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This week, I lost a good friend. Her name was Veronic. She was this feisty old lady where I work. Nothing that I write can do her justice as you just had to know this lady. Lets put it this way...her heart could not be measured.

What I liked about her was that she would never take any of my shit and call me out when I thought i was "too big for my britches"...(southern term)

She also had one of those rubber testicles hanging from the back of her car.

This lady had balls.

Some people leave a footprint with their lives and let me tell you...V was bigfoot.

Last year, I also lost a close friend named Tyler..and that was hard to get over.

I remember the last thing that I said to Tyler and Veronic....and when I said it...i could never imagine not seeing them again.

What I am trying to say, is that you never know when a hole will open up in your life, and swallow someone you know....so, try to tell people how you feel and how much you appreciate their friendship.

I am not writing this thread to cleanse myself, or cope with loss....I want Mingles to have a remembrance Garden for everybody.

So...if you want...you can post a memory of somebody you lost...or a simple shout out to somebody that touched your lives that is no longer here.

We all owe a death, and sometimes you have to pay your dues sooner than you think.

So enjoy life...touch others...pick people up when they fall down....and have fun.

Post anything you want....and include a funny story about that person if you want.

this is our Garden

bo

you guys can include celebs also

My dad always wore a black cowboy hat. Something else he was known for. He was buried with it. And I wore mine and my baby girl wore hers to the funeral. I put it on when I stood up to speak about him, even though we were in church. My speech was as he would have wanted it...bragging about his skills. He loved to talk about himself and he loved for people to talk about him. He had the absolute best, most evil laugh and what I called a half ass grin when he was up to no good. And I made everyone there laugh out loud at least once or twice. We just spoke, me - my mom- and my dad, about three months ago about wills and deaths, etc. He told me he never wanted anyone standing over him crying. So I made sure everyone was smiling when we took him to lay him to rest.

The main thing I will never forget of our time in the hospital was his eyes. They were sky blue when the doctor raised his eyelids for a neuro check. I could always tell what mood he was in by the color of his eyes. Bright green was upset, pissed, or stressed. Those beautiful calm sky blue eyes is when he was happy and content.

Thanks for the thread, Bo. I still have not been able to let go and grieve. My daddy always made me be responsible for taking care of my mom and sisters. So, this is their time. A friend emailed the following to me today. I hope it brings some comfort to all of you dealing with a loss.

"The reality is that we don't forget, move on, and have closure, but rather we honor, we remember, and incorporate our deceased loved ones into our lives in a new way. In fact, keeping memories of your loved one alive in your mind and heart is an important part of your healing journey." Harriet Schiff

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roses here in the garden for your dad

he had a big spirit

bo leaves some flowers and some plastic nuts in the garden for Veronic...i dont wanna say goodbye today...so I will not

see ya on the other side V

I have realized that I suck at grief....oh well

the whole playing at the service of Prince "when doves cry"/...was awkward...they shoulda went with a radio friendly version.

The pastor quoted something from the bible from Solomon

"we should spend more time at funerals than festivels"...i dont know if I agree...but I get the point that we should spend more time reflecting and changing things we dont like about our lives.

I also dont get the whole "open casket" thing....they really do not look like themselves

anyway

I will leave some more flowers for Veronic and move on

bo

In life only death is a certainty....

Epitaph from an "Unknown" grave reads.....

Remember me as you pass by

As you are now

So once was i

As i am now

Someday you'll be

Prepare for death

And follow me......

May they rest in peace

I think playing Prince is awesome...music is very powerful and your personal taste in music is one of the things that defines you. To play music they loved instead of a bunch of church songs they probably never heard anyway is an honor to their memory. I played Freddie Fender, Hank Sr and Patsy Cline at my dad's visitation. Then I started my speech with "i know you all think that hearing Hank and company in church is inappropriate, but my dad loved it as much as my mom hated it. and the only thing he loved more than their music was getting under my mom's skin....so I am helping him get on her nerves one last time" It broke the spell of sadness. It was a moment when everyone chuckled, exchanged looks and nods because they knew it was true. It set the mood for laughter and rememberence. It was like they were all waiting on permission to talk about him in any tone but the solemn one.

All funerals should end on a happy note. We should not be there to mourn our loss. That is selfish on our part. But to celebrate their lives. Remember the fun times, the important milestones, not discuss what killed them in the end or the last moments of suffereing. I don't want anyone mourning and crying for me. If I could look down on my funeral, I want to see my family and friends reliving all of the jokes, the pranks, the holidays, the birthdays, the childhood stories, all of the times we spent together...I want to see them slapping each other on the back and guffawing out loud. I want someone to host a party after they bury me in the ground with food and music and pictures and videos of all of the good times and lots of laughter. That is the only way to go out. Knowing you touched everyone and made their days a little more fun.

And don't move on just yet. Stick around. Remembering her is honoring her.

but thanks for your words short cake!

she woulda laughed

The sun shall no longer be your light by day,

nor the moon shine on you when evening falls;

the Lord shall be your everlasting light,

your God shall be your glory.

Never again shall your sun set

nor your moon withdraw her light;

but the Lord shall be your everlasting light

and the days of your mourning shall be ended.

Isaiah 60:19-20

and thanks Traveler....the plaque is in the garden also

one of the things that the pastor said today was....if you want to honor a lost love one...do something today that you have been putting off

My heart sincerely goes out to his wife and 4 young children, to his parents and family. They are loosing a great young man, but we were all truly blessed to have him with us as long as we did. I'd dont know if I will ever forget the gentle easy way he was at work or his jokes about being 'Mr. Enlightenment'. . . .The Lord is bringing home a true angel amongst us.

I wish I could say more but words escape me . . . if anything, if anything I hope by knowing him, by being touched by who he is that I can be a little more like him in everything that I do, gonna take an extra second to just enjoy the blessings I have been given and not worry as much about the rest. . . it will all work itself out anyways as he would say and it does.

rip

sorry for your loss

LONDON Florence Green never saw the front line. Her war was spent serving food, not dodging bullets.

But Green, who has died at age 110, was the last known surviving veteran of World War I. She was serving with the Women's Royal Air Force as a waitress at an air base in eastern England when the guns fell silent on Nov. 11, 1918.

It was not until 2010 that she was officially recognized as a veteran after a researcher found her service record in Britain's National Archives.

Green died Saturday at the Briar House Care Home in King's Lynn, eastern England, two weeks before her 111th birthday, the home said.

Retired Air Vice-Marshal Peter Dye, director-general of the RAF Museum, said it was fitting that the last survivor of the first global war was someone who had served on the home front.

"In a way, that the last veteran should be a lady and someone who served on the home front is something that reminds me that warfare is not confined to the trenches," Dye said.

"It reminds us of the Great War, and all warfare since then has been something that involved everyone. It's a collective experience ... Sadly, whether you are in New York, in London, or in Kandahar, warfare touches all of our lives."

She was born Florence Beatrice Patterson in London on Feb. 19, 1901, and joined the newly formed Women's Royal Air Force in September 1918 at the age of 17.

The service trained women to work as mechanics, drivers and in other jobs to free men for front-line duty. Green went to work as a steward in the officers' mess, first at the Narborough airdrome and then at RAF Marham in eastern England, and was serving there when the war ended.

Decades later, Green remembered her wartime service with affection.

"I met dozens of pilots and would go on dates," she said in an interview in 2008. "I had the opportunity to go up in one of the planes but I was scared of flying. I would work every hour God sent. But I had dozens of friends on the base and we had a great deal of fun in our spare time. In many ways, I had the time of my life."

After the war she stayed in the area, raising three children with her husband Walter Green.

Once her service record was rediscovered, the RAF embraced the centenarian veteran, marking her 110th birthday in February 2011 with a cake.

Asked what it was like to be 110, Green said "It's not much different to being 109."

She praised the officers she had served during the war as perfect gentlemen.

"It was very pleasant and they were lovely," she said. "Not a bit of bother. They kept us on our toes and there was no slacking."

A delegation from the air base had been due to visit Green on Feb. 19 to celebrate her 111th birthday.

"When we heard the news there was a palpable silence, because we all hoped she would make it," said Squadron Leader Paula Willmot.

RAF Marham's station commander, Group Captain David Cooper, said Green "will be sorely missed and our thoughts are now with her friends and family."

World War I "the war to end all wars" killed about 20 million people in four years of fighting between the Allied powers including Britain, France and the United States and Germany and its allies.

The last known soldier to have fought in the brutal trench warfare that has become the enduring image of the conflict was Britain's Harry Patch, who died in 2009 aged 111.

The last American veteran of the conflict was Frank Buckles of Charles Town, West Virginia, who drove ambulances in France for the U.S. Army. He died in February 2011.

The war's last known combatant, Royal Navy veteran Claude Choules, died in Australia in May.

There are no known French or German veterans of the war left alive.

After Choules' death, Green became the war's last known surviving service member, according to the Order of the First World War, a U.S.-based group that tracks veterans.

Andrew Holmes of the Gerontology Research Group, the researcher who found Green's service record, also said she was the last known survivor of the conflict and the sixth oldest person in Britain.

Green's husband died in 1970. She is survived by two daughters, a son and several grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

The date of her funeral was not immediately known, but Willmot said air force personnel would attend, and the RAF Association would provide a bugler and a Union Jack to drape on the coffin

"It will be a real send-off for her," Willmot said.

Whitney Houston, Superstar of Records, Films, Dies

By NEKESA MUMBI MOODY | Associated Press 11 minutes ago

LOS ANGELES (AP) Whitney Houston, who reigned as pop music's queen until her majestic voice and regal image were ravaged by drug use, erratic behavior and a tumultuous marriage to singer Bobby Brown, has died. She was 48.

Publicist Kristen Foster said Saturday that the singer had died, but the cause and the location of her death were unknown.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYzlVDlE72w&ob=av2e

The Greatest Love of All - Whitney Houston

it meant a lot to me at the time,

and dancing to (jr/sr high dances)

I wanna dance with you - Whitney Houston

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eH3giaIzONA&feature=branded

I pray she has found peace, so gifted, so talented, prayers to her family . . . .

May she finally be at Peace.

All life is sacred. Since life is an affirmation of the

Creator, I shall live on, even when I am gone. In

trailing clouds of glory shall I return to my Creator

only to find that I had never really left. I shall walk

among the lilies of the field and leave my trail in

stardust in the sky.

Monkees Singer Davy Jones Dies

Davy Jones, the lead singer of the 1960s rock band The Monkees has died. He was 66.

An official from the Martin County, Fla. medical examiners office confirmed to ABC News that the office has been notified of Jones death and is is currently evaluating whether or not the medical examiners office will take jurisdiction.

Representatives for Jones did not immediately respond to ABCNews.coms requests for comment. Jones is survived by his wife, Jessica, and four daughters from previous marriages.

The British born Jones joined The Monkees in 1965 and fronted a stable of rock hits, including Daydream Believer and Im a Believer. The band was formed as part of a TV series about a rock band also called The Monkees. When the show got canceled in 1971, the group, which included Micky Dolenz, Peter Tork, and Michael Nesmith, broke up.

They reunited in various incarnations, most recently last spring for a tour through England and America. A second leg of the tour was slated for fall 2011 but the dates were axed without explanation in August.

Trust me,we will always remember you for sure...

The Monkees - Daydream Believer (Soando Despierto) Subtitulada

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOfsPSXqJDc&feature=related

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Edna Chadwell, Last Madam of the infamous Chicken Ranch Brothel

Wednesday, February 29,

Edna Milton Chadwell, the last madam of the Chicken Ranch, an infamous La Grange brothel which became of subject of a ZZ Top song, a Broadway hit and a movie starring Burt Reynolds and Dolly Parton, has died in Phoenix. She was 84.

Robert Kleffman, one of Chadwell's nephews, said his aunt died Feb. 25 of complications from injuries she received in a car wreck last October.

The Chicken Ranch, which received national infamy after the staging of "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas" on Broadway, reportedly was the oldest continuously operating brothel in the nation when it closed in August 1973, following an expose by KTRK consumer reporter Marvin Zindler.

Chadwell was born in Caddo County, Okla. in 1928. The Dust Bowl and the Great Depression forced the family, which included 11 children, to move frequently between Oklahoma, Texas and Arizona.

In 1952, Chadwell found her way to La Grange where she tried out at the Chicken Ranch. Nine years later, she bought it for $30,000 after the previous owner, Miss Jessie Williams, died.

For the next 12 years, the ranch was the worst kept secret in La Grange.

In 1973, acting on a tip, Zindler aired an expose that lead to the brothel's demise.

"Action 13 received an anonymous complaint about two alleged houses of prostitution," was how Zindler opened his nightly segment in late July 1973. "The complainant said the houses were operating openly in our neighboring towns of Sealy and La Grange. It's illegal to operate a house of prostitution in Texas. And past history shows they cannot function without someone in authority protecting them."

By Aug. 1, Zindler's pressure resulted in Gov. Dolph Briscoe ordering law enforcement to close the two "bawdy houses," as Zindler called them. The next day, Fayette County Sheriff T.J. Flournoy complied.

Kleffman said that after the Chicken Ranch closed, Chadwell moved to Gladewater and got married. After her husband's death, she married Clayton Chadwell and moved to Phoenix, where she remained until she died.

Kleffman said his aunt did not talk much about her time at the Chicken Ranch and that her neighbors in Phoenix probably had no idea about her past.

"She protected her privacy," he said.

She did, however, share with him that she "thoroughly did not like Zindler because he stuck his nose in where it didn't belong" and hated the movie, which was based on the Broadway musical written by Larry King.

"She said the movie was a joke," Kleffman said. "There was nothing about it right except that it happened in a whorehouse."

Thoughts and Hugs!

always kind of thought of dogs, and yes cats too as little angels sent from above. They give so freely, so unconditionally to us . . . . little angels to comfort us on our time here on earth. Might be silly but always been that way for me . . . they show me there are fun things to be silly about, laugh about, that its important to just take a moment and relax . . enjoy the sun shining in, such wisdom, such courage, such joy, moments when its okay to whine and cry, and comfort when those moments come. They know their purpose, and what a truly awesome one they have

Animals do understand, and if we would only listen, teach us all we need to know.

We remember them often, in a thousand different ways...In the morning..In the night...When we look at the stars...A date...A new song...a place... a smell...

In memory of those who have left us too soon...

The mother of two children, a boy and a girl, she lost her only son when he was just 20 years old. I dont know of many sorrows greater than the loss of a child, particularly one so young but her faith got her thru. She did not become bitter or hateful, she leaned on her God.

We recieved the news this week that she had been taken to the hospital, her kidneys were failing and she was placed in an oxygen tent. The doctors have stated it is merely a matter of time now, she is on her way to our Lord in heaven where she will join her husband and son.

The last few times I saw her she fulfilled a very special need inside of me. Having grown up predominantly around my mother's family I often felt out of place, as if somehow I didnt quite fit in . . . .my aunt Delores well she took me over and showed me the pictures she had of our family and she went on and on about how much I looked like my father, my grandfather and oh how tickled pink she was that her granddaughter and I could almost pass as twins. She wanted to in her own way let me know that I did belong somewhere, that I was apart of something much bigger than I knew and I am pretty sure she knew that I needed to hear that at the time (I had just began my own family).

That was 20 years ago now and I lost track of her thru the years, she is in my prayers today. . .her and her daughter and granddaughter. I know they will miss her greatly but she is going to a better place She has lived a good life, made her mark in her own way

!! so in a way it has been a good thing, catching up a bit. Was sent some old pics of the brothers together and a couple of the grandkids from that side of the family a lil before I was born. She was a good women and will be missed greatly. . . she left a legacy of kindness and faith in her wake

The world loses great people everyday and its the footprint they left that will help those grieve in a remembrance way.

sorry for your loss.

bo

rip Delores

My condolences and may she rest in peace Angel

Celebrate her life and Honor her in death......

I'm sure she has touched many...

so break out the bottle

I will spill a 40 for my lost homies, though.

And prayer for the families left behind

Flatt and Scruggs were best known for their 1949 recording "Foggy Mountain Breakdown," played in the 1967 movie "Bonnie and Clyde," and "The Ballad of Jed Clampett" from "The Beverly Hillbillies," the popular TV series that debuted in 1962.

Flatt and Scruggs were best known for their 1949 recording "Foggy Mountain Breakdown," played in the 1967 movie "Bonnie and Clyde," and "The Ballad of Jed Clampett" from "The Beverly Hillbillies," the popular TV series that debuted in 1962.

And his wife Susan died in December od breast Cancer

She had been fighting for 11 years battling with it

So her demise was not as unexpected as Davids

I feel bad for the kids they left behind

And for Davids poor old Mom and Dad now left to raise the teenage son and daughter

May God comfort them and bless them with the means to raise and support the kids

Rest in peace my Brother and Sister ...

I know you are watching over your children

And praising your Mom and Dad...

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"/"

Died too young...

Though we mourn your passing into the unknown

This is for you my friends

We will miss you until we also pass through the door to tomorrow...

The Old 12 Girls Band "Asu e No Tobira" The Door To Tomorrow

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=aMjuuA8VWyc

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{A bed of Roses}

Today, Joe Avezzano passed.

known around dallas as just "coach joe", joe coached the cowboys special teams for a lil over 10 years.

maybe not well known nationally, coach joe was a fixture of local dallas sports.

He was always so full of life and used to tell me the craziest ass stories of him always wearing a cape like Zorro....not making ths up...he wore it around town for some reason

I covered the Dallas Desperados indoor football team for 1 year and coach joe was always accomadating when it was interview time and he would tell it like it is....

funniest thing i can remember right now was a post game interview

I asked..."coach, would you ever like to be the head coach of an nfl team if the offer was right"

without missing a beat, he said :"sure, its always good to get head offers"....i dont think he got why i was laughing

when I would see him in public, he would always approach me first and ask about my family.

Coach Joe died from a heart attack today at 68 while running on a treadmill in Italy. He was the head coach of the Milan team...he never wanted to stop coaching

the bo show gives air knuckles to his kids, Tony and Diane and clears a place in the Garden for a special man.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Avezzano

I will miss ya coach!

bo

Marshall was a drummer and drum teacher who used his earnings to set up a music shop in west London in 1960. Among his customers were the likes of Ritchie Blackmore and Pete Townshend, and it was through talking to them that Marshall realised there was a gap in the market for a guitar amplifier cheaper than the American-made models popular at the time. When, at Townshend's request, a Marshall 1959 amplifier head was teamed with a cabinet, the "Marshall stack" was born, becoming the defining feature in rock bands' backlines for generations to come.

Virtually every major guitarist has used Marshall amps at one time or another, and giant arrays of Marshall cabs often suggested to be empty boxes, with no actual amplification purposes have become key stage props for generations of metal bands, especially.

Among the musicians paying their respects to the late innovator was former Guns N' Roses guitarist Slash, who tweeted: "The news of Jim Marshall passing is deeply saddening. R & R will never be the same w/out him. But, his amps will live on FOREVER!"

American blues-rock guitarist Joe Bonamassa also showed his appreciation on Twitter: "A very sad day for the Marshall family. My thoughts and prayers go out to Paul and his family. Rest in Peace Jim Marshall OBE."

Marshall Amps posted a tribute to its founder on its website. It read:

"It is with profound sorrow that we announce the passing of our beloved founder and leader for the past 50 years, Jim Marshall. While mourning the Guv'nor though, we also salute a legendary man who led a full and truly remarkable life.

"Jim's ascent into the history books as 'the Father of Loud' and the man responsible for 'the Sound of Rock' is a true rags-to-riches tale. Cruelly robbed of his youth by tubercular bones, Jim rose to become one of the four forefathers responsible for creating the tools that allowed rock guitar as we know and love it today to be born. The groundbreaking quartet also includes the late, great trio of Leo Fender, Les Paul and Seth Lover together with Jim, they truly are the cornerstones of all things rock.

"In addition to the creation of the amps chosen by countless guitar heroes and game-changing bands, Jim was also an incredibly humble and generous man who, over the past several decades, has quietly donated many millions of pounds to worthy causes.

"While the entire Marshall Amplification family mourns Jim's passing and will miss him tremendously, we all feel richer for having known him and are happy in the knowledge that he is now in a much better place which has just got a whole lot louder!

"Rest in Peace & thank you Jim.

"Your memory; the music and joy your amps have brought to countless millions for the past five decades; and that world-famous, omnipresent script logo that proudly bears your name will always live on."

I've been tempted to post it since Bo started this thread. Great thread Bo! And on the flight down here I was adding to my journal and saw it again. So I edited it a little/lot to shorten it, added the dates and here it is. It's still kinda long. Bo will quit reading after.

I had a terrible week leading up to Christmas Day.

On the 17th, Sat, I received a call from my Sister that a long time friend of mine, the first person I ever met when I moved to Texas, had died of double pneumonia. He was only 54yo. And his family wanted to know if I was in and would speak at his funeral on Tuesday the 20th.

He was mainly a caregiver to his invalid Mother and had fallen on a pipe Thursday and thought his chest pain was from that. By Saturday the pain was worse and he went to the emergency room. He was being lifeflighted to Tyler, Texas two hrs later and died enroute. Terrible loss and much too young.

While watching Monday Night Football (Steelers at 49ers) on the 19th and going over what I would say at the funeral. I had a knock on the door shortly after halftime. It was a game warden whom I knew and a man I didnt (Brazos County Deputy).

They informed me that a plane had crashed on my neighbors land.

(http://www.beaumontenterprise.com/news/article/5-killed-in-plane-crash-in-central-Texas-2413956.php

and parts of the plane may be on my property.

They were going to go over the fence and Doug said they'd better tell me first to be safe. We loaded up in the trucks and went to the back of my property. We saw a piece of the tail section and some other pieces. When we got to the fence, I hooked a chain on three t-posts, cut the strands of wire and pulled it out. We could sort the livestock out later. We drove over toward the crash site and I saw a small child safety seat in the rain and mud. I've seen death many times before, but this shook me to my soul.

I told Doug they didn't need me there and returned to the house. I learned later that 5 people had perished, including a 14yo girl and a 2yo boy. Seems the plane somehow came apart in the air during the storm. Except to repair the fence, chase the cows and horses with quads and add a gate. I went with the older grandchildren once (everyone at school was talking about it) to leave flowers and a stuffed animal. I'm still bothered to go up back.

I did return to the house and finished what I would say at David's funeral.

I spoke the normal expected talk about his being in a better place and those who were left to suffer the loss. And then I told one of my favorite memories of him. This is what I said.

"I want to share my favorite memory of David. I realize this is a mixed company crowd, but the Lord already knows, so I will tell it anyway."

I'm not from Texas, but I got here as quick a I could. The one thing I know and will remember about David was his love for Dr Pepper. Not being from Texas, believe me, it's an acquired taste. I drink them now. But that first one

I never saw him without one. He always said "It"s a Texas thing" We went to Waco once to get some parts for my car Lucille in the mid 70's. He drove and we stayed late(cough, toke, "take it off," Ill Drink to That) and were returning thru Mexia in the AM and he was flying. He was in a hurry to get a Dr Pepper.

We got pulled over in Mexia and I"m thinking, O Boy, big trouble here. The cop comes to the window and asks why we are going so fast. I lean over and say, "Ask him. He wants a Dr Pepper. Give him a ticket." The cop takes our licenses and checks them, gives them back and says, "Get your Dr Pepper and get home." I'm thinking, "Damn, it really is a Texas thing."

And these last three days Im thinking, "I bet if they didn't before, They have Dr Pepper in Heaven now."

Then on Thursday 22nd, one of my Aggie renters, Joseph Villavisencio of Jacksonville, Texas was killed in a car crash going home after the last practice for the Aggies bowl game.

http://www.theeagle.com/local/Texas-A-amp-amp-M-football-player-dies-in-wreck--6859668

Witnesses say he swerved right to avoid a buzzard and left the road, over corrected and hit a Semi head on. I tell my kids all the time. Keep straight and hit it, most of the time it will be gone too. Dont wreak for crimminy sakes. Another tragedy and going much too young and close to home. He was like one of the family, and I had met most of his too.. Another funeral to attend. They waited till the week after Christmas.

All those losses right before Christmas put a damper on the "celebratory" side of it for me. At the same time it increased my Spiritual sense of Christmas though. And got me to thinking too.

I thought about life, how fleeting it is and how one should live it like there is no time left to waste. I've pretty much done that my entire life already.

This was right after H_W's bucket list forum that really wasn't a bucket list forum, but turned into one. I don't have a bucket list. Now I realize you should have one, but not to do after you retire, or after you find out you have a terminal disease and one year to live, or think the world will end on Dec 22, 2012.

But because whatever you put on it is what you ought to be doing anyway.

If the list of things you would do to make the final year of your life count is really, really different from your life today, you're doing life wrong. If you want to sky-dive or scuba-dive, do it. If you want to open a bakery, do it. If you want to go to Venice, do it. If you wouldn't spend your last year with your spouse, why spend the next year with your spouse? If you wouldn't spend the last year of your life doing what you're doing now, why spend the next year doing it?

I pretty much have the life I want. If I didn't I'd change.

If you don't, you should change. And you don't have to wait for cancer, Mayan Calendars and senseless unexplainable deaths to grant you permission.

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As I post this, and dig thru the latest forum flooding meltdown to find this forum, Im reminded again by the site twit how shallow some are. When I first came to mingles there were plenty of "real" folks in here to share real conversations, thoughts and concerns with. And it grows to be less and less as time passes. I dont have enough time to do what I want with the time allowed in life, let alone have time for fake profiles. I suppose I should be flattered that he thinks I care about him. But in reality, he can go fvck himself. Sorry, I wont take the bait. I could care even less who it is. They are both disgusting. Hes the proven fake profile pro on here.

Thanks for your time and ears Ya'll! And thanks again Bo for a great thread!

Life is too short, too short to let grudges stand, too short to not love, too short not to do the things in this life that dreams are made of. . . . .

"No matter where you are in life right now, no matter who you are, no matter how old you are - it is never to late to be who you were meant to be." - unknown

thank you for sharing, my heartfelt condolences that for you and those who had to go thru those losses during the Christmas season.

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sidenote, the latest forum flooding episode has been discouraging for me. I dont want to post, or read, or even really take the time out to visit mingles because of it. I dont enjoy mudsliggin, dont enjoy watching someone melt down in front of my eyes. Mingles has been a place where I could share tidbits, thoughts and a few laughs here and there. Its been a place to socialize during a time when my social world shrank .. . . its hard to socialize, hard to have compassion for folks when it is clearly evident that this is a game in their mind. . . . its hard to relate to a person who projects nothing but a superficial need to always be the center of attention. It in itself has become a slow death amongst the forums and it is sad.

keep hope alive

and that was a very well thought and well written post, Shop....bravo to you sir

p.s...i quit reading after I read it twice

good job Shop....and do not ever get discouraged by the petty stuff here....its just insecurity and I might add cowardice

anybody can chat and post in forums, but when I challenge TCK...he always runs and hides

bo

WOW! I think the tears started when you said "They have Dr. Pepper in Heaven now".

What a terrible time for you, not just the losses of your friends, but tragedy literally in your backyard in the midst of it all. And what a wonderful way to honor your friend and wonderful insight and outlook because of it all. Wonderfully written, great read. God bless you, Shop.

The best of mingles is the real banter between real folks. The comic relief of the real folks is nice too. The real threads and chats of everyday people and friends sharing real life experiences.

The useless hate filled and race baiting posts and dumb subject topic threads and fake profiles created by the "few" who can't or won't participate get old and bothersome quick.

Regardless of the fake profiles and useless baited posts to elicit juvenile responses and behavior, or perhaps in spite of it or because of it, who knows....I have found some great friends here in Minglesland and some of those friendships I have continued outside of Minglesland. I think those that have followed me outside of this world that utilizes shady profiles and screen names and vague descriptions can attest that I am in the "real" world the same person that I am in here, though in all of my story telling, the only name that stays the same in both worlds is that of my dad, Pete, because I can't think of him as anything but. I know at one time I made the remark that the crowd here could really never know anyone that well. It would be too easy to create a persona (as evidenced many times over) But, there are real people here looking for real conversation, real connections, real banter, as Shop calls it . And it's not all that hard to weed out those who aren't here for the real side of it.

Once again, Bo....if you have read this far into this...Great thread! You did good.

hold a good thought for one of our chatters, Leecey....her son is going into major surgery tomorrow morning, (i dont want to get into details as it is her business)....but hold a good thought and a shout out prayer from the bo show

stay strong lil guy!!

and for my brother Craig who is not doing well and is in the hospital with major kidney problems

my stories of my older brother and how special he is would take me 4 hours to type......so

stay strong brutha!!!

give us some good vibes and remember not only the ones we lost, but the ones who need help

bo

take advantage of every moment you have, take in all the stories and never forget

i lost my grandfather 6 years ago arpil 1st...his birthday is tomorrow, i still miss him so very much....tomorrow i will remember the wonderful life he lead...you will always be loved pappap

and thanks guys...we know whats up

bet the forum clogger tck hates this.....*as i twist my moustache

God bless the beasts and children !

I hope they will both have speedy recovery

thanks also Cap....this is all of Our garden.

Hope all these positive thoughts can make a difference.

More prayers and positive thoughts for Craig too. And all the gracious people above.

This is an excellent Garden for these concerns too. We remember, honor and share the memories of those gone, and remember and share hope for those here with heavy loads.

he contributed alot

clearing a place in the garden for a legend

You had a Hell of a ride !

Rock On !

Still in my Thoughts and Prayers!

Has to be a parents worst nighmare. Hang in there Leecey!

Justice was a puppy who had gasoline poured on him and set on fire in Pleasant grove, a suburb of dallas, tx

a bunch of people looked on laughed and when the police arrived, they scattered.

Justice was found hiding behind an AV unit, still alive, but with burns on 70 percent of the body, the most serious on the stomach.

Justice recentley passed away due to the injuries after a strong fight.

This case spotlights how low and cruel people can be, but also spotlights the good humanity in people.

I did a dog run last week and raised alot of money for Justice...so there are good people too.

If you have a chance, give to your local doggie charities and rescue efforts.

I will clear a special place in the garden and Justice will never be forgotten

a candlelight vigil will be held tomorrow night in downtown dallas

bo

Might be nice to see if there are any local businesses that might be interested in doing the same thing there? just a thought but its a great way to create awareness.

I'd like to see that catch on in more cities and places.

Sang vocals most notably on "The Weight" and "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down"

Sorry for the loss, I think you learned a lot from her.

I lost my aunt this morning. She was diagnosed with cancer just 6 weeks ago. She went in for what she thought was a sinus infection and was found to have brain mets. By the time she had a PET scan, it was found everywhere, lungs, liver, lymph nodes, spinal fluid, bone...This is my dad's sister in law. I think her favorite story to tell is how Jesse James was her great, great uncle. And there is no doubt in my mind she could pull off a train robbery James style. She was a tough old bird. She had to be to have married into this family and stuck it out for 50 some odd years.

I am soooo ready for this year to be over.

Tough year indeed, Angel. Thanks. Her son - my first cousin - and I are the same age. He has been holding his family together for the last several weeks. He has not gone one day since my dad died without sending me a text or making a phone call to check in with me. We were very close as kids then after high school and adult life kicked in, drifted apart. Crazy the things in life that drive you back to your family.

Daddy's girl Red Sovine, thought you might like this one Jac. . . . its an oldie hope you enjoy.

Life isnt always easy but it is more bearable when we have people around us that care, it makes a difference. . . reminds me to count my blessings and sometimes I sit back in awe of just how things come about. It doesnt make it hurt any less, or make us miss those we loss any less. . . still I know for me I am grateful for the little moments and it makes me just all that more aware of them.

"What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life - to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories."

- George Eliot

Stick together, Think of the good memories and life lessons of Pete, Shirley and all you and your cousin have lost and pass them on to the next generation with love and smiles.

The family is a haven in a heartless world.

I am home from the funeral home. funeral tomorrow. Thought I could be tough for my cuz, but this is the first time I've seen a lot of these people since my dad's funeral and they all reminded me of it. Tomorrow will be a Xanax day...going by myself..it's a long drive with lots of time to either think or blast some tunes as loud as I can bear it.

I never lost it, not once, between the time my mother called me, to getting to my dad and realizing something was very wrong, to the ambulance driver refusing to let me ride with some lame excuse, but me knowing the inside story behind that refusal, to interpreting to my shell shocked mother what the neurologists were telling us, to making all the calls to the family, making the DNR decisions for my mother, the discontinue life support decision for my mother, leading my Daddy's little sister to his room and holding her up while she said goodbye, to staying with my dad and talking to him for 24 hours straight, never leaving him until my aunt dragged me from the room after they unplugged him. I put his funeral together, flowers arrangement complete with his rope and spurs, music, pictures, arrangements. I wrote a speech, I spoke at the funeral. I greeted everyone. I never cried. Not once. I went to my uncle's funeral exactly one week later on the day before Christmas Eve. No tears. No tears tonight because my mother was there and because of how selfish it would be to fall apart when I need to be there for my cousins and uncle to hold them together. My mother would have broken if she saw a tear from me. I can't even post anything about my dad or my aunt on Facebook because I know it would upset my mother. But, I feel like I may lose it tomorrow at the worst possible time and the last thing my cousin needs is to take care of me. It's all a little much. So....Xanax, Zombie/Metallica/Buckcherry/old Kid rock mix...erase my brain kinda music. Get someone else to pick up my kid from school, then the long way home.

Bo, I know you quit reading at "guys"...but in case you made it this far, thank you for this thread. I can't do the feeling thing at home or with my family. The only emotions I usually express have nothing to do with sorrow. My daddy always said I was too tough to cry. I don't use Facebook to post anything like this because it's really not the right forum and, as I said, if my mom read it, she would absolutely fall apart.

when all has passed I hope you get time to sit dcwn and listen to the song but only if it brings warm memories back for you when you are ready for them. . . . I heard it and I thought of you and a few others that know just what that is all about. until then I would just tuck it away.

pouring out a 40 for MCA

Lindsey was asked in 1962 to audition for the role of a gas station attendant named Gomer Pyle on "The Andy Griffith Show," but lost the part to actor Jim Nabors.

Two years later, when Nabors' portrayal of Gomer Pyle became so popular that a spin-off program was created, Lindsey was cast as Gomer's cousin Goober Pyle.

We lost Carroll Shelby.

Driver, designer and innovator. Most famous for the Shelby Cobra. And the Daytona Coupe, GT40, the Mustang-based Shelby GT350 and Shelby GT500, and the 427 Shelby Cobra.......

One of my fav quotes or words from him:

Some one asked, "What was your favorite Shelby auto?" He replied "The Next One"

Prayers to his family for thier loss.

Thanks for all the knowledge he shared and leaves behind.

The man built some AWESOME cars !

RIP ...

..#

"/"

http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/2012/may/12/carroll-shelby-dies-cobra-car?newsfeed=true

Hope you won't mind Bo

The man was truly a LEGEND in car design

And THANK YOU Mr Shelby !

{It's been a Hell of a ride !}

LONG LIVE AMERICAN MUSCLE CARS !

this is OUR garden to remember great losses

Idk, some say that there isnt a thing about getting a feeling about stuff happening but today when I heard the news things just idk seemed to click on some level. My heart goes out so deeply to him, his wife and his daughter, for what they are going thru right now and what they have to face in the near future. It is also probably the first time since leaving that I actually miss being close enough to be able to go help.

Havent had much sleep at the moment so going to head to bed, maybe later I'll get a moment to talk more about Paul. . . . until then my prayers are there for them.

BUT instead I will show my respect to those who have past

And those who "Remember" !

My BAD Ms Jacy...

And "BO" whever you people may be

You do the SMAE and show the SAME respect by not making the remarks from in "HERE"

And remember it's just not about BBQs, but those who made it possible.

"Gone But Not Forgotten"

Staff Sgt. Richard Fitts

Commander Walter Scott

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJ_1VPK_PeE

I also laid a wreath at my father's grave. He didn't die in action, but he was a decorated veteran of WWII. He never talked about the war, about how he lost his left eye, about the scar that circumscribed his skull, so I never knew just how decorated--or why--until after he passed away.

Requiescat in pace, Dad. I miss your grumpy ol' ass.

and some dog treats for Nova Girl....nothing beats a good doggie and nothing fills the void after they are gone

My thoughts go to you and your brave family traveler. We all live better lives because someone paid a price that is unspeakable. After reading your post I thought how I would like to visit the grave of my father but not likely to do it because of the location.

I understand Nova how that feels - I lost a puppy about 2 years ago and I have never had the courage to get another one.

rip Rich

Donald "Duck" Dunn, bass player for the influential studio band Booker T. and the MGs, died May 13th at the age of 70.

Dunn was in Japan at the time, playing a series of shows at the Blue Note in Tokyo. Steve Cropper, Dunn's friend and bandmate who was on the same tour in Japan, announced the bassist's passing on his Facebook page:

"Today I lost my best friend, the World has lost the best guy and bass player to ever live. Duck Dunn died in his sleep Sunday morning May 13 in Tokyo Japan after finishing 2 shows at the Blue Note Night Club."

Dunn was born in Memphis, Tennessee in 1941. He met Cropper in high school, where the two formed their first band, the Royal Spades. After changing their name to the Mar-Keys, they scored a hit in 1961 with the song "Last Night." In 1964, Cropper invited Dunn to join Booker T. and the MGs, the house band for Stax Records. While the band had a number of instrumental hits in their own right, including "Green Onions" and "Time is Tight," their backing role for Stax stars like Otis Redding, the Staple Singers and Sam and Dave helped define the sound of Southern soul.

After the MGs split up in 1971, Dunn found work playing as a session musician, recording with Eric Clapton, Levon Helm and Bob Dylan, among others. In 1978, Dunn and Cropper joined Dan Aykroyd and John Belushi as back-up for the Blues Brothers on their album Briefcase Full of Blues and later played themselves in the duo's movies.

As a member of Booker T. and the MGs (who would reunite periodically over the years), Dunn was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1992, and received a Lifetime Achievement Award at the Grammys in 2007.

Where would sports fans worldwide be without the ability to flip back and forth between games at the flick of button?

Yes kids, back in the old days of the 20th century, people actually had to get up off the couch, walk to their TV, and turn a dial to select the channel they wanted to watch. I remember functioning as my father's personal remote control as a kid, jumping up to change channels on our old Zenith.

Polley changed TV forever by inventing the "Flash-Matic," the first wireless TV remote, in 1955. The device looked like a ray gun. It's given way to the sleeker, high-tech devices we use today.

Los Angles Times columnist Mark Lazarus puts Polley's TV clicker alongside personal computers and microwaves as an invention that changed how Americans live.

Rest in peace Ray

We will always remember your awesome tales

Thanks ...

Just a note to let you all know that one of our members had a family member pass away. Cyb3rpunk has lost his mom. He and his family buried her today. Know that you have friends in here thinking of you during this difficult time. Your mom is now a part of out garden of remembering.

Lot of good folks there and she will be among some of the greats

Celebrate her life and hold the best memories ...

Welch was a guitarist and vocalist for Fleetwood Mac from 1971 to 1974. He formed the short-lived rock trio, Paris, in 1975, and then went solo in 1977. His biggest hits were "Sentimental Lady," "Ebony Eyes" and "Hot Love, Cold World."

It is reported Welch had been experiencing health problems lately, and a suicide note was found.

but yea....thanks T-55.....

so the bo show thoughts are with ryan and ryans family...my grandma wass special to me, so i can relate

we all owe a death one day...so live every day like ryan does...with laughter and strength

Character actor Frank Cady--best known for his portrayal of grocer Sam Drucker on "Green Acres," "Petticoat Junction" and "The Beverly Hillbillies"--has died at his home in Wilsonville, Oregon. No cause of death has been announced.

thanks Trav

rip Mr Drucker!

really tough day today for me. I want to make a special place in memory of my brother Craig.

Craig passed away today. He went into cardiac arrest and the doctors were unable to save him.

I could fill up a hundred forums with stories about my brother and how he shaped my life, but I will leave that to the garden in my heart.

Craig is survived by his two sons, Cody and Travis.

I was gonna ditch the show tonight, but I need to stay on my routine and be with some folks that are used to me. I will try my best to keep bo the same tonight.

rip craig,...your brother loves you

bo

and jacy says shes thinking about ya...her net is down

thanks guys,,,,,and no matter what they say.....there are true good people on Mingles

I lost one going on 2 years ago now and it still seems like yesterday

Keep the good memories and remember all those fun times together

Always gone too soon ...

R.I.P. Brother Craig !

God bless you and your family Bo, and I hope you find relief in knowing that your brother is watching you from heaven

I am sorry to hear about your brother , such a young age to depart this earthly world.

Sincere Prayers and Thoughts for you, his nephews and your family.

But take pride, friend, I'm sure he knew how you felt, because he was your brother.

Try to remember that it is not "goodbye", it is only "see you later." You obviously have great passion for your brother, and that is a wonderful thing, and I hope it gives you relief to know, that its that passion in your heart for him that will keep his memory alive.

And remember too that he is in a better place, watching you and waiting for you. He will see you again, soon when we are all called up into the sky to go to heaven, it will be such a joyous reunion.

I am saddened by your loss and reminded how I lost my brother years ago, and remember an know , that the pain will never go away completely, but time does heal all wounds so they don't hurt as nearly as bad.

So remember your brother, cherish his memories, and this will keep his spirit near you. Allow yourself to mourn, and hurt, its ok to hurt, because it shows you care.

Rest assured that as long as your love for your brother always burns strong, he is never really gone. Again, its never goodbye, its only "see you later"

God bless

abd thanks to all of those in chat last night, I tried to get through it, but the bo show went into memory mode and I winded up talking alot out loud about stories I remember.

I am glad i decided to go on with the show because it felt like I was washing out my heart, the people there were patient and provided a support system that I thought was impossible in Mingles.

rock on everybody and thanks again for all the nice thoughts

bo

I wanted to share a moment with you if i may.

Tonight, i sat on the porch and talked to my dad for hours. It was a pretty rough fathers day on us all with the passing of my brother craig thursday.....and my dad told me something i never knew......

you see, both of my older brothers, craig, and randy...are my half brothers, (same mom, diff dad)....

my dad married my mom when they were young, and my dad has always been thier dad also...thier real dad was abusive.

when i was born, i was supposed to have my dad's name...richard....his dad wanted that, and my mom wanted me to have that name as well

my dad put his foor down, and said no...he did not want me to have his name..he said it was because he didnt want craig and randy to think i was more special because i was my dads first son....and they were not even his blood kids.....thats the kind of dude my dad is.

which goes to show you that any moron can make a baby, but a real DAD is something you earn

craigs death has rocked my dad to the core and he broke down...and he never cries

he said "the sad thing is, is that i will get one less phone call today"

we cried together

this is in honor of all the "real" dads out there...and the ones that will never be forgotten

bo

My condolences to you and your family.I am sorry to hear about your brother.

Words are not enough to express the grief we feel at the moment.

Death leaves a heartache. No one can heal;But Love given by the person who is no more leaves a memory. No one can steal

May the God of all comfort surround you with peace as you walk through this time of sorrow. Our prayers are with you.

are there not enough other forums you can do this in?

Bo, my heartfelt sympathies on your loss. Time heals all wounds, it's said, but some wounds need more time than others. Keep on keeping on, and don't be shy about seeking help if you need it.

"For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest; neither any thing hid, that shall not be known and come abroad."

It is very true that the things that one thinks, writes, speaks and acts upon (especially in secret) displays the true character of a person, and will be for sure held accountable before God.

"Yea, and there shall be many which shall say: Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die; and it shall be well with us."

NOT!

{Sorry}

thier ignorance only makes the garden stronger and honor the GOOD people

today I buried my brother...cant put into words how good and bad it felt.

I said goodbye to him a long time ago....but it was hard today.

the good was that I stood in a circle with my two brothers and we hugged....i could feel a fourth pair of arms around us....i know it sounds cheesy...but I did.

My dad spoke and read something he prepared........the strong hands of my father could not stop shaking...but he got through it like the hero that he is.

I stood up and also spoke and i got through it cuz my dad is strong and I am too.....i did have "shake voice" at times...but i did it

i didnt notice until later...while we were all seated...that everybody was holding hands...like a long chain.....there were proly 30 or so people...some i never met..overwhelming is an under statement.

I really believe that we are all only transistors...like a radio...and our soul is the signal being shot in

when you break a radio...the signal is still there

so I will go on with life and know that my brother's signal is still out there...and that he can see me......i could always make him laugh....and I still think I can do that

bo

sad how some people have sad hearts and try to ruin beauty

i buried my brother today....so i think i will just sit in the garden for awhile....reflect....maybe cry a lil...and maybe laugh with tears in my eyes

sitting by a plaque in the ground sucks....it doesnt sum up the person...

so...i will just sit in the garden....ignore the bugs.....and reflect

bo 6/26/12

I guess it was inevitable.

just a shame they are cowards and hide behind fake profiles

http://www.tmz.com/2012/07/03/andy-griffith-dies-dead/

You were a real icon in television !

And you will long be remembered...

sad day in Mayberry

And the World rejoices

When you die you rejoice

And the World cries

He will be missed as well

Death never comes easy for the surviving friends and Family

But we would like to think they have merely moved on to a better place

God Bless them ALL !

.....ALWAYS remembered

Why don't you show a little intelligence and stay out of SOME of the threads at least ?

{Freakin' LOSER}

Recently they had made the decision to place Paul in a nursing home and she wrote of how hard it was for her and Paul to come to this decision. When they first received his diagnosis they had wanted him to stay at home, to die peacefully in his home with those he most cherished around him. His illness though would decide differently and it took a great toll on him. For his benefit, for his care they decided to have him go to a nursing home where he could get the around the clock care and medication needed for the end of his life.

I just wonder sometimes and think that God in his infinite mercy took pity on all of them. For on Paul's first day in the nursing home he passed away peacefully in his sleep. That day was this morning. Though he did not pass on in his home, Paul did spend his last waking moments with the ones most dear to him and they with him.

Reading his wife's blogs over the last few months I have come to believe again that real love between a husband and wife does occur even in the most tragic of times. I was reminded of the commitment, the vows they made so long ago . . . . vows that they held sacred to the end. This world with its quick fixes, its all about me wants and does, the instant gratification so many live in and about isnt all that. It isnt everyone, there are still folks, many folks that do know that commitment, the sacredness of the vows, who still know and act on those commitments. I remember the day they were married, the love that shone between them . . . I recall the vows they made to one another.

I thanked his wife for sharing their story with everyone, I know I can not even imagine what she has and is going through but their sharing gave so much to the rest of us. I was honored to be able to be apart of it, to read and listen to their story. Even in his passing Paul passed along hope and joy and I am so grateful that I could be related to him. He is with his mom now and I can only imagine how much joy that brings her I miss her, and I miss him yet I am joyous that they have made the journey onward and I believe they are both in a much better place. . . .for that I am so grateful. Paul's agony on this earth is over and I know he will be watching over his wife and daughter, no doubt in my mind.

wpangel, you are so good with words, and that story is so touching, and inspiring. "Through sickness and through health, till death do us part", seems to just be words people say, and don't mean. It's always refreshing to know true love still exists and those vows are taken through every last day. Sorry for your loss.

____________________________________________________________________________

I want to leave a little memory of one of my greatest, most loyal and loving friends, whom I have lost just moments ago. There was never a time I could come home and he wouldn't be there whimpering with excitement because he loved me and missed me so much, whether I was gone for a year or just an hour. He knew when I was sad. He would be there to lie next to me and nudge my chin up, reminding me that life is gracious and I am much better off being happy.

King Alobar, you were the best dog. 13 years ago you graced my sister and I's lives and you will be missed and loved for many years to come. Thank you for all of the great memories we have had. There will be none that even come close to you. I am glad you are resting in peace and no longer suffering. Love you so much Bubba Lou! <3

Xoxo

i never delete forum posts, cuz they really do not get to me, but I cannot be stubborn...people come here to share things...and a few cowards want to post stuff here

so i got to take out the trash from the Garden

sorry guys.....its not about me, its about the nice people here that dont need sto see the trash....or have there memories soiled

Never, never be afraid to do what's right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society's punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way.

Martin Luther King Jr.

for all who have posted here, thank you for honoring the memories of this special place

so sad

Sorry for the intrusion bo....carry on sir!

there are other forums that the cowards can go to...but a few forums here have honor....something that those people lack

I hate going against my own rules....but it's not fair to the folks who come to share feelings and memories

carry on sir!

Nothing has been in the media about these guys because no one seems to care. They are: Justin Allen, 23; Brett Linley, 29; Matthew Weikert, 29; Justus Bartett, 27; Dave Santos, 21; Chase Stanley, 21; Jesse Reed, 26; Matthew Johnson, 21; Zachary Fisher, 24; Brandon King, 23; Christopher Goeke, 23; Sheldon Tate, 27

All are Marines that gave their lives for Us this week.

Thoughts and Prayers to their Family And Loved Ones

USMC best fighting organization the USA has

You right Shop our media is agenda oriented.

Praise God that it is not my son

May God shine his light upon them and their families

And ease their pain in this time of sorrow

GOD BLESS AMERICA !

And all those who fight to keep us free !

R.I.P. Men...You've done well

{Salute !}

SEMPER FI "Never say DIE !"

7

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=rZPhVFynmSg&NR=1

Of o may ?

{Seemed kind of appropriate }

The keyboard player, who co-wrote many of the heavy rock bands legendary songs including Smoke On The Water, had pancreatic cancer.

A statement posted on his website declared that Lord who had said that writing music had been therapy through his illness had passed 'from Darkness to Light'

thoughts to all the families impacted today from the Colorado shootings

i dont know why stuff like this affects me.....i just dont know

We can wallow in the evil done, the action of one single evil act . . .and many will focus on but what one did. Yet, out of that act came many more acts of valentry, courage and good. So after reading and listening to the stories remember those that did good . . . for they are the ones that deserve being remembered.

Bo, sometimes we have to have a bad day to remember all the good we have. . .all the good there is. . . let that come forth. If in a moment of sorrow and anquish we can find a glimmer of hope, of love, of good then all is not lost nor will it ever be.

rip mr J

My mother, Marie, suffered a massive aneurysm in her brain stem on Monday, 23 July, shortly before one o'clock. She was in my home at the time, and I called for an ambulance immediately. It was, I learned, a futile gesture.

By time the ambulance arrived -- within 10 minutes -- she was unresponsive to stimuli. They transported her to hospital, where a CT scan revealed the hemorrhage. It was massive. Frankly, I don't see how her body continued to fight Death, but fight she did. For the next 99 hours. Ultimately, and inevitably, Death won at about half past three this afternoon. She was 84.

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The sun shall no longer be your light by day,

nor the moon shine on you when evening falls;

the Lord shall be your everlasting light,

your God shall be your glory.

Never again shall your sun set

nor your moon withdraw her light;

but the Lord shall be you everlasting light

and the days of your mourning shall be ended.

-

Isaiah 60:19-20

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Requiescat in pace.

May she rest in peace...

we all eventually have to deal with loss....but each loss is unique.

I take comfort that my brother passed away at home, and you should as well....home

your loss is felt and respected and you are in our thoughts through this time sir

Sorry to read about your loss. Don't ever think anything you did or tried to do was futile.

Your mom is at peace now and lives forever in the Remembrance Garden. Stay strong in the next few days to come..they will be hard...no denying it. Prayers to you and your family.

for me there is no honor greater than the name of Mother, I rejoice to be so blessed. My children gave me a magnet one Mother's day and I pass along the saying to you . . .

Strength and dignity are her clothing,

and she laughs at the time to come (25).

Her children rise up and call her blessed;

her husband also, and he praises her:

"Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all" (28/29)

Proverbs 31

She will watch over you.

Very sorry to hear that as well. I have lost my father, but not yet my mom, but I do know when that day comes I will lose a part of me so special I could never aptly put it into words. I was also there when my father passed, and that will always be a mixed blessing...forever grateful I was there with him right until the end, and forever haunted by it at the same time. It was something I never wanted to see. God bless you man, I feel for you, and cherish your memories because once someone is gone they are truly treasures.

***"Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains."*** Kahlil Gibran

in honor of her

i cannot believe that his loss made me tear up.......this is for Traveler

In Memory of [ Marie ]

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you and whispered come to me. With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.

bo

-Author Unknown

Words, however kind, can't mend your heartache, but those who care and share your loss with you, pray and hope for your comfort and peace of mind.

The love and support of a mother can never be replaced, but we hope you find some strength, in the love of family and in the warm embrace of friends.

My mother had a quirky, funny way of expressing her gratitude when mere thanks were not enough. So to everyone, in her memory: Thank you, until you're better paid.

Two weeks have passed, and already it seems like forever. I have been trying to sort through and organise her papers, so I can settle her estate. Progress is slow, but at least there is progress. This race goes not to the swift, but to he who perseveres.

Each for different reasons

But i swear every time i do something dumbass or think of doing something wrong

I STILL hear her voice in my head telling me i know better

And i was raised better

And all the logic and reason for trying to do better

And listen to the voice of reason in my head .....

Thanks Moms !

Your essence still lingers

And always will til the day i die...

endure the tough times...because time and space tend to cool the wounds.....

love is obdurate....and I am not close to giving up

I know I'm not the only Boston fan here, so let's make a place in the garden for Johnny Pesky, a Red Sox legend. So ingrained in Red Sox lore is he that the right field foul pole at Fenway is known as Pesky's Pole. And he dedicated more than 60 years of his life to the team as player, manager, coach and broadcaster.

Pesky passed away Monday at the age of 92.

Thanks Trav for bringing it to the garden

today, Ron Palillo also passed away at 63 today....

The first human to walk on the moon passed away Saturday at the age of 82. Armstrong died following complications resulting from cardiovascular procedures, according to a statement from his family. It didn't say where he died.

Where were you on July 20, 1969 -- assuming you were alive....

Thoughts always go out to the families who have lost someone in my book thanks for letting us who don't keep up with the news much informed

And I wasn't around to send prayers to you before traveler but I'm sending them now

Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/scitech/2012/08/25/astronaut-neil-armstrong-dies-at-82/#ixzz24cE2BED8

did just that, thank you Mr Armstrong for your service and your quiet courage

. . . . I wasnt lucky enough to watch the original but I remember the whole class stopping to watch every space shuttle that took off or landed in grade school. Can only imagine the excitement

Then Neil Armstrong stepped out of the lunar module, spoke of "One small step," and for a few bright and shining moments we weren't hawk or dove, black or white, liberal or conservative: we were Americans, and damn proud of it.

Rest in peace, Mr Armstrong, knowing a grateful nation mourns your passing.

I'll Drink To That!

Thoughts and Prayers to his Loved Ones And Family,

A whole Nation Mourns!

a note..

courtesy of noah holland

High up in the courts of heaven today

a little dog angel waits;

with the other angels he will not play,

but he sits alone at the gates.

"For I know my master will come" says he,

"and when he comes he will call for me."

The other angels pass him by

As they hurry toward the throne,

And he watches them with a wistful eye

as he sits at the gates alone.

"But I know if I just wait patiently

that someday my master will call for me."

And his master, down on earth below,

as he sits in his easy chair,

forgets sometimes, and whispers low

to the dog who is not there.

And the little dog angel cocks his ears

and dreams that his master's voice he hears.

And when at last his master waits

outside in the dark and cold,

for the hand of death to open the door,

that leads to those courts of gold,

he will hear a sound through the gathering dark,

a little dog angel's bark.

he was prolly best known as his role as John Coffey in Green Mile.

It is not often when an actor can nail a character from a book...but he nailed it with compassion

rip MCD

not in this Garden......scam elsewhere

trust me

a special place in the Garden...for Legz loss

chin up....

It's never easier.

And one probably never gets over it and shouldn't be expected to.

But when one learns to live with it, the Peace comes.

Although death is a part of life itself...it's never easy.

Stay strong.

and we are all pulling your dad knoxy

We are beginning a very long journey. I will always keep my Faith. I love all my Mingles brothers and sisters dearly.

I will stay strong, but I know all of you will pick me up if I fall. Please keep praying!!!

I love you guys!!

Needless to say...today is a day for rememberence....we all have our stories about 9/11

tonight...I will speak briefly about it......not long

last year, my 9/11 show got really emotional and people cried when I went live and spoke

today...we remember the fallen...and courage for those who picked themselves up....and all the heroes...who ran into certain death to save others

the terrorists thought they crippled us....but they brought out the hero in us

God bless America...and The Garden honors the fallen

special roped off section for 9/11 in the Garden

already making me teary eyed tbs...

remember......

i remember......driving to work that day, and hearing the news...

i remember......getting to work and it being weird...everyone was watching thier computers with thier hands over thier mouth

i remember......being obsorbed by it all day and only wanting to talk to people about it

work was strange..and I had to be on the radio that night

i remember......my mom calling me crying

i remember......my job telling everybody we could go home for the day and be with family

i remember......remember crying on the way home...pissed off and wanting to go to war

i remember......standing on may patio that night and noticing how the sky was so quiet

i remember......the reading about the ferry boat driver, who was on the river that day....when he pulled up to the bank..a guy jumped outta a red jeep and said.."Hey...I need a ride!...I am a fire fighter from new jersey....I need to go help!

i remember......reading that the ferry boat driver gave him a ride while the towers were burning..

i remember......reading the ferry boat driver went back to the same river bank a week later and saw the red jeep...and knew that the firefighter was killed

I had never had such a strange day or night in my life...like a hole was punched into to me like one of the buildings

i remember......wanting to collapse

after a few days

i remember......being more pissed

i remember......watching pretty much the news all the time...i was a junkie

i remember......wondering if we could ever be funny again and learn to laugh again...

i remember......the good and the bad of the way people were reacting

i remember......not being so angry at other drivers..and just waving at them..or nod...like we both knew the pain

i remember......going into a convience store and seeing a guy yell at an arabian clerk...when the guy left...i remember asking the clerk if he was ok...and the clerk telling me he is Indian..and he is sad too

i remember......compassion

i remember......my brother and I rallying people at work to walk with us to the mall, where the firemen were.... to donate

i remember......people giving anywhere from 20's to 100's...even though they could'nt afford it

i remember......all the patriotic screen savers..with the twin towers and the bald eagles

i remember......loving my country and feeling stupid for taking it for granted

tonight...is a night to remember what happened to us all that day..and remember to love one another and stand together as a team...through good times and bad

bo

we will never forget

http://youtu.be/3nc55QYn970

prayers and thoughts

Bo thanks for this place

May God bless you and keep you. May He make His face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you. May He lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace.

Thank you to all my friends who are keeping him in prayer.

My Faith is strong, and I feel your prayers.

God Bless all of you!!

That's why I love all of you!

And for you too Heylee!

On July 27, as regular visitors to the Garden know, my mother passed away. I visited her grave this morning, mostly to see whether the grass had been restored, and confirm the date had been added to her monument. I wasn't disappointed: The lawns are lovely, and the monument has been completed.

To be honest, I have been dreading this visit. The two other times I've stopped by since the funeral left me feeling empty and alone, and more than a little sorry for myself. This morning was different. Though I still miss her, and my father -- and always will -- I came away feeling less loss and greater peace. In part, I attribute that to being able to share here in the Garden. And, of course, to the support I received here. So I just wanted to say thank you, to everyone who contributes to this special place, and especially to Bo for starting it.

He is now CANCER FREE!!!!!

I love all you guys....God Bless

thanks for the thoughtful post Traveler...this is ALL OF OURS...the Garden belongs to us all

a place to reflect and a place to hope....glad for the good news knoxy and Legz

bo

You are in my thoughts and prayers....stay strong!!

Knoxy

And RIP Alex Karras, who passed away from complications due to kidney failure. Thanks for all the memories!

"Born to die" is such an under statement in that fact

I hope that the Miracles you speak of will find their way to you and yours

And may God help you to endure these times of pain

Remember ladies and Gentlemen THIS IS "Cancer awareness month"

And our friend Ms Heylee has a link to someone who could use our support as well

May you all be Blessed !

Warren

On a side note Mr Bo...

I want to thank you Sir,for showing me concern and compassion a few nights back

When you somehow sensed that i was in a down mood...

I really am okay though and i appreciated it very much !

Go BoShow !

SMILE FOLKS ....FOR WE EXIST !

Stay strong knox. I'll say a prayer for ya.

Mongo just a pawn in this game of life. Now maybe Mongo rest in peace.

It is times of struggle when we are tested...sending positive energy to all...good times and bad.

and I hope things continue to go well for you Warren. Alot of people are cautious because it seems that you go into weird mood swings.

Do us a favor and stay this way and show us all

bo

When You Get Really Down Knox! Always Remember and Cherish the Good Times!...................

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in the store I came out of. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle-faced image of innocence.

It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout.. We all stood there, under the awning, just inside the door of the store.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

Her little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, 'Mom let's run through the rain,' She said.

'What?' Mom asked.

'Let's run through the rain!' She repeated.

'No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit,' Mom replied.

This young child waited a minute and repeated: 'Mom, let's run through the rain..'

'We'll get soaked if we do,' Mom said.

'No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning,' the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.

'This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?'

'Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ' If God can get us through this, He can get us through anything! ' '

The entire crowd stopped dead silent.. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain.. We all stood silently. No one left. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.

Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

'Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just need washing,' Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They got soaked.

They were followed by many who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health.. But no one can ever take away your precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday.

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.

I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

"Yes, peace is a very precious commodity, a truly heartfelt need, and there are many things we can do to achieve it. Butfor whatever reasonlife has its moments when uninterrupted peace may seem to elude us for a season. We may wonder why there are such times in life, particularly when we may be trying harder than we have ever tried to live worthy of Gods blessings and obtain His help. When problems or sorrows or sadness come and they dont seem to be our fault, what are we to make of their unwelcome appearance?

With time and perspective we recognize that such problems in life do come for a purpose, if only to allow the one who faces such despair to be convinced that he really does need divine strength beyond himself, that she really does need the offer of heavens hand. Those who feel no need for mercy usually never seek it and almost never bestow it. Those who have never had a heartache or a weakness or felt lonely or forsaken never have had to cry unto heaven for relief of such personal pain. Surely it is better to find the goodness of God and the grace of Christ, even at the price of despair, than to risk living our lives in a moral or material complacency that has never felt any need for faith or forgiveness, any need for redemption or relief.

A life without problems or limitations or challengeslife without opposition in all things,would paradoxically but in very fact be less rewarding and less ennobling than one which confrontseven frequently confrontsdifficulty and disappointment and sorrow."

Knox, my thoughts are with you and your family and I pray you will be comforted and strengthened in your time of troubles.

A friend once said to me that I must rejoice for the trials, rejoice that I am going thru a trial. My thought at the time was I do not want to go thru this pain, this heartache. . . . I was selfish. My friend was right. Rejoice that you are in trial for our merciful Savior is asking much more of you. . . . he is offering much more to you.

James 1:2-4

2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters,[a] whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. 4 Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.

, thoughts upon my heart after I read the two posts above.

May we ALL feel the love and Joy even in our times of trial

Wow i am inspired by all this great sentiment

I hope life will be generous in showing you ALL more times that make you smile

Than those times that make you weep

LIFE IS GOOD !

And MINGLES ROCKS THE PLANET !

...Because of folks like YOU !

Be Blessed !

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Shop i think i need "Washed" as well !

But i know that our creator forgives me...

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