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Cockney_Rebel
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My brother died today 26 years ago from Lukemia. He was 15 years old. His name was Michael. I guess I should consider myself lucky that I have experienced all the things in life that he never had a chance to. We was best of friends and I miss him so very much. A tear comes to my eye writing this and I dedicate this blog to him. I miss you brother.
Rest in peace, you are never far from my thoughts.
Dan.
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Death.
We all die, and, another death in the family is about to come. My grandmother, to whom I've never really been close, is about to die. She's in her 90's and only has a few days/hours left. I'm going to see her, very soon. The last time I saw her was nearly 14 years ago and she has demanded that the family go and see her before her imminent demise (she estranged herself from me and my mother for reasons I shall not go into).
So, the cycle of life goes on, and, yet another of those that I love will come to pass.
A momento mori. Life is precious.
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