"We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead."
Author Profession: Poet
Born: December 31, 1830
Died: January 5, 1867
This is a comforting quote for today's anniversary. One that I cannot forget, one that can never be allowed to grow over and be forgotten. Our hearts still burn with pain and wishing for a different outcome. Hear our love and prayers, Lorie - my sister by marriage.