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Pastimes : Pray for Edwarda. -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: LTK007 who wrote (1184)	6/24/2000 2:40:00 PM
From: George S. Montgomery	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1576

Hey! W. Maxfield! I intend to send you a babbling post later today. (You'll be sorry you wrote.) Right now, though, you be on the right track. Don't fuss with mother nature. "Pray" for peace and release, yeah. I do not feel this thread's purpose is to "mourn" Edwarda. Rather to memorialize or, better, to celebrate Edwarda. I don't believe anyone will mind Janie coming along for the ride. Raise high!...or something like that. Till later, George S.

To: LTK007 who wrote (1184)	6/25/2000 12:49:00 AM
From: LTK007	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 1576

my sister Jane passed on over to those demensions the material world can neither see nor touch at 12:05 EDST 6/25-thanks to those who PMed me.peace.

To: LTK007 who wrote (1184)	6/25/2000 11:53:00 PM
From: George S. Montgomery	Respond to of 1576

PaxMax, death is overrated. By my first mother-in-law - who, at a social gathering, slouched in an armchair-with-ottoman; her Manhattan perilous in hand; her voice loud and wailing: I Don't Want To Die! I Don't Want To Die!..she repeated, silencing the room. She was in her fifties, with nothing threatening her. It seems the thought had passed into her mind, got stuck, and produced the humiliating response. By my second mother-in-law - who, in her early nineties, in Critical Condition in the Hospital, did not pay attention to her daughter's pleading, praying, "Let go, Mom. Let go." She pulled through - and spent more than two years being fed in a bed with no mental contact with the world around her. Not by me - who awoke in the early 50s, in a hospital bed with slings and tubes and elevations and all connected to me, supporting me. A satiric internal grin was my first response, "How many millions of people would now be saying Praise The Lord! And I find it sort of humorous. Being here rather than not being here. Tra-dee-dah." Not by you, Max - realizing that life was no more a pleasant path for your beloved sister. And she found release. Death was benevolent. Not by the masses involved with Monica's dying. They insure that she lives on. Her spirit lives on. She has enchanted so many. So very very many. By having passed through this place.