Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Remembrance

Today, if my oldest brother were alive, he would have turned 57. We miss him.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance: pray,
love, remember . . .
. . . and there is pansies. That's for thoughts.
(Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5; Shakespeare)

2 comments:

flask said...

i'll have a quiet prayerful moment over here by way of remembrance.

Janette Kok said...

God bless you.