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On Dec 2, 2025, at 11:29 AM, Skip Gundlach <skipgu...@gmail.com> wrote:
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On Dec 2, 2025, at 9:27 AM, 'richard king' via Penfield High School Class of 1963 <ph...@googlegroups.com> wrote:
Judy was such a nice person. I remember her well. RIP Judy!
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Where has all the time gone since we were kids? These losses are happening to us more and more. It’s a bit like stepping off on a dark stairway, and after a frantic eternity, landing. That feeling of an indescribable, protracted, unending drop seems the very essence of an abyss.
I recommend Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poem; as masterful a recitation of the emptiness of loss as you can find.
Dirge Without Music
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Quietly they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Chuck Tulloh
--When you axe low paying jobs, the average rises without anyone getting richer. (Mick Herron)
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