Byron and Kristen

I am so terribly sorry for your loss. There are no words for such an unimaginable loss. You’re in my thoughts,

my prayers and my heart. With Love, Donna

After great pain, a formal feeling comes

By Emily Dickinson:

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –

The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –

The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’

And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’?

The Feet, mechanical, go round –

A Wooden way

Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –

Regardless grown,

A Quartz contentment, like a stone –

This is the Hour of Lead –

Remembered, if outlived,

As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –

First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –