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lost my angel
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I'm so sad after hearing that. You're one of my favorite posters, and i'm truly sorry to hear that.
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Greg, she will always live in your memory but don't forget to live your life too. Condolences from So Cal.
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My sincerest condolences for your loss. I will pray for you and your son, and the rest of your family. 
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I am so sorry. You have my deepest sympathies.
While there are no words, I've always loved this poem, prior to and despite it being trotted out in a film.
Funeral Blues
W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
While there are no words, I've always loved this poem, prior to and despite it being trotted out in a film.
Funeral Blues
W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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I'm so sorry to hear that. I don't know what else to say. My heart goes out to you and your son.
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I'm so sorry... I really can't say that I know what it's like, but I know it must hurt a lot. I'm praying for you, Greg, stay in there.
