Beautiful Moments
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
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Going to sound odd this one
But my mother died when I was 16. Not a clean death either - cancer and operations; morphine-induced hallucinations and steadily watching one of my parents gradually eroded from within.
A steadily increasing morphine dose was keeping the pain away and my father and I understood she didn't have long to go. We stayed up to see it through.
My father fell asleep after promising me we'd take it in shifts. I saw her stop breathing at about twenty to four in the morning, and waited for several minutes before waking him.
The whole sorry conclusion of getting funeral directors to remove her and deal with the paperwork over, I walked out of the house at about 7am.
There was the most majestic sunrise I have ever seen that morning, utterly massive peaks of pinks and oranges. Dismiss it as coincidence, but I have never seen anything quite as spectacular as this one sunrise.
The memory of that sunrise has been with me over half my life.
(Edit) For a couple of more upbeat ones, there was being out of my mind on LSD during a thunderstorm, and also hearing Orbital play The Box live in Dublin in 2000.
( , Sat 12 Mar 2005, 21:16, Reply)
But my mother died when I was 16. Not a clean death either - cancer and operations; morphine-induced hallucinations and steadily watching one of my parents gradually eroded from within.
A steadily increasing morphine dose was keeping the pain away and my father and I understood she didn't have long to go. We stayed up to see it through.
My father fell asleep after promising me we'd take it in shifts. I saw her stop breathing at about twenty to four in the morning, and waited for several minutes before waking him.
The whole sorry conclusion of getting funeral directors to remove her and deal with the paperwork over, I walked out of the house at about 7am.
There was the most majestic sunrise I have ever seen that morning, utterly massive peaks of pinks and oranges. Dismiss it as coincidence, but I have never seen anything quite as spectacular as this one sunrise.
The memory of that sunrise has been with me over half my life.
(Edit) For a couple of more upbeat ones, there was being out of my mind on LSD during a thunderstorm, and also hearing Orbital play The Box live in Dublin in 2000.
( , Sat 12 Mar 2005, 21:16, Reply)
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