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Thursday, February 3, 2011

R.I.P. Jessica

Jessica "Jesse" Allen
September 20,1989 - January 27 ,2011





Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, My East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good.






my sister caroline and Jessica "Jesse" playing around one summer night. Jessica passed too soon. Summers will never be the same, light will never fade. Hug those you love, kiss them more, and tell them often you love them.