And it is in the very sadness of things that we write essays about the greatness of public figures, but fail to spell out the heroism and spirit of our families and friends, We Just Do Not Tell Them.
How many parents whom we fought with and resented all our childhood and youth know that we now talk about them with pride in front of strangers?
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
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1 comment:
This is so true!
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