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A Death In The Family

Yesterday, one of my closest and most beloved family members died. I will write more, in the fullness of time, here, and elsewhere, but not yet.

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Sue Guiney said…
Oh, Todd. I'm so sorry. Please take care. Sue
Janet Vickers said…
So sorry to read of this. Wishing you the comfort and support of other close members to get through.
Unknown said…
Sorry to hear that, Todd...
Brockeim said…
Todd, we have never met.

Still, my sympathies, and more importantly, my prayers. Losing someone close is always hard, and, at Christmas, so much more.

I see from your post http://toddswift.blogspot.com/2008/11/poetry-and-religion.html that you are a man who wonders about the mystery of what may be out beyond. And you note well poetry is the standard of faith.

"One day, the poet who seeks a new religion may find an old faith waiting for him, where his journey began."

I am not among the atheist poets. If you also are not, remember the god who saves you. And, try CS Lewis' processing of his wife's death with his own faith in "A Grief Observed."

To quote poet John Donne, "As he that fears God fears nothing else, so, he that sees God sees everything else."
Mark Granier said…
Sorry to hear that Todd. My condolences.
Lauren B. Davis said…
So sorry, dearest Todd, for you and all your family. What a hard, hard year this has been for so many people. Ron and I send love and prayers your way.
Toluwalope said…
Dear Todd,
Please accept my heartfelt condolences.

Happy New Year!
leah fritz said…
Dear Todd, I'm truly sorry to hear about your loss. I hope 2009 will turn out to be a very happy year for you and Sara.
Craig Saunders said…
I'm very sorry. My thoughts are with you.

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