Wake for Byron: All that and a bag of chips...

I am very relieved tonight.
It was fast, he didn't suffer, there was nothing that could have been done.
It could have happened anytime and thankfully it didn't happen when he was driving or something.
 
I am very relieved tonight.
It was fast, he didn't suffer, there was nothing that could have been done.
It could have happened anytime and thankfully it didn't happen when he was driving or something.

Coronary?
 
I am very relieved tonight.
It was fast, he didn't suffer, there was nothing that could have been done.
It could have happened anytime and thankfully it didn't happen when he was driving or something.

If there is a "good" way to go, that would be it. Patient1 said Byron died sitting in front of his computer... if that's the case, then Byron probably died happy doing something that he enjoyed. We should all be so lucky.

I'm glad you are relieved and comforted knowing Byron didn't suffer. We always imagine the worst, don't we? Luckily we are often wrong. :rose:
 
I just reread this whole thread, early on I was overwhelmed and not taking much in.
Thank you so much!
Your words and thoughts about Byron are great to read, and he would have been totally amazed to read this.

It's been two weeks since he and I last spoke, but in many ways it still feels like yesterday.
I just discovered that I haven't done any dishes since, have run out of clean dishes and there is no room to cook anything.

My version the Auden poem Stop the Clocks, I guess.


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.- W. H. Auden
 
I can't seem to find the thread I've been searching for, but digging has reminded me that when the thread originator frogs out, their threads vanish with them, or used to, without regard to the profoundness or sentimentality of the subsequent posts. Or at least it used to work that way here. Some words aren't immortal on the internet.

I think he loved this thread, the words of Byron while in exile -

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=194191
 
I can't seem to find the thread I've been searching for, but digging has reminded me that when the thread originator frogs out, their threads vanish with them, or used to, without regard to the profoundness or sentimentality of the subsequent posts. Or at least it used to work that way here. Some words aren't immortal on the internet.

I think he loved this thread, the words of Byron while in exile -

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=194191

Sorry, I showed you that the threads are still there even for "frog out" thread starters, but I can't find the thread you are looking for. I don't remember it so I have to go on your memories and that isn't getting me there in the search.
 
aortic aneurysm?

*sigh*

I think so, "natural causes"

When I was in my twenties, a housemate and friend of mine age 24 had his heart wall blow out, it seems very similar in a way, something blew out, ruptured, bled out. Luck of the draw.

Bodies are amazing in their ability to keep themselves together and functioning, but sometimes stuff just happens. Some of us are walking time bombs.
 
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Goodbye Byron

I've been here a long time. I've sparred and barbed and bantered with a lot of people. Most of whom I barely remember. A few, like Byron, I won't ever forget.

One of the few names I'd look for when I logged in. Even if it was just to post something that pissed him off. He could take it. And dish it.

We were often on the same wavelength, if not always on the same side.

He was a kindred poster. I haven't found many like that...

I liked him.

I'll miss him.

Goodbye, Byron. You fucking nut.
 
I think so, "natural causes"

When I was in my twenties, a housemate and friend of mine age 24 had his heart wall blow out, it seems very similar in a way, something blew out, ruptured, bled out. Luck of the draw.

Bodies are amazing in their ability to keep themselves together and functioning, but sometimes stuff just happens. Some of us are walking time bombs.

:rose:
 
Those we hold most dear
...never truly leave us

they live on
.....in the kindness they showed,
......the comfort they shared and
.......the love they brought into our lives.


:rose:
 
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