Somebody died. It feels like he was just in my office. I tried to help him many times, in many ways. I never shared my faith with him. I feel really, really sad about all this. I'm replaying conversations- seeing "openings" that I didn't see before. Wondering what I missed, what I might have said to help.
There is no tomorrow. You know?
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If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream...
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