So sorry to hear this Sujit. My blessings and condolence to the family of your friend. I would like to share this poem to everyone: Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow,I am the softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain,I am the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush,I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds in circling flight,I am the starshine of the night.I am in the flowers that bloom,I am in a quiet room.I am in the birds that sing,I am in each lovely thing.Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there. I do not die. --- In gay_bombay@yahoogroups.com, Sujit Bhandary <sbdary@...> wrote: > > How very true, how very sad, and how very strangely coincidental - last Tuesday, there we were, 4 very good friends who'd decided we needed to catch up and spend some time together especially after the hectic pressures leading up to 31st March! A lovely evening together, good fun, unwinding, cracking jokes, some liquor, good food and, by 10:30 we hugged each other and left - with a promise to meet again, soon, in fact this very month, on the last Friday. > > At 4:15 I get a call from the wife of one of them - my close friend had woken at 3:30 with "acidity" clutching his chest. By 4 he was dead, leaving behind a stunned wife, a son who is bang in the middle of his preparations for various entrance exams (IIT JEE, AIEEE et al).... > > Life IS too brief. >
