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it was 2002 dad's has slowly been worn away by cancer over my family's fate it had always held sway once 240 pounds now skeletal form skin covered so hard to bare to see I can, I guess expect, much the same to come to me he was also my best friend and I suffer to this day no wonder about death, I have so much to say every family has their own tales of evidence of things still left unknown and I was always mystified as I'd grown I've studied death from every angle and every written word the physical, metaphysical and all I that I'd heard but death is an illusive foe he hides his secrets well one only learns of these when he comes and to you he'll tell his reason for his taking you and no others are to know no chance of that to happen cause it's your time just then to go well, back to our tale, I'll try to tell it fast my fingers gettin' sore, don't know how long I'll last... when my father died and only at that time the light and fan at his side must'a surely cried cause off they went my eyes did witness this it's something I still wonder maybe I would have just as soon, preferred to miss it's just another tale of things that we may feel, but can't prove in our lifetimes the secret we're not meant to steal.

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Another True Odd Experience- the Night My Father Died

it was 2002 dad's has slowly been worn away by cancer over my family's fate it had always held sway once 240 pounds now skeletal form skin covered so hard to bare to see I can, I guess expect, much the same to come to me he was also my best friend and I suffer to this day no wonder about death, I have so much to say every family has their own tales of evidence of things still left unknown and I was always mystified as I'd grown I've studied death from every angle and every written word the physical, metaphysical and all I that I'd heard but death is an illusive foe he hides his secrets well one only learns of these when he comes and to you he'll tell his reason for his taking you and no others are to know no chance of that to happen cause it's your time just then to go well, back to our tale, I'll try to tell it fast my fingers gettin' sore, don't know how long I'll last... when my father died and only at that time the light and fan at his side must'a surely cried cause off they went my eyes did witness this it's something I still wonder maybe I would have just as soon, preferred to miss it's just another tale of things that we may feel, but can't prove in our lifetimes the secret we're not meant to steal.