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Originally Posted by pshrynk
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What I don't want to remember is how he looks right now with all the tubes and wires and the little machines that go "ping."
Sorry to bummer out your thread...  |
...which is just my way of saying...well, nothing, but with the strong impulse to nod empathetically and allay the blackness of solitude with a few stiff drinks down the pub together (along with anyone else who wants to come with us).
I remember when me and Dad would take turns getting the icecream for dessert, and the Weet-Bix for breakfast. Mum would so very much get the irrits having to continually buy icecream by the bucketload and cereal by the pallet, because Dad and I had no reasonable sense of scale when it came to icecream or cereal.
Cheers (seriously...Cheers!
),
Marc