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to human frailties. I cannot express adequately the depth of my feelings and spiritual belief, as I have no facility with words. I have had my share of grief and joy. I hope I am a stronger, more understanding and more magnanimous person as a result. I am fortunate in having had parents who continue to be a sustaining model for me, a husband who gives me love and companionship, two daughters, a son-in-law and two grandchildren who shower me with affection; for my sisters and their children who make my life richer by their unstinting gift of love; and for many relatives and friends whose generosity and fellowship often overwhelm me. Surely my cup runneth over! If I have hurt or offended anyone, it is because I am so human. In the end, I thank God, from whom all blessings flow, and hope that I will leave this world with dignity and without fear, with the prayer that Tennyson wrote in "Crossing the Bar".
"Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning at the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourns of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar."
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to human frailities. I cannot express adequately the depth of my feelings and spiritual belief, as I have no facility with words. I have had my share of grief and joy. I hope I am a stronger, more understanding and more magnanimous person as a result. I am fortunate in having had parents who continue to be a sustaining model for me, a husband who gives me love and companionship, for two daughters, a son-in-law and two grandchildren who shower me with affection; for my sisters and their children who make my life richer by their unstinting gift of love; and for many relatives and friends whose generosity and fellowship often overwhelm me. Surely my cup runneth over! If I have hurt or offended anyone, it is because I am so human. In the end, I thank God, from whom all blessings flow, and hope that I will leave this world with dignity and without fear, with the prayer that Tennyson wrote in "Crossing the Bar".
"Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning at the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourns of Time and Place The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar."
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