“Life was not a valuable gift, but death was. Life was a fever-dream made up of joys embittered by sorrows, pleasure poisoned by pain; a dream that was a nightmare-confusion of spasmodic and fleeting delights, ecstasies, exultations, happinesses, interspersed with long-drawn miseries, griefs, perils, horrors, disappointments, defeats, humiliations, and despairs — the heaviest curse devisable by divine ingenuity; but death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.” – Mark Twain, Letters from the Earth


3 thoughts on “Death, The Valuable Gift

  1. As a parent this image stabs me in the heart. I am a stranger , I followed your journey for slightly more then a week. I never thought that I would be so profoundly moved by your story. I wish I knew words I could say to make you feel better, but I am not smart enough and I don’t want to push my religion on you. You are an amazing parents, Katherine was the brave and you are the strong. Thank you for sharing, at times what you showed us was raw and graphic but it was also beautiful and touching. I will never look the same at sunrise, sunsets, rainbows and bubbles. The love you had for Katherine is eternal and she knew and knows it. Your brave girls did not shine for long but the light she had in her was brighter than most of us will give off in a lifetime. I hope that time will heal your wound. I know that “sorry” and “prayers” will not bring your precious angel back but please accept my condolences.

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