Today we laid my mother to rest.
Back in 2006, soon after my father passed away, I picked up his Bible and found he'd marked Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. I've considered these lines often since then, line by line, wondering at the pairings of contrasting ideas, the yin and yang...on the one hand, but on the other hand...
A time to mourn, and a time to dance...grief will fade, and joy will return. Give every thing...time.
Quote du Jour
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that
which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to
embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
~ Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
King James Bible
A link to my mother's obituary
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| Sunrise: December 18, 1923 Sunset: January 9, 2014 |
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