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My Thanks and best Wishes to everyone
Please foregive me if I get hold of the wrong end of the stick sometimes, I am notorious also for putting my foot in it! Saying or writing something in all and with good intensions, that can easily be taken wrongly .
Not that long a go, maybe only a couple of weeks before I joined the fun here on Blogit , I was paying my respects at the cremation service of somebody I had known for many years. We, us mourning his loss, were sweating buckets afterwards , we being all suited and booted, the sun blazing down on us, I being one of a small group of nicotine addicts, made my way, out of the way, if you get my drift? So I could spark-up a cig.
Smoking now being banned, even at a place of cremation would you believe! Puffing my cig behind a tree, I came face on with the mother of the departed , who smokes like a trooper, and is very quick of wit for her years, eighty two of them .
After offering her a light, we both stood smoking and staring into thin air. I am thinking say something Mick, for crying out loud, so I blurt out with all good intensions.
''Deryck would of hated today he couldn't get on with the heat, could he Mrs. Sapsford.'' . . . She looked me in the eye, then burst out laughing, saying.
'' If anybody else made that comment at my sons cremation service, I would have stubbed this cigarette out in the middle of their good eye.' She then trotted off grinning, It took slow me,a further two minutes too figure out what I had said. Shamed face I appeared from behind the tree. Thank you all again ! Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on November 10, 2006 at 10:22 AM
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Oh my, Lionladroar. What a tale that is. And yet, such happens much too often. Most just don't get poems written about them. No one ever wrote a poem about when Newt White carved up Roscoe Purl up on Water Tower Hill over the three dollars he borrowed and refused to pay back. Left him lying under the ladder he had tried to climb to get away. He wrote the name of his attacker with his bloody finger in the dirt before he died. He should have had a poem.
posted by
TAPS.
on November 10, 2006 at 4:35 AM
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A danse macabre in this one, Mike. Good stuff.
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on November 10, 2006 at 1:45 AM
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I admire [people who love to think with their heart and eyes
and philosophize, with a smile or a tear...Ha ha...I am too tired to make an indepth comment. I will come back for another read tomorrow when my brain is rested.
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 9, 2006 at 10:12 PM
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Celebrate those who just ARE;let them BE for BEing sake.Butterflies & buds
just are...not thinking why should I bloom when a few hours is all I have. I value people who do not have to think and philosophize all the time: they are like the undiscovered wild flowers.
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on November 9, 2006 at 6:55 PM
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Comedy drama with a twist. Powerful, Mike - enjoyed it.
Good social comment, too.
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 9, 2006 at 4:36 PM
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Hmmmmm
posted by
star4sky5
on November 9, 2006 at 1:41 PM
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Wow
That's quite the story! Even the rich - or the seemingly rich - are not safe from potential horrors. Powerful.
posted by
Troosha
on November 9, 2006 at 12:26 PM
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O MY FRIEND WHERE ARE YOU IT IS SO SAD IN THE BOTTOM OF THE UNCOMFORT OR IT IS THE OTHER SIDE FULL WITH NONE OF THE BEAUTY OF LIFE YOU MUST HAVE HARD TIME FROM LIFE TO CAN SEE THAT DARK SIDE OF THE LIFE,,,,,,,, THE COLDNESS AND THE SELFISHNESS OF HUMANBEING IS VERY CLEAR IN YOUR POEM I WISH TO CAN GIVE YOU THE SMILE TO DAY AND TOMORROW,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,najwa
posted by
NAJWA
on November 9, 2006 at 12:17 PM
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