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I am in joyful shock and I have come to believe in providence. Providence is not predictive, it is only the extraordinary narrative of life, told as history. On this day, 17 December, the ninth anniversary of my lover and wife passing, I received an envelope with a large amount of money, and…
17 December 2025 Dear friends, I have a message that must be acknowledged. And better that it is engaged in. Ninth Anniversary of the Woman I loved https://www.academia.edu/145443587/Ruth_Buch_Philosophy_Love_and_Universal_Unfolding Dr Neville Buch ABN: 86703686642 Abstract: The life and death of Ruth Elizabeth Buch (died…
You’ll be older too. Ah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you. 15 July 2025, 8:35 A.M. AEST. “I am 64 years old.” When I’m Sixty Four (Release date: 01 June 1967) was written by Paul McCartney. It is said to be one of the first songs…
Don’t Bother Me Song by The Beatles ‧ 1963 Lyrics Since she’s been gone I want no one To talk to me It’s not the same But I’m to blame It’s plain to see So go away and leave me alone Don’t bother me I…
Dear Ruth, It has been eight dead birthdays since you are past. I miss you very much. There is nothing much I can say, that has not always been said. Here is a birthday present for you. “The Waste Land” by T. S. Eliot with some my favourite selections: …
The 17 December is a very sad day, with happy memories 27 years ago. 2024 minus 27 years = 1997. I was never good at maths; had to use a calculator. The machines now give us the answers to which we must respond. 1997. I started my first ‘permanent’ career job, as a…
Thank you, Shane Wright, for “How we die in Australia”, Sydney Morning Herald, October 10, 2024 — 7.45pm. Interesting that other cancers than Prostate, Bone-Blood-Lymphatic, Colon, Lung, do not make the list. In memory of Ruth.
His work so absorbed him. Could she hear him? Could she see him? All aglow was his room, Dazed in this light. He would touch her, He would hold her. Laughing as they danced, Highest colours touching others. Did her eyes at the turn of the century, Tell me plainly. … In the still light…