1. Standard memberChessPraxis
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    26 Jun '14 00:03
    Originally posted by Sicilian Sausage
    I have atoned for my sins and righted my wrongs. You can now rest, my child.
    May rest is better
  2. Standard memberSeitse
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    26 Jun '14 00:041 edit
    I cry entangled tears
    borrowed from a blistering light;
    'hold me tight' she said
    as her wings were shattered.


    This poem by Darth Vader made me reflect on what we're talking about here.
  3. Standard memberChessPraxis
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    26 Jun '14 00:30
    Originally posted by Seitse
    I cry entangled tears
    borrowed from a blistering light;
    'hold me tight' she said
    as her wings were shattered.


    This poem by Darth Vader made me reflect on what we're talking about here.
    Ashes to ashes
    dust to dust.
    If you don't shoot that gun
    It's gonna rust.
  4. Standard memberSeitse
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    26 Jun '14 00:52
    Originally posted by ChessPraxis
    It's gonna rust.
    If you don't use it, you lose it. You know it.
  5. SubscriberHelder Octavio Borges
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    26 Jun '14 23:301 edit
    Originally posted by Seitse
    I've been brushed by death. Really. Due to personal reasons, I've spent months without end at a hospice ward, seeing people walking the last meters or actually passing, right next to me --I mean, in the next bed, in front of my eyes.

    So, death has turned into a kind of non-subject for me, something which will happen with or without my consent, and a thing ...[text shortened]... t know why. It's kind of confusing.

    Has any of you experienced something like this? Thoughts?
    Oh, yes...

    http://mais.uol.com.br/view/9p4y0ig452qu/policiais-militares-passam-por-reabilitacao-apos-acidentes-040299326CC4898307?types=A

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  6. Standard memberlemon lime
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    27 Jun '14 03:231 edit
    Originally posted by ChessPraxis
    May rest is better
    Mae West was okay too.
  7. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
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    02 Jul '14 12:28
    Originally posted by Seitse
    I've been brushed by death. Really. Due to personal reasons, I've spent months without end at a hospice ward, seeing people walking the last meters or actually passing, right next to me --I mean, in the next bed, in front of my eyes.

    So, death has turned into a kind of non-subject for me, something which will happen with or without my consent, and a thing ...[text shortened]... t know why. It's kind of confusing.

    Has any of you experienced something like this? Thoughts?
    Seitse, I'm so pleased that you're back.
  8. Standard memberSeitse
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    02 Jul '14 12:30
    Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
    Seitse, I'm so pleased that you're back.
    Thanks, friend, your kind words mean a lot to me.
  9. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
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    02 Jul '14 17:09
    Originally posted by Seitse
    Thanks, friend, your kind words mean a lot to me.
    It's mutual, mon frère. "I've spent months without end at a hospice ward, seeing people walking the last meters or actually passing, right next to me --I mean, in the next bed, in front of my eyes." Your original post mirrors my own sixteen month confinement in a medical care/rehab facility following partial paralysis Friday, December 2010; discharge April 2012.
  10. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
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    22 Jul '14 19:07
    Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
    An Assistant Director of Nursing at the Rehab Care Facility (where I was confined for sixteen months) was routinely making her rounds one weekday afternoon. At the Nursing Station #3, while checking patient logs, Larissa who was the picture of health and fitness suddenly began swaying front to back then from side to side; within seconds she crumpled to th ...[text shortened]... roke, having departed this life in her mid-thirties the previous evening with family at her bedside.
    Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
    "An Assistant Director of Nursing at the Rehab Care Facility (where I was confined for sixteen months) was routinely making her rounds one weekday afternoon. At the Nursing Station #3, while checking patient logs, Larissa who was the picture of health and fitness suddenly began swaying front to back then from side to side; within seconds she crumpled to the floor.
    An R.N. Kathy who had just begun her shift immediately took charge of the situation: giving orders to call for an ambulance; checking her vital signs; placing a blanket over Larissa's body; elevating her head with a towel; and administering mouth to mouth resuscitation. Soon the ambulance responders arrived: deftly securing her unconcious body on the gurney and were on their way to the city's hospital emergency room. Following day we learned that Larissa never regained consciousness from a severe stroke, having departed this life in her mid-thirties the previous evening with family at her bedside."

    Seitse, this morning during breakfast while thinking back on this event, I realized her name is Lisa. She was beautiful.
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