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I don't know who you are, but thank you for posting the beautiful lyrics, and making sure that there is a trace left behind. You're right, it does hurt terribly.
Linda (a friend of the family)

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:26 PM  

Omigosh. The man was a month younger than my son. I can only imagine the pain. May his family and friends be comforted, and know that God is holding them in the palm of His hand.

By Blogger Marg, at 1:52 PM  

oh bess dear,

it is so hard for us left behind to understand, and keep going when all we want is for time to stop
to stay where the person who's left us is still with us

it doesn't seem right that the world keeps on spinning when it is obvious that it should by rights STOP

maybe it is a good thing that it keeps on spinning?

every day is a new first with a short stab

i am not religious dear, but i truly believe that this isn't all there is
that we or the essence of who we are lives on and reunites with the people we love that left before we did

so all i can say is when a loved one goes on early..... they count on us to continue

we are to live and enjoy our lives
and hold experiences and stories for when we rejoin later after it is all over
and then we all sit around and tell each other those stories and laugh and hug and just be

love from vi

By Blogger vi, at 9:23 AM  

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Friday, August 07, 2009  

James Franklin Kaye
July 12 1985
August 5 2009

It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand

Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

by tom paxton

Oh God, it hurts.

posted by Bess | 6:16 AM