Death came calling - as he often does, just when and where you don't expect him - and my oldest friend died, suddenly. With your permission, I'll take a day or two, in eulogy and in mourning.
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The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
14 comments:
Bad luck Mr Ishmael.
Sorry to hear that. Take care
I am sorry to hear of your trouble, Mr Ishmael.
Condolences, Mr. Ishmael. Hold all good memories close and dear.
x
Death be not proud...
(you know the rest)
silence
I am so sorry for your loss x
Gone but not forgotten.
Remember the life.
Condolences, Mr Ishmael.
Am so sorry, love to theirs & yours.
Commiserations and condolences, Mr Ishmael.
Thanks, all.
Condolences.
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