tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907071700721966011.post46354311489200351..comments2024-02-29T02:16:45.679-08:00Comments on Gladly Lerne, Gladly Teche: In the Midst of Life...John V. Fleminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136533410768061217noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907071700721966011.post-53628542167554914532013-01-14T07:31:16.511-08:002013-01-14T07:31:16.511-08:00Would it be wrong of me to find my excitement at b...Would it be wrong of me to find my excitement at being described as the Christmas chef who cooked "the perfect turkey" in a recent post were to be slightly diminished by your claim to yourself have cooked "the perfect Thanksgiving turkey" in this one? Or may I assume that the perfection of a bird so described in December supersedes that of one written about in November?They say it's a cold worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09059089212388940864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907071700721966011.post-26879021018064469432012-12-03T13:53:18.844-08:002012-12-03T13:53:18.844-08:00I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend, but ...I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend, but happy for you that you got in one last visit. <br /><br />I like to think about the opposing view -- "In the midst of death, we are in life". I lost my beloved father on June 12 of this year, and then on July 4 my grand-niece, who would have been his first great grandchild, was born. But it's true, the death of a significant loved one does color life and remind us of the temporary nature of this world. Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09650480849742306984noreply@blogger.com