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[tahrea]

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

Again for the second time in a couple of days, at that first moment of news, I am hit with above W.H. Auden quote.

As I typed away in my office overlooking the most beautiful

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[darklyght]

:-(

Sorry for your loss.

[tahrea]

He was a good man, and it's not like we were amazingly close but you know sometimes you know someone just enough your care is large enough to Need to write and or speak the release, the goodbye.
That particular quote/poem seems to profoundly speak of that first moment of grief, the moment of stop... that brief time before you remember life again. If that makes any sense.

His presense was everywhere yesterday, person after person called or emailed. He is gone and things are just not the same, not bad, though sad, but really just not the same.

I hope your world is unfolding well these days. Blessings to you and thank you.

[allans]

Damn.
...I'm truly glad I got to meet him.

[tahrea]

I have the impression that you might think this was my father. It was not. It was a dear collegue, sorry didn't mean to confuse. When are you coming home. I miss you.

[allans]

[murphf murble mumble amrfph][pulls boot out of mouth]

Well, that's a...er... relief?!?

As to the question... ahh... that is the question. Possibly within 30 days, a short trip back in 50 days (if not sooner), and certainly no later than 155 days.

[tahrea]

well that clears it up I vote for 30-50 days. Maybe you could go to Beltaine with us.