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I am sorry for your loss Olga.

This song is by Lucinda Williams, but I heard Emmylou Harris sing it first. It's called "This Sweet old World". And this seems like the appropriate place to post it:

For your friend Olga:

See what you lost when you left this world,

this sweet old world

See what you lost when you left this world,

this sweet old world

The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips

A sweet and tender kiss

The sound of a midnight train,

wearing someone's ring

Someone calling your name

Somebody so warm cradled in your arm

Didn't you think you were worth anything

See what you lost when you left this world,

this sweet old world

See what you lost when you left this world,

this sweet old world

Millions of us in love, promises made good

Your own flesh and blood

Looking for some truth, dancing with no shoes

The beat, the rhythm, the blues

The pounding of your heart's drum together with another one

Didn't you think anyone loved you

See what you lost when you left this world,

this sweet old world

See what you lost when you left this world,

this sweet old world

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Thank you all for your kind responses.  I mostly posted this because I've never done anything to memorialize him, and sometimes I wonder if his mother and I are the only people who think about him.

You never forget your first real love.

And you never stop wondering what you could have done to save him.

He was a terrific guy.

olga

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I am sorry for your loss Olga.

This song is by Lucinda Williams, but I heard Emmylou Harris sing it first. It's called "This Sweet old World". And this seems like the appropriate place to post it:

Wow, talk about six degrees of separation. That album, Sweet Old World, was dedicated to her (Lucinda's) ex bf Clyde Woodward, now deceased of cirhossis (spelling terrible), but he used to jam with first dh, and hung out at our house and talked about Lucinda incessantly--drunk out of his gourd. She had long since left him, but came to see him while he was dying in the hospital. I think he was 42. Our pet name for Clyde was "Clyde Carp" for the desperately alcoholic bottom feeder he was.

A moment of silence for Clyde and for Olga's boy. Geez.

I remember 1st dh saying, "Clyde's dead," one of what would be to many taken by drugs and alcohol back then.

Sigh.

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