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My granma died 4 months ago at 92 years old, after being stuck 2 years in a bed for a leg problem.
Luckly, she didn't suffer for other illnesses, was still lucid, she was still happy of her life and was prepared for death.
I could speak with her about anything and I'm glad that I managed to say farewell to her properly, without regrets :')

My condolences.

I understand your pain, loosing someone you love is terrible.

And for stories yes, my grand-mother usually tell us story about the second world war, he just told us a story above a bomb that burned down a little house where usually they kept cows on.
During the night they slept under tree, because sleeping in their house was not safe.

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Thank you!! In & +1!! :DD

My condolences. Nothing I could say would really help I know, but I'm very sorry for your loss.
I'm in and thank you for this giveaway.

Thanks for your generosity, both The Sigil and Sachys!

In the spirit of your post, I just going to say that your father had a busy life indeed. ;)

Not really in the mood to speak about passed on friends and family...

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One of my best friends was murdered just after Christmas. I was out of town at the time, trying to get over having to have one of our foster dogs put to sleep, and we came back to learn that Mike was shot to death just outside of his home in the early morning (I also learned that another great old friend lost his daughter to a brain tumor - this was a very bad season). He had two little kids who live with his ex-wife.

But anyway, we'd been friends since 2nd grade and had had a lot of good times. He was a very big-hearted guy who kept a wide range of friends and acquaintances. He was a guitar player and enjoyed playing in a casual soccer league in the evenings. He was just a great guy to hang out with - I can't think of too many BIG EVENTS we enjoyed together because a lot of the best times were just us hanging out, playing video games or vegging out on the couch and watching TV. He had a freaking great sense of humor that had a lot to do with the fact that he had a thick skin and it was pretty much impossible to offend him. We saw a lot of movies together, listened to the same bands, played games, so now the memories come back really fast when I see or hear something that reminds me of him. Plus, the cemetery he's in is literally minutes down the street from my office, so I drive past him twice a day and it's easy to visit. As I told another of our friends after the funeral, the memories are great, but now there's a bittersweet feeling that's been added because now we know how his story ends and it wasn't a fair ending, either.

All the best, Sachys.

This should be your eulogy. It was poetic, poignant and beautiful.

He slept like a baby on the drugs they had to give him today. Good to see him peaceful and breathing, though I know it won't be long.

Fitting tribute though that my friends in Kaminari Taiko will be dedicating a piece to him (possibly this one).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgLde5ydGms

..and thanks for the participation so far. When things settle a little for me, I'll be sure to give you all a PM on your post.

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Please note: as to the GA - in my absence (when it happens) I have asked DeMignon to provide the usual official "bump" by providing a relevant link or comment and wpegg to generally be the "doorman" of the thread.

It's a lot easier when you're expecting it, that's for certain. I'm more for salutes than eulogies. Always moving forward, never staying behind for too long. No one I've known/know would like that anyway.

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Thanks for sharing Sachys, sounds like your Dad had an eventful life, certainly a lot more than I'll ever do!

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werre he lucid, he'd tell you any story you can tell is just as interesting as any of his. he has been astounded by some of the atories of my nights out, random happenings in the street - whatever.
fact is i think, the truth behind a good life story is how you take it, percieve it and relate it to others.
worked for nordic folklore for 100s of yeas eh?!
in short - life is interesting. yours, anyones (might explain all the weird biographies and memoirs he owns).
:)

I'm in, and I know the feeling of knowing a loved one well pass. My grandfather was diagnosed with stomach cancer to late to stop it from spreading. However he continued to tend his garden until too ill and was eventually confined to his bed. Add much as I hated for him to go I was happy when his journey here ended along with his suffering.

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I never knew my grandfather, but I know numerous stories about him. He died of cancer before I was born (not trying to get pity or anything, just telling the facts). If I had known him, I would've liked him; he seemed like a pretty cool guy. He was a family man: a decent, hardworking, and down to earth man. He didn't know how to read or write aside from his name, but everyone respected him as a smart man. It's funny because a man I've never known or seen aside from a stray photo or two is said to look a lot like me. I wish I could have half the stories told about me as there are about him. One that sticks in my mind was the newspaper clipping my grandma showed me of him. He was a trapper and he had cages to get foxes. Somehow a Jaguar that had escaped from the circus ended up in one of the cages. That must have been pretty cool to see.

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