Same happened to my mother a few years ago. That experience gave her the power to leave my father and start her own life |
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My maternal grandfather, John "Jack" Dillon, died on Halloween, 1980, of a heart attack when I was five years old. He was a World War II veteran, and an alcoholic. He actually died in the hospital, was "revived" then lived another two weeks before going for good. |
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ya gwan fok wid de Baron? ye gotta nodda ting comin. (Formerly known as Baking Nomad.)
Same happened to my mother a few years ago. That experience gave her the power to leave my father and start her own life |
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I fill my heart with fire, with passion, passion for what makes me nostalgic. A unique perspective fuels my fire, makes me discover new passions, more nostalgia. I love it.
"People tell dreamers to reality check and realize this is the real world and not one of fantasies, but little do they know that for us Lucid Dreamers, it all starts when the RC fails"
Add me as a friend!!!
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