Eternal mystery surrounds him until death do us part. Leaving without an encore, we are all left wondering. He shocked us all, as has been his need throughout his adult life. A desire to leave the stage as quickly as he found it. You cannot, it is impossible, unimaginable to comprehend. It’s unfathomable that the gruffness in his voice will no longer echo across your living room, the furrowed brow will not be on show and those piercing eyes that never sleep, eyes that stared through the souls of many who stood with him, are now closed forever. He will never play another round of golf, he’s had his last gasper, no more poker, no more texting. How do you process he is no longer among us.? That he will never again perpetuate the virtues of his homeland, his love of Melbourne, the St Kilda Football Club, Australian cricket, his new-found home away from home, the commentary box. More, some words to help me understand a person everybody knew, or thought they did - a person I met, and was happy to say I did. Anybody, and everybody, has rightly penned their thoughts on the late, great Shane Warne.
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