Aug 6, 2008

Of rats and men.

Working with or should I say dealing with families over the years the following usually holds true. Everyone will be visited on their death bed by people they don’t even know. Let me explain that one a little. All throughout your life people are going to say and do things to you that are just downright mean. They will say some hurtful things and may even turn their back to you. These people hate themselves so much that they make you pay. That is until death starts creeping around. Deaths breathe wakes up even the biggest asses from their hateful slumber. But usually this arousal only lasts long enough to say the final good bye. Usually it’s a son or grandson that shows up to forget the past just before the final breath. The last absolution of forgiveness to ease a living soul. Finding cheese in a maze of hate.

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