December 15, 2003

• I Heard The News Today
  

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  A friend of mine took his life and went away.
  He was tired, said he couldn't stay.

  
  

  MORA, John A. 41, of Brookline, MA died unexpectedly on November 19.
  He was the son of Dr. George Mora of Shellpoint Retirement Community,
  Fort Myers, FL & Marilyn Mora of Wakefield, RI.
  Besides his parents, John leaves two sisters, Catherine (Mora) Roberts of Beverly, MA,
  Elizabeth Mora of Brookline, MA and a nephew, Jack Roberts, of Beverly, MA.
  He was born in Poughkeepsie, NY. John was a graduate of the Portsmouth Abby School,
  Wesleyan University, and the Tuck School of Business at Dartmouth College in
  Hanover, NH.  John had been a successful businessman for 20 years working at Hewitt
  Associates, at McKinsey and Company, at the Pharmacia Corporation and at Liberty
  Mutual Insurance Company in Boston.
  John was a a member of the First Unitarian Society in West Newton, MA
  where he served as the clerk on the Board of Trustees.
  A memorial service will be held at the First Unitarian Society of Newton at 1326
  Washington St. in West Newton, MA on Sat., Dec. 13 at 4:00 PM.
  It is requested that in lieu of flowers contributions in John's memory be sent to the Manic
  Depression and Depressive Association at MDDA-Boston, P.O. Box 102,
  Belmont, MA 02478

  
  

  When you first get the news the numbness starts in your brain and moves steadily outward.
  The reality you are experiencing doesn't match the one you knew just moments before.
  The man you saw just recently cooking for us at his new condo just days before is no longer; this is not real, It can't be, but it is.
  

  If there is any universal measure of a person that can be applied it is this;
  what passion and compassion, what sadness and emptiness, what expression of loss
  is brought by your friends to the memorial service.  Judging by the outpouring of wit,
  humor, sadness, grief, loss, love and respect John measured up with the best of them.

  
  

  It is at these times the "I should have" start pouring from our mouths, the "If I only"
  weedles at our senses and invades our sleep.  You can't go here, you must not.  No one
  can tell what a word would do in the unforseen future.  You just have to let it go.

  
  

  And the service was a great learning experience; learning how terribly long John suffered
  from his illness, how terribly his family did not come to grips with it until the end.
  John worked hard at everything he did and maybe he just got tired, thought the game was
  not worth the cost of playing, that a rest would bring peace and joy.

  
  

  I do know John is peaceful and happy now.  John is in a better place happy and content,
  another joyus soul one with God.

  
  

  Good Bye John
  

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  I read the news today oh boy
  
  about a lucky man who made the grade
  
  and though the news was rather sad
  
  well i just had to laugh
  
  i saw the photograph
  
  he blew his mind out in a car
  
  he didn't notice that the lights had changed
  
  a crowd of people stood and stared
  
  thev'd seen his face before
  
  nobody was really sure
  
  if he was from the house of lords
  
  I saw a film today oh boy
  
  the english Army had just won the war
  
  a crowd of people turned away
  
  but i just had to look
  
  having read the book
  
  i'd love to turn you on woke up got out of bed
  
  dragged a comb across my head
  
  found my way downstairs and drank a cup
  
  and looking up i noticed i was late
  
  found my coat and grabbed my hat
  
  made the bus in secounds flat
  
  found my way upstairs and had a smoke
  
  and somebody spoke and i went into a dream
  
  I heard the news today oh boy
  
  four thousand holes in blackburn Lancashire
  
  and though the holes were rather small
  
  they had to count them all
  
  now they know how many holes it takes
  
  to fill the Albert Hall
  
  i'd love to turn you onn.
  
  

  
  

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