9/12/84
His was an ancestory that blended into his mould, the affluent Goans of yester years with the dignified peasantry in which circumstances not caste threw their lot- the result- a man pleasing to God and man.
He was all the things a woman basked in- strenght and personality and intelligence- marvellous in someone who was for you, liked you, wanted to help you.
A marvellous listener who didnt talk much, who leaned more about other than they leaned about him.
I much learn to be gentle like Rocky. He kept me as I am and nurtured me so lovingly the way I am- always there to cosset and coddle me when I turned to him to lik my wounds of my own misdeeds. Never a reproach- only a look of pain that I was hurt.
Even to the end he patted me and smiled so sweetly- He just slipped away in the midst of all of us. When he barley closed his eyes to sleep- so unobtrusively leaving no painful parting from his beloved family.
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"A marvellous listener who didnt talk much, who leaned more about other than they leaned about him"
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"A marvellous listener who didnt talk much. They leaned on him rather than he on them"
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I much learn to be gentle like Rocky. He kept me as I am and nurtured me so lovingly the way I am- always there to cosset and coddle me when I turned to him to lik my wounds of my own misdeeds
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I must learn to be gentle like Rocky. He kept me as I am and nurtured me so lovingly the way I am. Always there to cosset and coddle me when I turned to him to lick my wounds of my own misdeeds.
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