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To: Rambi who wrote (91901)	12/21/2004 11:25:57 PM
From: coug	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Hi Rambi, re: ""It is indeed a good thing that we don't know when something is over."" That is good, because if a person realizes that, I would think every person would treat everyTHING, everyALL, all the TIME with such more respect and in the process have such a greater time doing it, because a person JUST doesn't know WHEN Life's party is over.. So this reminds me of this.. Of portions of my life anyway.. :) RAY CHARLES lyrics - "It Was A Very Good Year" (feat. Willie Nelson) When I was seventeen It was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights On the village green When I was seventeen When I was twenty-one It was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls Who lived up the stair With all that perfumed hair And it came undone When I was twenty-one When I was thirty-five It was a very good year It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls Of independent means We'd ride in limousines Their chauffeurs would drive When I was thirty-five But now the days grow short I'm in the autumn of the year And now I think of my life as vintage wine From fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs And it poured sweet and clear It was a very good year It was a mess of good years <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "It was a mess of good years" c

To: Rambi who wrote (91901)	12/21/2004 11:48:47 PM
From: epicure	Respond to of 108807

When you do know it's over, it's pretty awful. Grainne was right about that. I was thinking about when my parents died- we didn't think my father was going to die, and thus waiting for him to get better, wasn't too hard. When he died it was a surprise, but we had spend the time in the hospital with him expecting a recovery- and we were all happy, thinking he was going to enjoy his life so much more after his bypass. With my mom it was clear she was very ill, and finally clear she was dying. So sitting with her was very important, but also very sad, because I was always conscious that it was an ending. Beginnings are wonderful. Middles are comfortable. Endings are hard.

To: Rambi who wrote (91901)	12/22/2004 12:04:53 AM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

I was looking for one of my favorite poems by Walter de la Mare to print out for my daughter, and I found one I had never read. I think this is lovely: Tartary Walter de la Mare If I were Lord of Tartary, Myself, and me alone, My bed should be of ivory, Of beaten gold my throne; And in my court should peacocks flaunt, And in my forests tigers haunt, And in my pools great fishes slant Their fins athwart the sun. If I were Lord of Tartary, Trumpeters every day To all my meals should summon me, And in my courtyards bray; And in the evening lamps should shine, Yellow as honey, red as wine, While harp, and flute, and mandoline Made music sweet and gay. If I were Lord of Tartary, I'd wear a robe of beads, White, and gold, and green they'd be — And small and thick as seeds; And ere should wane the morning star, I'd don my robe and scimitar, And zebras seven should draw my car Through Tartary's dark glades. Lord of the fruits of Tartary, Her rivers silver-pale! Lord of the hills of Tartary, Glen, thicket, wood, and dale! Her flashing stars, her scented breeze, Her trembling lakes, like foamless seas, Her bird-delighting citron-trees, In every purple vale!

To: Rambi who wrote (91901)	12/23/2004 12:40:54 AM
From: Grainne	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Well, Rambi, I think you have very successful children. And you should be very proud, because you and Mr. Rambi (Rambo?) had a lot to do with that. Even though I am waxing nostalgic about Grainette's childhood at the moment, I read a statistic in an article in Newsweek last year about how 40% of 28-year-olds were still living with their parents. Now there were several reasons for that--the recession was still a big thing then, and a lot of high techie children came home, having lost their jobs. Also, because of more modern childrearing practices--less spanking and older, more mature parents probably being the most important--children in their twenties are closer to their parents than was typical before. Now I would love to be close to Grainnette her whole life, and she is very, very easy to live with. But I think if whe was almost thirty and there wasn't a definite end date to her return stay, I would feel like I failed her. The empty nest hurts so much, but in reality we are getting older and the extra time I have to myself is also a gift in a way (well, if I didn't spend it here it would be). When I was 21 my family took a trip from southern California, where my parents lived, all the way to British Columbia and back, very slowly, along the coast. My parents divorced the next year, and I soon graduated from college and went my own way, but the luxury of that time together in splendid scenery is still very fresh in my mind. So what I am saying is that even though children grow up and leave, most of them would still love to travel with you someplace very special. I know it is a bit difficult to arrange with everyone's schedule, but so very worth it. In the same way that they are your memories, you are their memories as well . . .