"|||| || | ||||| ||||||||" <bahcod@yahoo.com> wrote in
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a beautiful woman who never hurt a soul and did nothing but good. it
was all too much. life just ain't fucking fair.

You obviously weren't much of a friend, or else you wouldn't have let her
do that.

I met her fourteen years ago when I first got my puppy. Our paths first
literally crossed as her then pup wandered up to my pup to exchange
greetings. "Isn't he beautiful" she said to her friend as she stooped over

stroke my dog. "Who me or the dog?" I replied.

As the weeks passed we would walk around the field and woodland together.

discovered that she had been an english teacher working in London, but she
had just moved back into the area having just lost her husband to the big

She lived in the most amazing georgian high walled house with its

herb and flower garden. Together we would sit in the garden during the

evenings supping tea talking about life while the dogs played and sniffed

dug up yet another precious plant.

Friends are like parachutes. If they're not there the first time you need
them, the chances are you won't need them again.

Six years ago, the phone and the doorbell didn't stop ringing from family

friends all offering their services should I need it. As the sh1t began to
hit the fan, one by one all those people who had been friends for years
offering their support slowly skulked back into the shadows hoping to go
unseen scared that I may call.

As things got progressively worse, her and a few other friends went from
being friends to being life-savers. When I wasn't capable of doing

because I was paralysed with depression, she'd make sure I was okay, that

have food and that my bills were paid.

We would sometimes talk about dying. I knew that one day I'd hear those
words, "Michael, ***** was found dead this morning, she had committed
suicide".

She told me last week that she was going away to see friends for a few

She ended the conversation with "I love you Michael". I think I knew what

meant. I'm not sure but I think I may have chosen to turn a deaf ear.

Damn it, I understand why she did it but that doesn't make it any easier.

One request please. I've killfiled the trolls and only read posts from
posters I know. If they (the trolls) decided to rattle their toys and

to this, please don't quote them in your reply to them. I don't really

to read what they have to say secondhand.

Anyway, please accept my sincere gratitude for all your condolences. Thank
you all. It means a hell of a lot to me.

I have had a really crap month. I think I need to do something else for a

days.

Love to all

I met her fourteen years ago when I first got my puppy. Our paths first
literally crossed as her then pup wandered up to my pup to exchange
greetings. "Isn't he beautiful" she said to her friend as she stooped over to
stroke my dog. "Who me or the dog?" I replied.

As the weeks passed we would walk around the field and woodland together. I
discovered that she had been an english teacher working in London, but she
had just moved back into the area having just lost her husband to the big C.

She lived in the most amazing georgian high walled house with its established
herb and flower garden. Together we would sit in the garden during the summer
evenings supping tea talking about life while the dogs played and sniffed and
dug up yet another precious plant.

Friends are like parachutes. If they're not there the first time you need
them, the chances are you won't need them again.

Six years ago, the phone and the doorbell didn't stop ringing from family and
friends all offering their services should I need it. As the sh1t began to
hit the fan, one by one all those people who had been friends for years
offering their support slowly skulked back into the shadows hoping to go
unseen scared that I may call.

As things got progressively worse, her and a few other friends went from
being friends to being life-savers. When I wasn't capable of doing anything
because I was paralysed with depression, she'd make sure I was okay, that I'd
have food and that my bills were paid.

We would sometimes talk about dying. I knew that one day I'd hear those
words, "Michael, ***** was found dead this morning, she had committed
suicide".

She told me last week that she was going away to see friends for a few days.
She ended the conversation with "I love you Michael". I think I knew what she
meant. I'm not sure but I think I may have chosen to turn a deaf ear.

Damn it, I understand why she did it but that doesn't make it any easier.

One request please. I've killfiled the trolls and only read posts from
posters I know. If they (the trolls) decided to rattle their toys and reply
to this, please don't quote them in your reply to them. I don't really want
to read what they have to say secondhand.

Anyway, please accept my sincere gratitude for all your condolences. Thank
you all. It means a hell of a lot to me.

I have had a really crap month. I think I need to do something else for a few
days.

Love to all
Mx

Damn it, I understand why she did it but that doesn't make it any easier.

One request please. I've killfiled the trolls and only read posts from
posters I know. If they (the trolls) decided to rattle their toys and reply
to this, please don't quote them in your reply to them. I don't really want
to read what they have to say secondhand.

Anyway, please accept my sincere gratitude for all your condolences. Thank
you all. It means a hell of a lot to me.

I have had a really crap month. I think I need to do something else for a few
days.

On 26-Apr-2004, "|||| || | ||||| ||||||||" <bahcod@yahoo.com> wrote:

a beautiful woman who never hurt a soul and did nothing but good. it was
all
too much. life just ain't fucking fair

come on, who in their right mind would post such a personal post in a *****
hole like this