Imagine going into death without having tasted everything in this world. The good, the bad, the indifferent even. And to know, at that final moment, that it was no one but you who deprived yourself, through your own careful caution or careless choice or failure to follow where your curiosity led. Tell me, could there be any more hurtful pang on the other side of death? Even damnation itself?
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Quick thought
So, today I woke up at six AM to spend a day cleaning bathrooms, doing paperwork, and drinking Arnold Palmers. I think I'm officially an adult, if there was any question.
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Douggles we miss your snuggles and send you huggles.
(Sara just passed out.)
Love
Jackie and (sleeping) Sara
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