[gaspar]

If you have an ounce of pity please read Shakespeare's Sonnet #30 and then whisper a prayer for one who left us far far too early.

[HatSteel]

I do have an ounce of pity. However, this is what the article that Linda Bowles wrote says: the ill-begotten idea that God wants us to forego distinctions between right and wrong and good and evil. It is a wretchedly wrong concept that is undermining our society.

In the tradition of her own article posted above, would to God she had reminded herself that taking your own life is wrong and not right; evil and not good.

This is a proper tribute to the woman.

[cgk]

William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Oxford Shakespeare: Poems.  1914.

Sonnet XXX.

“When to the sessions of sweet silent thought”

WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear times’ waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus’d to flow,	5
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish’d sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er	10
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.

:)