To everything there is a season,
And a time to every purpose under the heaven.
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck
that which is planted;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and time of peace.
I dedicate this post to two special Ladies who passed this month.
…Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you…
I loved you so – ’twas Heaven here with you.
-Isla Paschal Richardson