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Sidenote: This is a VERY special song to me.
One night we were posting in the Canteen and Texas Cowboy
stopped by and posted it. He said he had been listening
to it in his truck, and it struck him that this is how
he felt about his FReeper friends.
Right backatcha, TC.
Love you.

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I lost it listening to that song.

That so sounds like TC. As I have said to many people, during the entire time of his illness his concern was never for himself. He alway worried about others and their welfare.

Heaven truly is a Blessed now.

(How many Kleenexes do you think I have here? Running out...)

That was a BEAUTIFUL song. Thank you, TC, for thinking of your fellow FReepers when you heard it. We are all in this together. I bet now you see one error in the lyrics. I bet now you know that even after death you will stand by us.

Thank you, Star, for the o so beautiful and o so appropriate music selections. This morning, I was listening to Cowboy Songs by Michael Martin Murphy in honor of TC.

Tonkin kept pinging me to TC's prayer thread, until I got to know more about COB. We exchanged a couple of FReepmails while he was in the hospital, and I wish I had known him.

These are the lyrics from one of MMM's cowboy songs:

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came low and mournfully,
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay,
On his dying bed at the close of day.

He was wasted and pined
till o'er his brow
Death's shades were
slowly gathering now.
He thought of home
and loved ones night,
As the cowboys gathered
to watch him die.

"Oh bury me not
on the lone prairie,
Where the coyotes howl
and the wind blows free.
In a narrow grave
just six by three.
O bury me not
on the lone prairie."

"It matters not,
I've oft been told,
Where the body lies
when the heart grows cold.
Yet grant, oh grant,
this wish to me,
Oh bury me not
on the lone prairie."

"I wish to lie
where a mother's prayer
And a sister's tear
will mingle there,
Where friends can come
and weep o'er me,
Oh bury me not
on the lone prairie."