from The Waste Land
Part I: "The Burial of the Dead"
by T. S. Eliot

"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance . . . "
Hamlet, IV, v
Wise words from my sister Diane, describing a life - changing sadness "that was hard to see, even a deeper or different sadness than losing [your mate] /other half of so many years. Life is hard, we were never told any different. But when those times come it sorta takes the breath away."
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