"What though the radiance which was once so bright. Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour. Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower"
Over the past few weeks some dear, dear dogs that I have met during our travels have either been diagnosed with cancer or passed from its singular determination. Wordsworth's poem somehow seems particularly poignant tonite.
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The beauty that comes in the words from which is brought on by sadness is like no other.
I love and admire that you are a man of passion who is determined to make a change, to make a difference and to fight until the end. I love and admire that you truly care. It isn't about making a name for yourself or becoming rich - it is about all those affected by cancer.
When you take the time to allow you heart to feel the pain in which others feel, well my friend, it speaks volumes.
This blog post is heartfelt.
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