Nila Van Wormer
I seen the stars fall from the sky. I seen all the lights fail away. I seen suns rise on three continents, and I seen sun sets on two. I had lives away from my friends, and others away from my family. I done things I ain't proud of and I had acheivements that I trumpet to the sky. I done the things that I ain't proud of that at the same time were part of who I am. And I saw a thing and heard a thing today at the Cleveland Clinic today that stuns me, shames me. My grandma Nila survived a thing that you and I don't even want to think about.
And God bless her she's better than any one of you or I. And Lord Jesus willing, she'll outlive anyone of us bastards. 'Cause she's not one of us bastards, she's better. So I give my prayers to her and ask yours for her. I saw a thing. And I heard a thing. But it's nothing...nothing to anything. I heard a thing and I saw a thing, and I reckon that you have too. So give your prayers or thoughts or whatever to who you know...to who you love. And I'll give my thoughts and prayers to you and who you love. Know that tragedy is yours and no other man's. And yet it is the way of the universe.
"Look not too long in the face of the fire, O man! Never dream with thy hand on the helm! Turn not thy back to the compass; accept the first hint of the hitching tiller; believe not the artificial fire, when its redness makes all things look ghastly. To-morrow, in the natural sun, the skies will be bright; those who glared like devils in the forking flames, the morn will show in far other, at least gentler, relief; the glorious, golden, glad sun, the only true lamp- all others but liars!"
Grandma Nila lives! And she shall always reign, there is no other. I love her more than anything. Grandma Nila, I love you.
And God bless her she's better than any one of you or I. And Lord Jesus willing, she'll outlive anyone of us bastards. 'Cause she's not one of us bastards, she's better. So I give my prayers to her and ask yours for her. I saw a thing. And I heard a thing. But it's nothing...nothing to anything. I heard a thing and I saw a thing, and I reckon that you have too. So give your prayers or thoughts or whatever to who you know...to who you love. And I'll give my thoughts and prayers to you and who you love. Know that tragedy is yours and no other man's. And yet it is the way of the universe.
"Look not too long in the face of the fire, O man! Never dream with thy hand on the helm! Turn not thy back to the compass; accept the first hint of the hitching tiller; believe not the artificial fire, when its redness makes all things look ghastly. To-morrow, in the natural sun, the skies will be bright; those who glared like devils in the forking flames, the morn will show in far other, at least gentler, relief; the glorious, golden, glad sun, the only true lamp- all others but liars!"
Grandma Nila lives! And she shall always reign, there is no other. I love her more than anything. Grandma Nila, I love you.
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