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The happiest week of my life was the one I spent with Mary Brooks in the summer of 1996. We were young and (seemingly) in love and the memory of those few days is immortality. There are times when I will think back to that time wistfully, I believe is the word.
The saddest week of my life (so far) was the one I spent with my family in January of 2008 watching my grandmother die. So much happened in that painfully long time, that everyone there will have to take with them here and on. The experience haunts me.
Brevity will have to suffice on these subjects for now. The one being personal in a sense that I would be uncomfortable asking someone else to relate using there nearest situational parallels the other still being processed through my own filters for acceptance.
Me, Granny and Mathew (my Bro) at my eldest niece's wedding reception (50's theme).
Anyway,
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
---> snakeoil_sean
The saddest week of my life (so far) was the one I spent with my family in January of 2008 watching my grandmother die. So much happened in that painfully long time, that everyone there will have to take with them here and on. The experience haunts me.
Brevity will have to suffice on these subjects for now. The one being personal in a sense that I would be uncomfortable asking someone else to relate using there nearest situational parallels the other still being processed through my own filters for acceptance.
Me, Granny and Mathew (my Bro) at my eldest niece's wedding reception (50's theme).
Anyway,
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
---> snakeoil_sean