Here is something I copied on Easter Monday, April 24, 2000. It was written in the Toronto Star by Rev. Deborah Vaughan.

Every time we let something go something new and wonderful can fill our empty, waiting hands. Life is full of little deaths, denials, griefs. Every beginning marks the end of what has gone before. This is the cycle of life…no beginnings without ends, no ends without new beginnings following after. “Rejoice, all is not lost. Something better, something you cannot imagine is coming to you.” (Angels at the Tomb).

For what it’s worth, looking back on my life, this makes complete sense to me because in hindsight it has been my many experiences. I am in the process of awaiting another new beginning.