“It’s not the cough that carries you off. It’s the coffin they carry you off in.” I’ve never really understood this, so I’ll present it here without explanation.
Translation (from what I understand) would be: What actually kills you isn’t the final part of your life. It’s the memories and love of those that care for you.
“It’s not the cough that carries you off. It’s the coffin they carry you off in.” I’ve never really understood this, so I’ll present it here without explanation.
Translation (from what I understand) would be: What actually kills you isn’t the final part of your life. It’s the memories and love of those that care for you.
I never thought of that, and it scans. Thanks.