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thank you greyfriars ..your departure reminds me of a story i heard once..
This man hated his father. Loved his mother fiercely. His mother was devoted to him, but his father used to beat him, demeaned him, disenherited him.
Anyway, this friend grew to manhood and was still in his thirties when the mother died. The mother, who had nurtured and protected him, died. The man stood at her grave as they lowered the coffin, and tried to cry, but no tears came. The man's father lived to a very extended old age, and withered away and died when the son was in his fifties. At the father's funeral, much to the son's surprise, he could not control his tears. Wailing, sobbing... he was apparently inconsolable.
The man had been driven his whole life by hatred of his father. When his mother died, that was a loss, but when his father died and hate had lost its object, the man's life was empty..over
au revoir my greyfriars bobby...thank you for that wonderful day in the sun..
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"...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn."
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Thank you Ohhhh Bobby for that goal. on 19:44 - May 27 with 1816 views
Thank you Ohhhh Bobby for that goal. on 16:54 - May 27 by Discodroids
thank you greyfriars ..your departure reminds me of a story i heard once..
This man hated his father. Loved his mother fiercely. His mother was devoted to him, but his father used to beat him, demeaned him, disenherited him.
Anyway, this friend grew to manhood and was still in his thirties when the mother died. The mother, who had nurtured and protected him, died. The man stood at her grave as they lowered the coffin, and tried to cry, but no tears came. The man's father lived to a very extended old age, and withered away and died when the son was in his fifties. At the father's funeral, much to the son's surprise, he could not control his tears. Wailing, sobbing... he was apparently inconsolable.
The man had been driven his whole life by hatred of his father. When his mother died, that was a loss, but when his father died and hate had lost its object, the man's life was empty..over
au revoir my greyfriars bobby...thank you for that wonderful day in the sun..
[Post edited 27 May 2015 16:55]
That was very touching Disco. Not a story I've heard before, but touching all the same.
Well played that man.
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Thank you Ohhhh Bobby for that goal. on 21:38 - May 27 with 1715 views
Thank you Ohhhh Bobby for that goal. on 16:54 - May 27 by Discodroids
thank you greyfriars ..your departure reminds me of a story i heard once..
This man hated his father. Loved his mother fiercely. His mother was devoted to him, but his father used to beat him, demeaned him, disenherited him.
Anyway, this friend grew to manhood and was still in his thirties when the mother died. The mother, who had nurtured and protected him, died. The man stood at her grave as they lowered the coffin, and tried to cry, but no tears came. The man's father lived to a very extended old age, and withered away and died when the son was in his fifties. At the father's funeral, much to the son's surprise, he could not control his tears. Wailing, sobbing... he was apparently inconsolable.
The man had been driven his whole life by hatred of his father. When his mother died, that was a loss, but when his father died and hate had lost its object, the man's life was empty..over
au revoir my greyfriars bobby...thank you for that wonderful day in the sun..
[Post edited 27 May 2015 16:55]
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Thank you Ohhhh Bobby for that goal. (n/t) on 08:35 - May 28 with 1509 views
Thank you Ohhhh Bobby for that goal. (n/t) on 08:35 - May 28 by Hitch
sniff, sniff. beautiful.
cheers lads, i never hated him, it wasnt his fault his body just gave up on him..he was just the eye of my bi polar storm and the focal point of my rage and frustration .
what a day he gave us ..like tears in the rain my Bonny bobby zamora..
[Post edited 28 May 2015 9:26]
"...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn."
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Thank you Ohhhh Bobby for that goal. on 09:47 - May 28 with 1452 views
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