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17,000 writes: Everything bad happens in the dark. Tell us your stories of noises and bumps in the night, power cuts, blindfolds and cinema fumbling.
( , Thu 23 Jul 2009, 15:49)
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Everyone who could be there looked at his handsome face for the last time and left in tears. He was so young.
I stayed a long time, ruffling his hair and tellng him that I loved him and was not angry with him. His hair was the longest I'd ever seen it - he was growing it, it seems, for the first time.
After a while, I realised that I was still there because I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave him alone there without anyone he loved to hold his hand or whisper that it was all right, I'm here and you're safe.
This was a problem which I needed to solve. So I called Rob the funeral director in and explained, and he understood.
Dylan was never afraid of the dark as a child - well, a little, but he was very brave - so I kissed and hugged him for a last time, then stood by the door and said, goodnight Dyl, I'll see you in the morning, and Rob put out the lights, one by one, just on cue. I couldn't see Dylan any more then and quietly closed the door and tiptoed away, just as when he was a little boy.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 9:14, 16 replies)
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in the morning. The first post I read makes me feel like crying. My heart genuinely goes out to you.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 9:24, closed)
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Thank you for sharing that Juan.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 9:29, closed)
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Not something you expect to read first thing of a Saturday with a hangover.
I suppose some might say it's the last thing you need- however, on further reflection (yes, this is an edit, what ya gonna do?) a bit of abject humanity first thing in the morning does put things into perspective.
It reminds me of this poem:
Mid-term break.
Such a sad poem.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 9:58, closed)
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..."I like this" is just plain wrong
*clicks anyway*
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 11:02, closed)
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This was part of the little journal I kept in the weeks after his death. Writing things down sometimes helps.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 13:03, closed)
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I hope it's cathartic for you to know you will always have an ear/shoulder.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 13:17, closed)
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I'm a grown man and if i cry at work i blame you
(only joking i wouldn't really)
( , Tue 28 Jul 2009, 15:26, closed)
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when you're having a crap day, something happens to throw your life into sharp perspective. That's happened today to me. Thank you for feeling you can share this with us.
( , Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:01, closed)
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Such kindness from strangers, I'm really touched. Helps a lot.
( , Thu 30 Jul 2009, 9:04, closed)
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