Glen Hegg

A friend of mine called Glen died recently at the age of 25 from aggressive cancer.  He was an inspiration in his manner of living and dying.  His Blog is a testament to his faith and the hope we share.  I look forward to seeing him again when death comes knocking at my door.  It is hard to think of him gone, but a joy to know that he is somewhere with a new body that works properly.

Donne got this too...

72. "Death be not proud, though some have called thee"

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,	5
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,	10
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

Glen Heggarty, RIP and see you later.