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Originally Posted by jaysay
Hell what a thread, for Saturday night, myself, well can say I'm too sentimental, but there are things which do instantly give the old heart a tug. Whenever I hear Time In A Bottle, by Jim Croce, reminds me of when my mother died, the words or so poignant. Every Saturday when I see my eldest daughter, I remember the day she was born and me arriving in the delivery room within 5 minutes of her birth, seems like yesterday, the difference now is she's now 43  and I also remember only a few moths ago giving her away when she got married, that day I really did have a tear in my eye. |
Pretend to be a hard man. Pah!
Heart of gold under all that bluff.
Because of this thread, I received a message last night, from someone who recently visited you.
It made me ashamed that someone could travel hundreds of miles, and I'm too lazy to make much less of an effort.
If you want to, and you're up to it it, I'd love to come and finally meet you face to face after all this time, and have that brew sometime in this coming week.
Just let me know when's good...if you're not too afraid.