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Born 1985.
Far too young to go
Here's to you buddy.
Born 1985.
Far too young to go
Here's to you buddy.
Zoltan
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Damn. So sorry to hear this, so young an age I actually feel a bit guilty as I didn't even know about his Cancer, I only really ever read the motors forums and didn't see his other thread. I have now read through both that thread and this, and have a tear in my eye.
RIP Zoltan
I actually feel a bit guilty as I didn't even know about his Cancer, I only really ever read the motors forums and didn't see his other thread. I have now read through both that thread and this, and have a tear in my eye. RIP Zoltan
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Associate
Mirrorring everyone's thoughts, such a young age to go. Thoughts are with the family currently...
Associate
thats far to young.
Soldato
Thought I would share this poem with you all, My Mother read it out at my Granddads funeral he also died of cancer
W. H. Auden
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
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.
Soldato
R.I.P
Another young life taken.
Another young life taken.
Permabanned
Goodnight and Godbless Zoltan.
Associate
feel bad about this as he is much too young to die. RIP mate
Brian
Brian
Soldato
RIP Zoltan
Associate
Very sorry to hear this. My condolences.
Soldato
Rest in Peace Zoltan
Soldato
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Rest in peace Darren
My thoughts and prayers are with you & your family
My thoughts and prayers are with you & your family