roomy
The Natural
- Apr 22, 2006
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I love the very bones of the man and I lost him.He was only 58.
He made me me, and I strive to be him every day.
He was a big man, gentle, hard, perfect, flawed.
My sympathy, Roomy. I share your sadness. My dad died some years ago. He too was in his fifties.
I remember him through this. A poem he often quoted to me when I was young. I know the words by heart and they always bring a lump to my throat:
[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s2xA4i257aY&feature=related]YouTube - If - Rudyard Kipling (by Harvey Keitel)[/ame]
Perfectly beautiful.