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Post by nutraxfornerves on Oct 12, 2013 13:32:22 GMT
Mr. Nutrax collapsed suddenly last night and could not be revived. He had been i declining health for some time, but this was quite unexpected.
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Post by htmb on Oct 12, 2013 13:45:46 GMT
You have my deepest sympathy.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 14:39:52 GMT
So sorry to hear this Nutrax.  |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2013 15:35:18 GMT
Terrible news, nutrax. I know how you cared for him all of these years, sometimes giving us a glimpse of the difficulties on the Thorn Tree.
All my sympathy.
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 12, 2013 16:50:14 GMT
Extremely sad. So very sorry for your loss, Nutrax.
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Post by spindrift on Oct 12, 2013 20:31:59 GMT
Such a shock when it happens. Sending you sympathy, Nutrax.
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Post by lagatta on Oct 12, 2013 23:31:17 GMT
I'm so terribly sorry to hear this. I know that it is also a relief, and don't feel guilty when you feel relieved of such travails, and then feel empty without your companion. Hugs.
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Post by mez on Oct 13, 2013 4:16:30 GMT
I am sorry to hear about your loss.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 18:52:26 GMT
Very sorry to learn this, Nutrax.
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Post by Jazz on Oct 13, 2013 19:26:03 GMT
Nutrax, my thoughts are with you.
Some beautiful words from W.H Auden,
Funeral Blues...
...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 the 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 woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good...
W.H. Auden
Take good care of yourself,
jazz.
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Post by nutraxfornerves on Oct 13, 2013 19:33:20 GMT
Thank you all very much--your kindness means a lot to me.
Nutrax
The plural of anecdote is not data.
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 13, 2013 19:40:24 GMT
Your presence here means a great deal to us.
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Post by komsomol on Oct 15, 2013 17:31:26 GMT
Sorry that this happened, Nutrax. I'm late so you must be very busy with formalities right now.
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