phone call

Post by **Doreen Peri** » July 24th, 2005, 1:46 pm

this morning

7:30am phone call

he was only 22

my cousin

gone

car accident

can't stop crying

Post by **judih** » July 24th, 2005, 3:25 pm

i'm so sorry, dor
frighteningly young to have his life cut off.
did you see him last week?

Post by **Arcadia** » July 24th, 2005, 3:45 pm

there are times in wich cry is maybe one of the most healthier things that we can do.
un beso,

Arcadia

Post by **mtmynd** » July 24th, 2005, 3:46 pm

Sorry to read that, Dor'...

Post by **Doreen Peri** » July 24th, 2005, 3:54 pm

thanks judih... yes, he was the same age as my son... my 1st cousin's son

We saw him last weekend at the wedding and the family reunion the next day.... he was so handsome, so smart, so full of life... we talked about his bright future... his career.. he always called me "aunt doreen" ... he looked in my eyes and asked, "so how have you been doing, aunt doreen?" ...like he truly, really wanted to know... he looked right inside of me... he was always so respectful to people... a beautiful heart and soul he had.... we're all so upset...it's like this is a bad dream... a nightmare... not real... it's so out of order... i wish I could wake up from it and it wouldn't be true.

Post by **Doreen Peri** » July 24th, 2005, 3:55 pm

arcadia and cecil.... thank you... i was typing... didn't see your replies

i've never experienced this type of tragedy before

Post by **Anonymous-one** » July 24th, 2005, 5:12 pm

Post by **Traveller13** » July 24th, 2005, 5:58 pm

This probably isn't the most appropriate time for me to reply.
I'm drunk & there's a party at my place, I decided to isolate myself for a while and to go to studioeight.
Here's a url link to a song that popped in my mind. I wish you knew the song, it made me cry the first time I heard it but yet it made me feel good at the same time, as if I was re-meeting a very old friend I havent seen for centuries.

The friends are approaching. I'd better join them soon before my antisocial side shows.

Anyway, I have now idea how you'll react to this, I feel ridiculous in just typing random multicolored words, I've always been one to want to help people even if I don't know them, but I'll do it anyway, just check out the url if you want,

http://www.meiteisho.net/texte/ghostfriends.htm

, I can also send you the song via e-mail if there's the slightest chance that it can make you feel better. But I'm sure you already have people who are cheering you up. I know what it's like to lose someone who's close to you, but I can't really relate to your suffering because I "accept" death somehow; I have never cried over anyone's death before, although I usually cry when I feel the sadness people feel because of it.
Right now I wish I knew you better, cos if I did I'd know what to say and how to handle you. But I only read a few of your texts/posts so I'm not going to risk treading on unknown grounds. I'll just straightforwardly say that death happens to all of us, one way or another, and feeling bad about it will only make things worse fr you. Yeah I know, "duh", but if you want to get out of this the best way is to relativise.

shit, seems like I drank too much to be coherent. Look, I hope I'm not hurting you in any way by posting all that, just get better ok?

I think I'll stop typing before my post becomes totally unreadable.

I wish I was sober
lol
get better
*hug*

Post by **merlynh** » July 24th, 2005, 7:08 pm

Just a child stuck down in his prime with so much more to experience. It’s a shame. I’m sorry to hear this, truly I am.

Post by **YABYUM** » July 24th, 2005, 7:59 pm

a poet without words. i am.

Post by **mousey1** » July 24th, 2005, 9:18 pm

My heart goes out to you and your family Doreen!

Sometimes I feel like if it weren't for bad news I'd get no news!

The following poem comforts me at times like these. I hope it will bring you a little comfort.

Hopi Prayer

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 glint in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn's rain
When you awaken in the morning 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
For everything beautiful you see
will bring a memory of me

Post by **Doreen Peri** » July 24th, 2005, 10:05 pm

Pierre -
what a thoughtful, beautiful card....

Traveller-
your written word, your sentiments, the lyrics..
i am so grateful

merlyn-
i am awed that happened to be here to see this

ronnie-
in the pauses of silence between syllables
there is love...

mousey -
perfect poem for me now

---------
i spoke with his parents on the phone this evening
there is no explanation for such a tragedy
i am grateful to have all of your comments, your friendship,
your love...

thank you all so much

what makes a life?
what takes a life?
why is timing
so unexplained?

it is only love
which remains.

i sit beneath a moon.
i wonder why it shines.
eternal are its rays,
yet i remain blind.

Post by **Glorious Amok** » July 24th, 2005, 10:20 pm

doreen,

a death, a death, and a reminder of life. there is a gift for your sore eyes in the visual room. death is miniscule ... life is beyond enormous.

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=4109

Post by **Doreen Peri** » July 24th, 2005, 11:41 pm

It should have been me.
I'm the one who flirted with inevitability.
I'm the one who tempted fate with a wink.
I'm the one who opted to play time for time
as a trade-off, laid myself open for demise.
I'm the one who ran myself into a tree
repeatedly, several automobiles totalled.

I walked away without a scratch.
It should have been me, not him.

Why did he die like that
when the night was so dim?
How can there be a God
who would consume such innocence
swallowed up by a trunk, eaten by the
moment of a rescue helecoptor?

It should have been me, not him.
Dim are the lights of comprehension.
Dull are senses attempting to cover
fences with plastic trashbags, taped
invisibly on white latticework.

I do not want to see the light.

Why did he die? It should have been me.
Why? My history was my history. I deserved
demise.

He was twice my honor.
Twice my size.
Half my age or less.

Why did he die?
I cannot guess.

It should have been me.
I'm the one who flirted with inevitability.
I'm the one who tempted fate with a wink.
I'm the one who opted to play time for time
as a trade-off, laid myself open for demise.

Post by **YABYUM** » July 25th, 2005, 12:22 am

open for demise?
doreen, we'd all be dead then.

hug your daughter, your man, and then write something happy.

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