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Dr. Logan Randolph
Florida
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"I'm
sure going to miss Elsie. I managed not to
break down and cry much - until today when I saw
her picture on the announcement and it suddenly
became so much more real. Growing up in a
big family is quite an experience. No other
kid in my neighborhood had as many cousins, aunts
and uncles as me. But as we all get older,
that family starts to shrink, and each passing
hurts. That's when we have to remind
outselves that if love wasn't important, losing
someone to death wouldn't hurt. But it is
important, and it does hurt.
The following is part of a poem I wrote soon
after Dad died, three years to the day before
Elsie passed. It reminds me how much more I
should and could go out of the way to tell people
I love them. I think every one of us can
find the truth of these words in our own lives.
Sometimes
Sometimes someday is today, when you want
someday to be some tomorrow. Sometimes hearts
filled with love leave, leaving behind hearts
filled with sorrow. Sometimes you wish you had
shown love even more, when some of the love you
had, you hid. Sometimes “What if?” becomes
“Wish I had” when you really wish it was
“Glad I did.” Sometimes the memory of a smile
or laugh lifts your heart yet still makes you cry.
Sometimes you ask yourself “Why now?” Why
this?” or maybe sometimes just “Why?”
Sometimes you may get to forget that life has
changed, as you lay asleep and dream. Sometimes
you wonder to yourself, would they lock me away if
I just started to scream? Sometimes it seems
like some nightmare that goes on during an endless
night. Sometimes you know that somehow, someday,
you’re probably going to be alright. Logan"
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