Gentle Friends, on Monday, a neighbor in our building that we've lived by for the past 13 years passed away. He was a good guy, kinda quirky, he was single and lived by himself. His family/friends have already cleared out his townhouse...
Whenever confronted with death I have often turned to the poetry of
Emily Dickinson... one of my favorites is...
The Bustle in the House
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, -
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Good Thoughts, Good Words, Good Deeds!