From:
Gary S. Gevisser
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Cc: rest;
Subject: RE: personal
My dearest Annie - there are words in Neil's poetry book, picking up the pieces of yourself.
The
power of tear
As
it mauls your cheek
Can
leave a scar so deep
That
misery forms a pool for you to drown in
Read one more time what I have written you recently beginning with the suggestion you let me buy you a dog.
Then look at what I began broadcasting earlier today to this Wanchissen character and you should begin to see, feel, hear and smell your mother’s spirit than you ever experienced when she was here in the “flesh”, our organs beginning to deteriorate from the moment we are born yet still able to leave a lasting impression, “sum” [sic] of us more so than others?
Sum
Things
Are
Built tTOo
Last.
Evolution?
Amazing what we can accomplish in just one lifetime?
There are things that I know that I care not to explain but you must admit I am spelling out certain things much clearer these days including how little there really is left to debate knowing not only what has caused all of our “eating” problems but more important how easily our greed can be fixed within this one lifetime.
There are times when more is less but only once having “worked out” how the puzzle fits “to-get-her” [sic].
Up to each of us to work out our purpose drawing from everything we “know” versus “believe” knowing first of all there is good reason why only us humans know for certain we are mortal from a very early age.
We have as much time as we want to keep ignoring the signs of an extraordinarily SMART G-D whose vengeance is already being felt by the corrupt church as well as academia, the new corrupt church and in the end each of us will not only have only ourselves to blame for failing to stand up and be counted but no one around to share the pain when those standing tall care little for our cries.
Why we bury our loved ones in a box may not be the foremost thing on your mind this minute but in time give thought to the emptiness left behind when we fail to tell our children the truth, that which does not change, beginning with why we think we all have in common our so soft sensitive skins that get thinner as we age, instead choosing first “baby talk” jumping immediately in to “small talk” that in time eats away at our sensitivity, the only thing telling us we are alive?
Love,
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To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: personal
Dear Gary,
My mother passed away on Sunday late afternoon..... we buried her
yesterday. There are words that describe the pain I feel....
Love, Annie
