My uncle just sent me a PowerPoint of Edith Piaf and it made me remember this song and an old email . . .
Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable. -Sydney J. Harris
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways. -Stephen Vincent Benét
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