a poem by my grampa

[moltenboron]

EPITAPH
For ev’ry tile he fixed, he’d write some rhyme
He was a verse-a-tile fellow, in his time

- Sam McCormick (aka Poet Nauseate)

A bungee-jumper’s final song - !
He used a rope, six-feet too long

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[pammies_socks]

How are you Ally?

[moltenboron]

I'm okay right now. not sure how I'll be at the funeral tomorrow. I've never been to a funeral before. but apparently this will be a nice gentle introduction to them, as it'll be a "celebration" of his long life and his good character, rather than a "mourning" of his passing.
the journey up was pretty good... lots of music, watching the rain water splash up from the road under car tyres... typical amazon.co.uk, got an email just now (now that I'm up in scotland) saying they dispatched by order - I ordered those cds for the journey!
I should put this in a proper entry really. in fact, I think I shall. I feel like I have things to say. probably partly because I've been silent for ages in the back of the car.

[pammies_socks]

Well I hope the service does your grandfather justice.