He had a son, he loved him dearly.
He gave up his right to a family for his birdy.
In his own way, he was like a father to us.
Due to his inflexible mindset, I failed him.
His dying was long and lonesome.
And… we’re born alone and depart alone.
Lots of crocs’ tears after death seeking sympathy.
Lonesome dying is a precedent set in early life, as a choice.
R.I.P. Roman, I’m glad you are free. 14Jan2021
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