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The beautiful Venetia and her young man are now alive in my mind because of what you have written, and their parents will live on too, in the minds and hearts of all who read this story.
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I appreciate your thoughts and comment, dear Sir, very much. I wish i had a picture of her but i don’t. When i had the chance i was visiting her parents. They were neighbors after all. Now, they are all gone.
I know you know the Latin literature, and i’m more than sure you’ve seen written somewhere that “Whom the gods love die young” . Despite the fact i hate gods, i like to comfort -or to foolish, if you wish- thyself with this one.
Thank you for once again.
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Yes, it is a comforting thought, which I have tried to use as a comfort, since my oldest brother was killed at 24, and my son died at 23, but when I come crashing back down to reality I am bitterly bereft, and the end result is that at my old age now the pleasures of life, mostly with my wife who died 13 months ago, are gone forever and so I turn my thoughts to death and the dead bliss of oblivion.
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Touching story.
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Yes. I was one of the kids who liked a lot to play with the”car” Chris was making. An offer and a gift to make us happy.
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So sad, but glad you have good memories as well!!! Sounds like a wonderful family!!!
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Most welcome !
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