This is the tombstone of Mark Twain's daughter, who died at age 24. The pathos of Twain's grief is clearly shown through this poetry. I've lost parents, siblings and Joanne, but never a child. Such grief is of a magnitude that I can only hope to escape.
While grief is grief some losses are more profound than others. Only those who have lost a child can honestly speak to that experience. From one so spared I can only say it seems to me it would be the worst.
Again I repeat, we all live in the land of grief. With this truth it seems to behoove us to be gentle with each other. There is no way we can truly know the burdens another carries. Don't be fooled by the brave front of another, assume in their depths they too know the pain of loss.
Happy 4th of July. May our country strive to live by the ideals on which it was founded.
Takk for alt,
Al
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