The death of Ivan Ilych

February 8, 2015 nedhamson 10 Comments

My father committed suicide at age 57, I was 18. Ever since then, I realized that we are dying from the moment we are born. Accidents can take us at any time – so all time is a gift, even if we do not always appreciate it. Live and die each day, each moment. I have been oh so close 4 or five times – I wonder if I will laugh, sigh or cry.

10 thoughts on “The death of Ivan Ilych”

penniewoodfall says:

February 9, 2015 at 05:29

That is very honest of you Sir Ned…
Mine drank themselves to death…it took them another 10 years…far too long! grin
1. nedhamson says:
  
  February 9, 2015 at 06:26
  
  Long death more difficult for all 😔
2. penniewoodfall says:
  
  February 9, 2015 at 06:28
  
  As long as I don’t spin mine out! grin
3. nedhamson says:
  
  February 9, 2015 at 06:31
  
  When that time comes go quietly and rhaaaa into the night?😉
4. penniewoodfall says:
  
  February 9, 2015 at 09:02
  
  Don’t be silly…..it’ll be croak into the night…gasp croak gasp rattle roll against the dying light…..hahaha
5. penniewoodfall says:
  
  February 9, 2015 at 11:36
  
  Hey Hamson,there is a song…Howlin Sleepers..sings about this..remind me..
6. nedhamson says:
  
  February 9, 2015 at 21:23
  
  Howlin Sleepers?
7. penniewoodfall says:
  
  February 10, 2015 at 04:17
  
  A group….in one of their songs they sing hopin 2 die at night ‘peacefully’ grin
nedhamson says:

February 9, 2015 at 10:49

The frogman croak into the night rock and roll all night long
penniewoodfall says:

February 10, 2015 at 07:13

Wonderful! grin….That is How It is! Yeah!
I am not alone….croak…….does he turn into the handsome prince who will rescue me? grin