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Frank McCourt, author of Angela's Ashes died of meningitis at age 78.

Sail on, Frank.

Slán leat, Mr McCourt!

Sail on Frank!

it was in the local papers here last week ( he lived in the area) , that he wasn't doing well at all.....Sail on Frank!!

Sail on, Frank.

Sail on Mr. McCourt and Thanks.

Sail on Frank.

Sail on, Frank.

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.


Thanks, Teacher Man. Your words have left a big impression on me.

Nice tribute to Mr. McCourt by Mitch Album in today's Free Press.

Frank McCourt was an Irishman and an American treasure

Sail on, Frank....