To the Editor:
“Love, live but one moment to speak to me once,” Mary Todd Lincoln cried over her husband, President Abraham Lincoln, as he lay dying in bed.
On April 15, 1865, while watching a play, President Lincoln was shot from behind. I truly feel bad for Mary. She was hysterical, and I don’t blame her.
Reading this made me think openly to my dear wife, Mary.
“Don’t be hysterical for me.” She replied, “Don’t worry, I will.”
I’d rather lose love in death than in life because death is not really the end. If you lose in divorce, then you feel like you failed.
For Mrs. Lincoln, I would tell her as the minister once told Mr. Lincoln. “Mr. Lincoln is not
really gone. He just went to stay with Willie and the others.”
He did his duty. The country is forever in his debt. You will see him again. God is about the living, not the dead. My wife’s hug is my favorite place on earth.
I say this not to boast, but because it’s one of God’s gifts to us. My prayers go out to Boston, Newtown and all parts of America that been deeply wounded by
For no matter how deep or dark the tragedy, there is still a light that remains. A light that never goes away. My prayer is this: hold onto that light with faith and endurance. May God’s peace in Christ Jesus be with you. The light for our world.
Bob DeLacy Jr.