^ And then she just died, god rest her soul. She was 84.
^ And then she just died, god rest her soul. She was 84.
Sad...........
Originally Posted by DrAndy
Just a reflection of the real world.Originally Posted by stroller
Its been 6 years since my ex-husband died and four years, just this last sunday, since my Dad died.
I called my mum and sister and we had a little cry.
I think about both of them every day. With love and good memories of my dad,
Death of a loved one or a good friend never leaves you, memories stay in the back of your mind forever. Good, bad, sad.
I had 3 friends who died last year, all under 40. I think of death as a nice dream that you go into and then you come back.
Last edited by patsycat; 24-10-2007 at 01:19 PM.
Heres mine.
Listener, If you have a minute or ten
I'll tell you the tale of Peter Pan;
The story is old
But it should be told,
For this tale is as true as you or me:
One night while Peter was out for a stroll,
And it was ere since the mid-hour's toll,
He crossed a young dame
And made it his aim
To get into her pants and skillfully lay her.
This girl, she was such a mysterious thing,
So beautiful and yet still with no ring.
For many a night
They'd meet at a site
Where always she mused at the roses he'd bring.
In daylight his lady had never been seen,
And many who heard of her thought it extreme,
When questions applied
She never replied,
And some said, "Her posture looked just too serene".
Peter ignored all the warnings he heard
For he thought all of them far too absurd,
That "She was a spectre;
No mirr'r could detect her",
Such visions, young Peter deterred.
But listener, you must know what happened therein:
That peter pan soon took quite a spin
When his love's blinded eye
Did fin'ly espie
This dreaded horror he found himself in.
Now Peter took this woman to wed
But on taking his beloved bride to his bed
He let out a scream,
For strange it may seem,
He saw, all along, his bride had been dead!
When I go, I would prefer people to remember me with a smile, or not at all.
That's not the point of his quote. It means to stop wasting valuable time in pointless naval-gazing at the unknowable and get on with life.
Death after all, is not some bloke with a scyth standing by your shoulder, it's just an absence of life.
If you prefer to anthropormorphisize death, you're welcome.
Phuket - Veni Vidi Veni
It was not my intention to anthropormorphisize, I believe it was a metaphor referring to a force intimate to and beyond the control of every living thing.
And this is the point of disagreement I have with Epicurus, that he is unwilling or unable to recognise how death is intimately intertwined with life, for instance our bodies are constantly under a process of entropy, our cells are dying, organs are getting older, we are all basically dying in slow motion.
At a cellular level. Otherwise, life and death (meaningful ones, like our own), don't touch.
No squabbling over death now. You'll each get your turn.
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