and death shall have no dominion

Dealing with death is difficult ,the painful,literal fear, the wooden tongued,throat-rasping fear that seems to never leave. Here at home, there have been several deaths, and one, though long expected,still lingers by the barest of gossamer threads. Death is like God in this way: we attempt, poorly, to put into words something that, though elemental, we cannot possibly comprehend.We hope, many of us, that there is something that exists beyond this[and I fervently believe this to be}. The words of Aeschylus in Agamemnon come to me
" all those who learn must suffer/and even in our sleep pain that cannot rest/falls drop by drop upon the heart/until/ in our own despair/against our will/comes to us wisdom/by the Awful Grace of God."