What matters is not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog..
YOU FOUGHT A GOOD FIGHT. In loving memory. May your soul rest in peace my friend, and brother. 1974-2006
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miércoles, septiembre 06, 2006
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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
a man is known by the shadow he casts & jake influenced more than you would know..sorry for your loss..m
So sorry for your loss.
- jim
Two years already... I still remember holding Mike's warm hand when I visited him in the hospital. He's in a good place now and happy watching over his friends.
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