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[Tiassa]

Ah, I'm just an old, dumb cowboy who somehow picked up two guitars and fourteen harmonicas along the way. (Hurshel Call, 8/14/1916 - 8/20/2001)

Amazingly, this is the last coherent sentence spoken to me by my grandfather.

Three wives, three children, and the American Dream itself unfolding in the hands of a man I barely knew. Robert McCammon once wrote, When a man dies, a library burns.

'Twas a good run, sir, and you never were a dumb cowboy.

thanx,
Tiassa

 

[Bowser]

Tiassa! You live! I thought you had died or something.

 

[wet1]

I am sorry to hear of your loss, tiassa. I guess it's real understandable that posts went lacking but we missed you just the same. Almost everyone goes through this but it doesn't get any easier. To loose a loved one takes something out of you and it never truely comes back. At the same time he is never really gone because he is with you any time you think of him.

Best regards.

 

[Bowser]

I agree with wet1. Good one...I have a poem on disk somewhere around here... Yep, here it is...


<i>Long Life (Villanelle)

Goodbye, father, my bright quiet shadow.
Pass'd to silent absence, lost to the night,
Walk now here in my heart your cherish'd soul.

Those memories of that great man I know,
Now lives only your essence and past time.
Goodbye, father, my bright quiet shadow.

I shall miss those wise words of grand old.
I shall miss those shar'd moments of life.
Walk now here in my heart your cherish'd soul.

My first and last respect that always grows,
After death, shines here you and your smart light.
Goodbye, father, my bright quiet shadow.

Still rising is good seed which you have sown.
Nothing is forgotten or cast aside.
Walk now here in my heart your cherish'd soul.

Your wise heart shall live long in this abode
Within this mind you are strong and never died
Goodbye, father, my bright quiet shadow.
Walk now here in my heart your cherish'd soul.

--Bowser Wowser</i>

I spent a week standing over a deathbed. Just don't forget to eat.