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I just found out you've passed away, rdf. I'm at a loss for words- I'll miss you- and thought of other moments when mortality came crashing through. When Matt in NYC suddenly passed away, then Elco B.

Horace's fond letter comes to mind as if there are always telling moments in our lives when we know it is too late.

Ask not--we cannot know--what end the gods have set for you, for me; nor attempt the Babylonian reckonings Leuconoë. How much better to endure whatever comes, whether Jupiter grants us additional winters or whether this is our last, which now wears out the Tuscan Sea upon the barrier of the cliffs! Be wise, strain the wine; and since life is brief, prune back far-reaching hopes! Even while we speak, envious time has passed: pluck the day, putting as little trust as possible in tomorrow!
by de Gondi (publiobestia aaaatttthotmaildaughtusual) on Wed Jul 15th, 2009 at 04:24:32 PM EST

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