A Time to Mourn

My sister-in-law, my wife's sister, has finally passed on after a long battle with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, ALS, or Lou Gehrig's Disease. She has been bed-ridden for two years, and she is now free of her shell of a body. I will be unavailable and not blogging while my family is mourning our loss. I know many of you have already expressed your sympathies. We appreciate it, and thank you.

From the Book of Ecclisiastes, and the Byrds:

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.