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Now and Forever

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

– – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

ADDITION (Thanks to Commentor Tim):

Was Sally Champion a tragic spinster, locked up in her mansion of despair, never to move on from the death of her intended husband? As it turns out: NO.

From her obituary we learn that Sally, devastated by Michael’s death, moved from Canada to London and became the technical director of the Royal Opera House. She spent her later years traveling all over the world, trekking the Himalayas and the Andes, and, while sailing around Antarctica, survived a 98-foot rogue wave that knocked out the ship’s navigation equipment.

She was buried, “as she had always wished, in a grave beside Michael in the church down the road from the house she had always loved so much.”  Cemetery Love & Death Mystery

“My family knew Michael’s family well, we grew up next door to them in Milton, Scotland and they were lovely people. Here’s a photo of (l-r) Sally, Michael, my mother and father and Michael’s mother and father. This was taken shortly before the tragic event. I was 14 in ’77 and remember well when my parents went down to England for a wedding but came back from a funeral. Sally was never married.”

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  • tim February 14, 2018, 11:04 AM

    Found on the ole intertubes, fascinating…answers some obvious questions from people in the know, plus a picture –


  • Ten February 14, 2018, 2:51 PM

    In this age of outrage and madness, that kind of knocks a hole right through you.

  • another guy named Dan February 15, 2018, 11:22 AM

    things can be sad without being tragic, and fare more rarely, be completely tragic without being completely sad.