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At a writer’s retreat, I met a lovely English woman (who now lives in Texas), and her “mum” recently passed away. They held a funeral service for her mother that happened to be the 4th anniversary of my own mother’s passing.

All that to say, this lovely English lady (and newly acquired writer friend) emailed me the poem that was read at her mother’s funeral. It contains beautiful words.

I thought many of you would appreciate it, if you have lost someone you love.

Happy August,


Let Us Be Contented, By Winston Churchill

Let us be contented with what has happened and be thankful for all that we have been spared.

Let us accept the natural order of things in which we move.

Let us reconcile ourselves to the mysterious rhythm of our destinies, such as they must be in this world of space and time.

Let us treasure our joys but not bewail our sorrows.

The glory of light cannot exist without its shadows.

Life is a whole, and good and ill must be accepted together.

The journey has been enjoyable and well worth making—–once.

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