DTH Dying not only kills our bodies, it kills our future. I look at my grandchildren now in all their vivid promise, knowing I will miss seeing where their lives take them. And a quiet sorrow touches me. It doesn’t overwhelm me, but as I gaze at them with pride and wondering affection I hear a distant bell toll. And I know it tolls for me

Dying not only kills our
bodies, it kills our future. I look at my grandchildren now in all their vivid promise, knowing I will miss
seeing where their lives take them. And a quiet sorrow touches me. It doesn’t overwhelm me, but as I gaze
at them with pride and wondering affection I hear a distant bell toll. And I know it tolls for me