Thursday, December 21, 2006

like the first morning



a few months back, i sat beside a man, a colleague, for an hour or two.
he was tough, and gruff, and very nice; he had a dozen tattoos.
he coughed a lot.
today, he died, 50 years old.
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for many, this christmas will be rough, and raw with loss.
my heart goes out.





4 comments:

  1. Sorry for your loss Lynn. In one or other way, we're sadly familiar with episodes like this one :(
    Beautiful scene, you know that empty beaches have become something for my mind to refuge in.

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  2. Oh, so sad. Beautiful shot of those bike racks...and it seems all the more poignant now that I've read your post.

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  3. Know what you mean.
    50 is no age to die, of course.
    Love the beach!

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  4. As always, the mood of the photo matches your story. Sad...

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