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He found comfort in your company. Powerful piece.

posted by texture on May 22, 2009 at 1:08 PM | link to this | reply

Reading this takes me there with you So sad in texture this fabic of lonely life! Excellent write Marta!

posted by merkie on May 18, 2009 at 12:07 PM | link to this | reply

 

I remember an elderly man in the park. During lunch break from school he talked to my mother and me. Shortly before my grandfather died he dreamt of his dog in heaven. Skippy died shortly after him. BCA, Bill*s Roost

 

posted by BC-A on May 18, 2009 at 8:54 AM | link to this | reply

This is so sad, and so beautiful.

It actually brought a tear to my eye as I read. 

posted by Joe_Love on May 18, 2009 at 4:17 AM | link to this | reply

Very beautiful.

posted by Chilitree on May 17, 2009 at 10:32 PM | link to this | reply

That's deep.  I realize I don't know my neighbors very well either...

posted by calia14 on May 17, 2009 at 9:22 PM | link to this | reply

It's amazing how many regrets we come to know when things we see every day, things we take for granted, suddenly disappear from our sights, from our grasp.  It could only be a passing feeling or a forever one...but it's only once we lose things we realize how much we loved them.  A beautiful write, Marta, and a tribute to the one lost.  I'm sure the sadness will wipe off his smile with the words of this poem. 

posted by NiteTide on May 17, 2009 at 8:07 PM | link to this | reply

Sinome

There is a sad beauty in this tale, but what strikes me most is your warm heart...

posted by Nautikos on May 17, 2009 at 7:00 PM | link to this | reply

Touching and so pure thoughts ... God bless you !

posted by afzal50 on May 17, 2009 at 6:36 PM | link to this | reply

What an experience for you.  So well told.  I cannot know how that man felt about his life ending sitting alone on a park bench with his dog, but personally, I think that would be a grand way to go--sitting in the sun, or the rain, the trees around, the breeze in my face, my doggie at my side.  Of course, just like you feeling sad about him being alone, if such happened to me, my sons would mentally flagellate themselves with feelings of guilt.  That's such a human way to go.

posted by TAPS. on May 17, 2009 at 5:30 PM | link to this | reply

It is so difficult to see someone be alone at the hour of their death! Very fine imagery relaying this poignant experience! sammie xoxoxoxo

posted by sam444 on May 17, 2009 at 3:17 PM | link to this | reply

I have people that I wish I was there for too.

posted by FormerStudentIntern on May 17, 2009 at 3:01 PM | link to this | reply