The Old Man Wore Shirts Of Medium Size While His Son’s Were All Large & Larger.

“Why do you have to be so fucking rude?!” I asked my nearly dead dad (NDD) while laying right down on his bed during the weakest time of his life in order to confront him face-to-face.

Later, in palliative care rude dude (RD) was thankfully unconscious when I boldly told his wincing Pastor that I wanted to punch him (RD) in the head for being so rude.

Then two daze after The Rudinator took a life hike a nice glass of wine / hoot combo break was ruined by a vivid auditory hallucination from guess which rude dude.

“You expected me to change in the last days of my life?!” came the harsh, convincing delusion.

Next  just echoes of words and rickabounding memories off every wall.

Oh, how I craved adherence to my way of thinking because.

To be heading all these years in the wrong direction.

Was just more than my mind could lift alone.

And before the wine exhausted or the.

Ember extinguished I knew.

Exactly what he meant.

Rude beggars us.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

CAUTION:This is not a step. Its a step ladder.

Depech Mode – Your Own Personal Jesus

Reach out touch faith

[Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who’s there

Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
And then you’re a believer]

Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver

Reach out touch faith X2

[…]

I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver

Reach out touch faith

Your own personal Jesus

Reach out touch faith X6
Lyrics courtesy: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Personal-Jesus-lyrics-Depeche-Mode/334B5A769D53C013482568B700388946

 

 

 

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