This morning our beloved "PaPaw" died (C's grandfather). He was the truest gardener since Adam. He was the original "constant gardener". It was his passion and joy to nurture and bring things to life. His smile and laugh I will never forget. He has been searching for Eden for many years. My guess is he woke up there this morning and is apreciating things that few others would... and is probably already making a few improvements for those of us who will come after him.

Perhaps passing through the gates of death is like passing quietly through the gate in a pasture fence. On the other side, you keep walking, without the need to look back. No shock, no drama, just the lifting of a plank or two in a simple wooden gate in a clearing.
- A Soldier of the Great War - Mark Helprin