by redredrose 630 Replies latest jw friends
This horrible news hits like a ton of bricks. It's not fair. The Watchtower has taken so many beautiful and brilliant lives away. The Bloodguilty Watchtower and those in charge of it will rue the day when karma comes to settle the score. That day can't come quick enough.
Oompa, I am so sorry that things were so bad for you that you decided to take your own life. I weep for the loss of such a beautiful soul. I know that you are now at peace though.
I'm sorry for your loss Palm This is a horrible time for you...I'm glad he had you as a friend.
wha (Hugs)
I called John, and he is calling Flipper. I dunno if OTWO knows, but maybe they will call him?
xo
tal
shelby,
You said:
: Oh, for gawdsakes, BOTR, you idjit... give it a rest , for once in your isolated, pitiful life. Under THESE circumstances, at least. Take your neverending, puerile, asinine beef with me elsewhere, dammit. This is NOT the time... nor the place. THIS thread is about dear Oompa so grow the frick up, woman.
:SA, who, like most here, is in a bit of shock right now and so subject to post just about anything to just about anyone (including, "Hey, there, dear, dear Beks-Girl - the greatest love and peace to you, dear one!")... on her own ('cause my Lord KNOWS I need to be to deal with BOTR's silly *ss, right now)
It's bad form to give a prick like BOTR publicity it doesn't deserve, you know.
Farkel
Could we please take this squabble off of this thread? For those that are hurting?
((((Josie, Beks, Shirl...))))
For dear Eric... and all others like him:
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
With colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free.They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Eric's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath [our dear friend's] loving hand. Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life,as lovers often do.But I could have told you, ERIC,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen,they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
From "Vincent", by Don McLean (http://youtu.be/sI8fsi_aJ3c)
Peace to you, dear one... now... and to eternity!
YOUR servant, and a slave of Christ... to time indefinite...
SA
ohio cowboy... very appropriate. i thought this was r.e.m.. this situation and song hit so close to home.
My sincere apologies, dear Talesin (peace to you!) - I did not know there was a protocol for expressing grief. I stated what was in MY heart. That anyone would take issue with that... under these circumstances... is... just sad. Dear Fark... I hear you, luv. My pain is just as valid as anyone else's, though, and so I just don't have the patience for idjits just now. And I won't be here tomorrow, so...
Peace.
A slave of Christ, who hasn't changed THAT, simply because a dear one has passed... even under such tragic circumstances...
SA
