زندگى کوتاه و پربار منصور حکمت (ژوبين رازانى) در بعدازظهر چهارم ژوئيه ٢٠٠٢ در کنار خانواده اش در بيمارستان به پايان رسيد. ماه ها قبل از آن با تقديم ترانه اى از خواننده و نوازنده محبوبش يان اندرسن، از دوستانى که نگران و جوياى احوالش بودند تشکر   و در واقع خداحافظى کرد، "� ديگر براى هميشه� "... پس از مرگش سيلى از نامه هاى همدردى و اظهار تاسف از همه جاى دنيا به حزب کمونيست کارگرى و خانواده او سرازير شد. به همت رفقا ايرج فرزاد و صلاح ايراندوست، اين پيامها در سايت روزنه جمع آورى و منتشر شده اند. در شهرهاى مختلف دوستداران او مراسم بزرگداشت و يادبود ترتيب دادند و در همه جا دفاتر يادبود از نوشته هاى پراحساس مردم پر شد... اين صفحه محل ارائه همه اين اسناد ميشود.

At Last, Forever So why are you holding my hand tonight? I'm not intending to go far away. I'm just slipping through to the back room I'll leave you messages almost every day. And who was I to last forever? I didn't promise to stay the pace. Not in this lifetime, babe but we'll cling together: some kind of heaven written in your face. So why are you holding my hand tonight? Well, am I feeling so cold to the touch? Do my eyes seem to focus on some distant point? Why do I find it hard to talk too much? And who was I to last forever? I didn't promise to stay the pace. Not in this lifetime, babe but we'll cling together: some kind of heaven written in your face. So why are you holding my hand tonight? I'm not intending to go far away. I'm just slipping through to the back room I'll leave you messages almost every day. And who was I to last forever? I didn't promise to stay the pace. Not in this lifetime, babe but we'll cling together: some kind of heaven written in your face. From: "Roots To Branches" Album By: Jethro Tull, 1995