Poem: "Parting," by Emily Dickinson.
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If immortality unveil
A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
Man this seems fitting right now.
From the Writer's Almanac by Garrison Keillor