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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(

Dear Felix, my tears flow as I recall my dear mom died this way! My one regret is that I wasn't with her, and never got to say goodbye. she slipped away. She was laughing one, gone the next. But, our losses should give is the will to fight even harder, for life! Bless you!

Glad that you clarified this. I too had a feeling that something was terribly wrong. But it is good to know who your friends really are and that they care for you enough to tell you. This was a very interesting and awakening poem. Karen

Dylan Thomas’ “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night”

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

you poem is profoundly moving, Felix ... be well ...

Sorry if I alarmed anyone with this, although it was from my soul, subconscious, whatever it was just another poem written under the influence of my ill health and blue mood and not meant to scare or worry anyone. I do thank you for your concern and I will bounce back I promise.

Felix

Hey, wots goin on here?! I sincerely hope this is just the big, pounding, compassionate heart that bleeds with sympathy, empathy and soul talking here, Dad! Can't believe wot it is my frazzled brain is picking up from these vibes... everyone has already said wot I would struggle to get my mind and lips around speaking at this point in time, but just you hold on until the "right time", come what may! The gift of life is just too precious to let it be robbed from us by unwarranted guilt, condemnation, horror or pain - heavy and real as issues as these might be. There is a balance between our life being our own - and it actually being intricately bound up with those around us. We enter and leave the world's stage alone, but we act out the scene of life's rich pageant together; you can't go! I need you! (Pathetic, Kate!) I just can't rise adequately to this one today, Felix, and I'm being as overdramatic as I reaaally hope you are speaking here with an assumed voice. It IS highly effective and poignant, though... gut-wrenchingly real, in fact. Desiderata, Pops. xx

Deeply heartfelt read...what more can I say Sherry and Steven said it so well...may God be with you... what ever happens know you are loved my dear friend!!

Love Tinka {tears}

Felix--I try to never assume something written is autobiographical and I am hoping this is not. I am lost for words...

There is a time to be born and a time to die, Felix, neither of those things should be of our choosing. I do understand that some don't share my feelings on this matter and that is o.k. I am not here to judge and I would not want to see anyone I loved to suffer if it was not his or her choice to endure it. The bottom line is nobody gets out of here alive. Death is a season of our life; life is eternal. Be well my friend and when God reaches out his hand to you and beckons you into his light, may you go in peace and from a high, watch over those you cherish and had to leave behind.
Take care,
Sherry

Felix, this write gives me chills on a summer type day here in the South. The cry is heard loud and clear in this splendid write. I loved this piece.

Allen