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RE: Jim (in reply to guitarbuddha)
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im really sorry to about the loss of your father David, i hope you and your family are coping o.k. That sounds like a very emotional experience. You have my deepest condolences man. Dom
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Date May 1 2007 2:31:38
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Ron.M
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RE: Jim (in reply to guitarbuddha)
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David, I'm really sorry to read of your sad news. I've lost both my parents (now I'm 57 and heading in that direction myself!). I know how you feel. It's really painful, now that you can't say anything more... Last year my best friend died suddenly and he was the same age as me. I know that it's more than that, amigo...and that as well as feeling your grief, you still have to find the strength to support others at these times... My condolences to you and your family and thanks for feeling that we are the sort of people you can tell that loss to in such honesty. One of the things that really grabbed me after my mother's death was how if you turned on the TV , there was always this stupid game-show or something and people laughing hilariously at complete rubbish, while I felt completely crap. People just getting on with their current and limited lives... I suddenly realized this was the point of the "Stop the Clocks" poem... 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 for ever: 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 wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good. Life is always about growing up... Whether we really wanted to or not. take care, Ron
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Date May 1 2007 20:18:38
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