Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Hello from sunny CA! I am visiting my parents and my brother. On Wed, my dad, son, brother, and I will start our driving vacation. I'll be back to normal life on Aug. 8th.
I'm so glad I took time to stop by, or I would not have been aware of your mother's death. I am so sorry for your loss.
Just look at those babies!
ReplyDeleteHello from sunny CA! I am visiting my parents and my brother.
On Wed, my dad, son, brother, and I will start our driving vacation.
I'll be back to normal life on Aug. 8th.
I'm so glad I took time to stop by, or I would not have been aware of your mother's death. I am so sorry for your loss.