words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Tomorrow I am flying home to say goodbye to my father, who passed away suddenly and unexpectedly this morning. He was 47 years old.
Oh my God. I'm so incredibly sorry to hear this. I know part of what you all have been through in these past years, and I can only hope he's finally found peace. I'm sending lots of hugs your way. If you ever need to vent, please drop me an e-mail.
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Oh my God. I'm so incredibly sorry to hear this. I know part of what you all have been through in these past years, and I can only hope he's finally found peace. I'm sending lots of hugs your way. If you ever need to vent, please drop me an e-mail.
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