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		<title>By: Kirsten</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kirsten</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 23:56:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, John. I don&#039;t really consider it a burden, though. More the mystery at the heart of things.</description>
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		<title>By: John Earle</title>
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		<dc:creator>John Earle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2009 23:38:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>** Introspection warning **

K,

As someone in his 60s, I have progressed through stages in which death was an unthinkable, fearsome unknown thing; through the Christian hope for resurrection and everlasting life as my “hold fast to” stabilizer; through other phases somewhat difficult to describe in any semblance of brevity; to my present acceptance of death however and whenever it comes.  No, I’m not looking forward to death; not at all.

But life has been good and full.  Sure, there have been (many) mistakes and times I’d love to be able to replay and get right (a la “Groundhog Day”), and I’ve tried to mend as many of those “old mistakes” you mention as I can.  As for the others . . . well, there are some (many) things we just can’t control.

I’ve now progressed to the point that death is not the horrible, fearsome thing it once was.  I’ve accepted its inevitability.  I doubt there’ll be much of a legacy or memory of my life after one generation, or maybe two.  But that’s OK.  I don’t dream of plane crashes and inability to save a loved one; rather I now tend to dream about successfully saving the loved one but dying in the attempt.  Interesting, no?

So somehow I’ve gotten past the awfulness of “this death thing.”  I hope you do as well, and soon.  It’s a burden best left behind. 

John</description>
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<p>K,</p>
<p>As someone in his 60s, I have progressed through stages in which death was an unthinkable, fearsome unknown thing; through the Christian hope for resurrection and everlasting life as my “hold fast to” stabilizer; through other phases somewhat difficult to describe in any semblance of brevity; to my present acceptance of death however and whenever it comes.  No, I’m not looking forward to death; not at all.</p>
<p>But life has been good and full.  Sure, there have been (many) mistakes and times I’d love to be able to replay and get right (a la “Groundhog Day”), and I’ve tried to mend as many of those “old mistakes” you mention as I can.  As for the others . . . well, there are some (many) things we just can’t control.</p>
<p>I’ve now progressed to the point that death is not the horrible, fearsome thing it once was.  I’ve accepted its inevitability.  I doubt there’ll be much of a legacy or memory of my life after one generation, or maybe two.  But that’s OK.  I don’t dream of plane crashes and inability to save a loved one; rather I now tend to dream about successfully saving the loved one but dying in the attempt.  Interesting, no?</p>
<p>So somehow I’ve gotten past the awfulness of “this death thing.”  I hope you do as well, and soon.  It’s a burden best left behind. </p>
<p>John</p>
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