We baptized her here in your presence. She continued to do battle with the most cheerful of dispositions, but she died and we read her name today. Somehow, the interchanging of the big and the little, of the important and the unimportant, of the old and the young, makes us feel like we are all in this together. I hope you understand what that meant. No man stands alone.
Every man is a part of the continent, a piece of the main.
Even if a little clod of dirt is washed away, then Europe is the less the same as if a giant promontory were, the same as if your manner or the manner of your friend. Every man's death diminishes me because I am a part of mankind. A few years back for Christmas, my son Mark gave me an enlarged photograph of my father. It was a photograph that I had never seen of a father that I had never really understood because I didn't know him back then. It was in his youthful days.