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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
I swear to you, she never slept a wink for three nights and four days. How do you do that at ninety two? Incessantly talking to strangers and family alike. Lost, she was, in a netherworld: a transitionary wating room? In her more lucid moments she introduced me to the invisible guests of her mind. Described, in photo detail, the young man sitting next to me. 'About twenty five, dark hair and a smile.' As though we were having tea together. Her last visitor, I knew well: 'I'm tired, Wullie, I'm so very, very tired' Wullie, was my father. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Sad, and sadly we are all susceptible to this malady in our lives. I hope I never go there. If they give you ruled paper write sideways. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Redstart This heart breaking ~ I can picture this scene well as I have seen it happen. Well written. Jo |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
You painted the picture well. How special she must have been to have so many come to wait to greet her when she passed. What a special thing to witness. Lori  |
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