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Tonight, I was so sad that I couldn't create tears. The image of you forever engraved in my head is that of a vibrant and happy young man, but the memory that keeps dancing before my eyes is that of a thin and pale face with death painted over every fading freckle, hovering over every strand of chestnut mane.

I believe the thing that will haunt me most was your eyes on that last night. The green was dominant, whereas brown had been intruding most of that week. There was a vague look of enraged delight, and kind of deliciousness you said death always gave you. I knew this to be your catchphrase, tagline, over the many years, but little did I know that you described your own death.

The blackbird carries you on it's wings tonight. May Irish angels light your way as you journey to join the ranks of heaven.

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LunasiLupulei
20:43 Jan 22 2011

My sympathies for your loss. You describe it so beautifully.

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