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10/11/11 - (3)
5:05
Two days ago, a Sunday of celebratory sorrow, Time stopped completely, between 5:04 and 5:06 p.m., Simply ceased, for a timeless minute.
And when it resumed, a vitalness in the world had disappeared: Her breaths, her precious breathing, Her measureless treasure of exhalations and inhalations,
Those blessed respirations that filled her children's souls, With friendliness, generosity, compassion, selflessness So compelling that they inspired us to aspire to be like her.
Now, in our familial solitude, on this Tuesday night, Less than a heart-echo away from tomorrow afternoon's coda, When we'll witness our mother's physical disappearance,
As her vault-sealed walnut casket is delivered unto the earth And silence subsumes her once-indomitable spirit, Her children, grandchildren, and friends will leave the cemetery,
Anticipating the next time time will completely, simply cease: When Charlotte and Saul reunite, Their lives together never again to be sundered by death.
10/11/11 - (3)
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