I've yet to lose a close, blood-related family member.
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If you happen to be Canadian, Gord Downie is pretty close to being a household name. Like Gretzky. Or Trudeau. Bieber. Even Tim Horton.
A Shooting Dallas Star
by Dan Pontefract
Love your self; our humanity will prosper.
Love your humanity; neighbours will reciprocate.
Love your neighbour; the community gathers strength.
Love your community;...
Fleeting, life is.
Ephemeral, in fact.
Words so cunning.
But soul? Intact.
The song ain’t done, and
It’s my soul you squeeze.
Much have you taught,
More than you know.
Look in amazement at the stars,
Hug with tenderness a loved one,
Smell the purple in lavender,
Listen to that ocean rage,
Taste the succulence of humble pie.
Aside from the intended irony of this post's title, the recent onslaught of listicle articles across the web has become so dense, so frequent, so...