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I'm not generally the sort to post my own wows, only really when provoked to do so when someone digs me out about none attendance, not that many have had a chance of that this year.
There has been plenty of misery around this past year, not feeling sorry for myself but for those that have lost loved ones.
Anyway Got diagnosed with cancer a couple of weeks ago.
The hardest part is my 2 girls, both adult now at 33 and 27 who lost their mum 5/6 years past from the same. It is, without a doubt, my breaking point and tears my soul.
No one really wants to give up on life, even if it becomes unbearable. it had been hard combined with being paralysed waist down the past 10 years, life it's self is a wonderful thing and I will not be going gently into that good night but it is now a closer reality. A year at most but likely somewhat less.
Do not go gentle into that good night Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I'm not religious but at my mums funeral, she had chosen this hymn that touched me deeply. when you are reminded how wonderful this world is made by God or not.
I'll try to be a right royal pain in the arse for a while yet and look forward to your downvotes with a smile you SoB'S
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