I was sent a text in the early hours.

Hi again nanny.

(and goodbye)
x

dunno Sharon but it was quite sweet awww

@nanny ogg wrote:

By someone who…I guess, watches this site from a precautionary, and most probably a protective standpoint. The text told to read what was being said.
I couldn’t get back to sleep afterwards because of the cacophonous thudding of the last piece of jigsaw falling into place.
And so I will say this:
Time and time again I have done you a terrible disservice. And yet, each time I wandered off into the wild woods, or ran down a blind alley, or explored a dark tunnel, each time, when I realised how lost I had become, I turned around to find you still there.
Your patience, fortitude, intelligence and kindness leaves me humbled.
I love you, I am in love with you, you have given me the most precious of all gifts.
I am saying this here so that you will know that I care not of the others who will read it. I am saying this here so that others will read it.
When you first told me that you had known from the beginning ~ that my mother had told you in a drunken stupor all those years ago ~ I was alight with rage. How could you have known all that time and have said nothing, not reached out? I now know why.
I know that you couldn’t bear the pain of watching me try to find some sparkle in those who are stupid, cruel, and inept. Because you knew I looked for a reason. But I know that you waited in the hope that I would discover the truth that weeds choke and thorns tear ~ and it is best to leave those killers of the soul to rot. Forgiveness is a good thing: it cleanses the soul. But one cannot make a silk purse from a sow’s ear.
Thank you for waiting.
There are all sorts here who will read this with negative, angry, dismissive and arrogant snorts of derision.
It matters not.
I write it here for you to see, and you are all that matters.
I cannot wait for the Atlantic to shrink and to be back in your arms. I will never leave them again.
My only sadness is that it took so long. But thank the gods that the time has finally come.
You are my raison d’etre.

There is only one other person who might read this to whom I would wish to convey a personal message. A pm is called for. Feel free to read it my love. You have my password.

Goodbye sad JC. I have popped my head in as advised. I will never pop it back again.
Only a lucky few can lay on their death beds in the certain knowledge that they tried their hardest to find benevolence in hell.

shine on

@anita Gofradump wrote:

Thats some text message, must of took 50messages to send!

maybe ubermilk sent it

Yet another in the long line of old regs who post their personal farewells only to find that they cant drag themselves away…. no matter how hard they try.