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posted by tim caynes » Friday February 08, 2008 » Permalink
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couldn't think of a better title although I've had 3 weeks to come up with something so it seems appropriate that actually someone else should provide the inspiration when I can't quite put my finger on it thanks. my dad died.
everything was carefully crafted in the end and none such a production would have done finer gathered in the woodlands to say goodbye just as was planned as there was a long painful time to plan it doesn't take you slowly. cancer. there was a peculiar grace in which the last breaths of life came from his body and he slept painlessly for the first time in many months and that weight of life lifted from his shoulders just a strange soft shuddering in his veins which I had never seen before shall never see again we just said goodbye. I quietly delivered the last messages I had carried through corridors upon corridors just as the light was fading but barely spoken so that I don't know that I even heard myself speak and then we were gone just as was he.
there's no joke in the last paragraph
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Amen indeed.
May his spirit fly free.
Posted by Peter on February 08, 2008 at 04:21 PM GMT #
He sounds like he lived life well which is as much as anyone can aspire to. My Dad was taken in pretty much the same way - not nice but at least the time allows you to prepare.
Take care.
- Rich
Posted by Rich Sharples on February 08, 2008 at 04:24 PM GMT #
Sorry, Tim. Thinking of you.
Posted by Robin Wilton on February 12, 2008 at 06:13 PM GMT #
Just seen this. Quite a description - a beautiful bit of writing. Sorry - I know it's so hard when they go.
Posted by Sarah on February 19, 2008 at 10:47 PM GMT #