The father of the Trollmamma writes like an angel, and describes how I feel to a “T”.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I stand every week at my networking meeting and talk about my skill with words but at this moment as another day starts to break over the sea which I can glimpse from my salon window, I feel inadequate beyond measure. The light of the yahrzeit candle for my mother-in-law, who died forty four years ago today, flickers and I think of all those families for whom tonight will have been a sad and sleepless one as each of them realises that the brave, caring, courageous young men who went out to defend their country will not be returning.
Rage against the unmitigated evil we are facing, an evil that is almost beyond measure, an evil that betrays a vision of inhumanity…
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