Sigh. I always cry at dog stories. Its been decades since Davis and Saint passed. The only thing I can describe it as is "survives guilt". I don't miss the people in my life who have left, but I miss them. What the hell is wrong with me. Sigh.
My mama is still alive and well, not even that old, early 40s or late 30s, and I cried for a good long while with that one. How can a story be that powerful? I wonder sometimes if my own memory would be good enough on its own to reconstruct a person who had already died like that. I somehow doubt it would…
They do not die until you forget. Not really, I lost my mother when she was 56 to Acute Myeloid Leukaemia. She beat it four times, but it kept coming back, the fifth time took her. But in a way she is not truly gone because we still remember her. I can hear her voice in my head if I do something stupid, ESPECIALLY if I do something stupid! Time takes much of the pain away, but you always miss them, and always remember. A person does not die until the last person who remembers them does.
If we ever make it to the stars or discover life on other planets, we need to send & translate stories like this so that aliens know just how compassionate and care while also how dangerous humanity is and encourage friendly relationships
* Sniffle *
“Good Doggy!”
* Cries a manly tear.... damnit *
#1 had me in tears and my mom is till alive! 79 and overcame covid! I felt this one.
Mine beat Acute Myeloid Leukaemia four times. The fifth time took her. She was 56.
#1 was very good and did indeed hit 🎯🎯. Bravo to both the writer and the orator.
I got hit with a truck of emotions by the first one
Same
8:06 can be summarized in one phrase “Now you fucked up”
Sigh. I always cry at dog stories. Its been decades since Davis and Saint passed. The only thing I can describe it as is "survives guilt".
I don't miss the people in my life who have left, but I miss them. What the hell is wrong with me. Sigh.
My mama is still alive and well, not even that old, early 40s or late 30s, and I cried for a good long while with that one. How can a story be that powerful? I wonder sometimes if my own memory would be good enough on its own to reconstruct a person who had already died like that. I somehow doubt it would…
They do not die until you forget. Not really, I lost my mother when she was 56 to Acute Myeloid Leukaemia. She beat it four times, but it kept coming back, the fifth time took her. But in a way she is not truly gone because we still remember her. I can hear her voice in my head if I do something stupid, ESPECIALLY if I do something stupid!
Time takes much of the pain away, but you always miss them, and always remember. A person does not die until the last person who remembers them does.
Story two: Give humans a deadline for war and they'll surpass it with ease.
I SAID DON’T HIT ME IN THE FEELS GODDAMNIT
If we ever make it to the stars or discover life on other planets, we need to send & translate stories like this so that aliens know just how compassionate and care while also how dangerous humanity is and encourage friendly relationships
That fisrts story hit me harder than my father.
First story hit me hard
sneeky onion ninja's?
Them and the story hit really close to home for me.
I swear I don't know where those tears came from!
I work on an oil rig in Canada we had this playing over the loud speaker middle of tripping pipe 8 full grown hard men stopped for a moment of silence
So you have chosen extinction then.
Story 1, 0:22
Story 2, 4:35
Story 3, 9:11
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So a Highlander dog?
Story number 1: I'm a White guy married to a Black woman. Yeah, sometimes it's like that. Wouldn't trade her for the world.
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31st 3 November 2023
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