From the Grave

Amidst the gravestones of the cemetery in which I will one day rest, there is a towering tombstone belonging to Harriet Beecher Stowe. 

She and I would have been next door neighbors, had our time on campus not been separated by 150 years. In time, it appears, we will be neighbors of a different sort. 

Harriet reminds us, even from the beyond, not to be stingy with our words and acts of love. Free them now, she urges us, while we still can...... 

"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone." – Harriet Beecher Stowe