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Date: Thu, 28 Aug 2008 20:29:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: William O'Rights <>
Subject: Death, the Eternal Footman

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My Mom passed away last Saturday by all accounts in a peaceful manner, mostly 
due to the morphine she was on. Her death was expected, and of course I feel the
loss, but there was an extra sense of a different kind of feeling. They had to 
arrange the funeral at 11 am Wednesday morning so that I could leave to attend 
my chemo treatment. They mentioned my Grandmother, who passed with stomach 
cancer, and there I was, smack dab in the middle of the red zone of my own death
prognosis attending my Mothers funeral who passed away from cancer. There were 
my direct ascendants both passed away from cancer.


I don t want to sound macabre but now every time I look in the bathroom mirror, 
I see Death, the Eternal Footman (looking quite proud), standing in the shadows 
behind me, holding my coat, snickering.


     
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