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02-18-2002 10:49 PM ET (US)
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| joanne
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02-18-2002 11:14 PM ET (US)
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god, stavros... i think i feel far worse right now than you do.
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| stavrosthewonderchicken
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02-18-2002 11:19 PM ET (US)
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Edited by author 02-18-2002 11:20 PM
No, Joanne, I don't feel bad at all. All that stuff that I rambled about is long long gone, and I wouldn't change any of it, even if I could. It's made me into a much stronger person, and perhaps in many ways a happier one, than I might otherwise be.
Edit : But thanks!
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| Burningbird aka Shelley
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02-18-2002 11:45 PM ET (US)
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Edited by author 02-18-2002 11:46 PM
Thanks for sharing your memories with us Chris, though the memories can -- as you say -- have sharp teeth. We're richer for the experience.
I want to say take care of yourself but you seem cool with your memories.
Still, I'll say it anyway: take care of yourself.
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| ashes
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02-19-2002 02:20 AM ET (US)
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Just a thought... one of the most poignant memories I have of death... the seagull. nuff said
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02-19-2002 04:44 AM ET (US)
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Don't pay the ferryman either, that bastard will cheat you blind.
{Stavros}
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02-19-2002 05:14 AM ET (US)
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Ashes, like the Bearman, is a boyhood friend of mine, and the seagull he's referring to....
When my stepfather died, 7 or 8 years ago (I'm not real good with chronology), we had a funeral for him in the open air, beside the lake. It was one of the rare times during the 90's that I was in Canada. It was a bluesky and fluffy-white cloud day, and the wind was strong. Many of my old friends, even though they didn't know my dad very well (as he was a bit on the shy, reclusive side), turned up, which was heartwarming.
Several people spoke that day about him, myself included, and for long long time, a pure white gull hung, effortlessly floating on the updraft blowing up the grassy bank beside to the lakeshore, over the right shoulders of the people speaking, not more than 4 or 5 metres behind them, seemingly watching the assembled mourners.
It meant nothing perhaps, but many people remarked on it later, and its presence spurred...well, thoughts of things larger...in many of us.
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| Linda
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02-19-2002 08:21 AM ET (US)
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thanks Stavros wonderchicken
Here's my second day ever of weblogging and you write your death story that's peircing & funny & beautiful.
Is every day like this?
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02-19-2002 10:29 AM ET (US)
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Welcome to blogland, Linda. Yeah, it is. In this neighourhood, at least...
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02-19-2002 06:43 PM ET (US)
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Thank you for sharing. I don't have the words to express.
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| Elaine (kalilily)
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02-19-2002 08:16 PM ET (US)
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Ah, my dear exotic Wonderchicken. You are now on my blogroll. I am finally getting the butterfly effect of blogging. Butterflies, chickens (wonderful ones) and all kinds of denizens linked to my lazy life by fine woven threads. Magic. Pure magic.
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| joanne
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02-20-2002 12:58 AM ET (US)
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hey dak gogi, about my initial reaction...I just couldn't get the vision of the river out of my head. I've fallen into a fast-moving river before and I came close to getting slammed against some evil branches sticking out against the current. (my dad thankfully was able to pull me to shore)
But your story was still beautiful in its own way, and I think I'm richer for it.
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