[Becky]

Al,

I am deeply sorry for the loss of your beautiful Linda. I am thinking of you and your family constantly. Remember your friends here at Her2. We hope you will be back soon so we can comfort and help you as you have us.

With kindest regards,

Becky



DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

by John Donne (1572-1631)