Dell Shannon - Unexpected Death - William Morrow - 1970 (jacket by Lawrence Ratzkin)

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Dell Shannon - Unexpected Death - William Morrow - 1970 (jacket by Lawrence Ratzkin)
A love that never stops ── James Oneshot
synopsis, You and James had something special, something pure. A love that could never be replaced
genre, smau/ idol james x fem! reader
lowercase intended
so... clearly felt a little evil today
thank you all for the love on my last post! i really love doing this! i'll try to have something up for each member soon
Unfortunately, love is not eternal and some of us learn one important lesson in our lives....
The inquest jury's nine recommendations to Island Health and the minister of health call for measures to improve accountability and the inve
When Paul Spencer died following an altercation with security officers at Victoria's Royal Jubilee Hospital in 2019, his family says they were left searching for answers amid inconsistent reports. One week out from the fifth anniversary of his death, a coroner's inquest has shed new light on the circumstances surrounding Spencer's death — and posted recommendations to the B.C. minister of health and to Island Health to improve accountability for investigations into similar deaths. As a verdict of accidental death was read by the jury's foreman, Spencer's mother, Angela Spencer, sat in the front row of the gallery. Richard Neary, her lawyer, sat beside her with an arm around her shoulders.
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It is a terrible thing to have to explain to a child that God’s plan is not fair and I did not expect to be in this position today.
I've heard so many times about death,
I've seen its darkness and its depth.
I've been obsessed with life too much...
Was that enough for May and March?
I've known all tears, screams, and cries...
I've hated all your evening lies.
And now I possibly can't see
That what you're telling right to me
Is not a joke, is not a prank...
You never have the way of rank...
But though it seems like every time
I want to say that someone's mine
They all should die, should leave me here
But I don't even know what's "here"...
When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.
John Irving