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titch

So fill to me the parting glass...

And drink to health {and to Min} what er' befalls...

I gently rise, and softly call...

Good Night, and joy be to you all

Good Night, Mr. Minimus.....Good Night.

dmouse

RIP Minimus.

We shall not see his like again.

snare&racket

Gutted, RIP pal….

Thank you for your efforts and questions, you are already missed x

I've been lurking early 2000 before joining. I would pop in and out over the decades and maybe read actively for several months and then stop. Often time when I would return I would notice postings from several are silent and find out they had pass. I suspect a lot of the older ones who joined this some 20 years ago are pushing 70 plus. I hope they found some peace and enjoyment in life after leaving the watch tower.

My Name is of No Consequence

This is horrible news. I didn't always agree with his topics or point of view, but he was a senior poster on this forum and I respected him for that. It won't be the same here.

Damn :(

Etude

I just happened to look and read about the Minimus news. It is always sad for me to learn that a person from this community has passed. For good or bad, I consider it a loss to our common raison d'etre. I have no idea how to find out how, if any, my interaction with Minimus comprised. But, whatever that was, I'm still sad he's not here. He must have left a mark on me.

Terry

There's only one expression of grief I've ever read which carried an uplifting message with it and to honor Minimus I'll recite it here.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

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The author, Mary Elisabeth Frye was an orphan
who lived to be 98 years old.

Frye never copyrighted the poem, which leaves it in the public domain. Her explanation: "I thought it belonged to the world; it didn't belong to me. I still feel that way … it was written out of love, for comfort. If I took money for it, it would lose its value ... maybe I'm a nut."

Legolas

That is sad news🥀….

VIII

Oh, no! I haven’t been on in months! So sad to read this!

RIP Min. ❤️🙏

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