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dodontI am in Oxford. My parents went off back to California this morning. It has been really lovely to see them for so long. I like the idea of them being closer so I can do things like go see them for a weekend and pop by for dinner and stuff. Ever hopeful I am.
Before getting on the plane, I picked up one of the free papers from the rack: Daily Mail, it's all they had (I might have grumbled a bit). There was an article to promote a book, consisting of the last letters to loved ones from people facing death. It made me cry. I know, fail.
You have shown me how to live and you have shown me how to be truly happy. I want you to know that every time I smile, you have put it there. You make me smile when others can't, you make me feel warm when I am cold.
That's the prime culprit, from a soldier killed in Basra two years ago. Or, from an RAF pilot who went missing in 1941:
Finally, a word of comfort. You both know how I have hated this war, but it has, however, done this for me. It has shown me new realms where man is free from earthly restrictions and conventions; where he can be himself playing hide and seek with the clouds, or watching a strangely silent world beneath, rolling quietly on, touched only by vague unsubstantial shadows moving placidly but unrelenting across its surface.
Blimey, what a sap.
Made me think I should write a note of my own, though. The thought of kicking off without having my family, Steven, my closest friends know how great my love and gratitude is to them? 'S no good. I am a big balloon fit to burst.
Before getting on the plane, I picked up one of the free papers from the rack: Daily Mail, it's all they had (I might have grumbled a bit). There was an article to promote a book, consisting of the last letters to loved ones from people facing death. It made me cry. I know, fail.
You have shown me how to live and you have shown me how to be truly happy. I want you to know that every time I smile, you have put it there. You make me smile when others can't, you make me feel warm when I am cold.
That's the prime culprit, from a soldier killed in Basra two years ago. Or, from an RAF pilot who went missing in 1941:
Finally, a word of comfort. You both know how I have hated this war, but it has, however, done this for me. It has shown me new realms where man is free from earthly restrictions and conventions; where he can be himself playing hide and seek with the clouds, or watching a strangely silent world beneath, rolling quietly on, touched only by vague unsubstantial shadows moving placidly but unrelenting across its surface.
Blimey, what a sap.
Made me think I should write a note of my own, though. The thought of kicking off without having my family, Steven, my closest friends know how great my love and gratitude is to them? 'S no good. I am a big balloon fit to burst.
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