By The Bedside, Weeping Comments

I admit I saw the other comments and was afraid to read this. But then I recognized, was my own scene too; the one I sat through, hour after hour each day; scarcely leaving the scene. Even now it is a raw wound, only badly scabbed over; and I don't dare speak of it often, for I don't trust myself, still. But your words have given such grace to a most forlorn moment of life, and such a glow of sweetness and well worn emotions and respect, that I can read it and will read it again, without a tear; for it is simply full of love.

i don't know how anyone can read this without crying....!

I wish I were there with you. and you ask if you are still beautiful a master and this lady wished you were her son of course who wouldn't strong, eyes full, a wish come true to so many will never know you but are touched still the same