Tell them to keep his love and to
let it heal them in times of sorrow.
You can't keep the body but you
can keep the love.
I have tons of it, I know this is true.
Love to You and ALL of Them, XO.
Cut and paste and distribute with said tale...
if need be. I love you, xo.
yeah, that's lovely. really nice words.
hope everything goes smoothly. will be thinking of everyone throughout the day.
i raise a glass of the good stuff to his memory and his family and friends. such a sad shame to be taken so soon.
Our Savage made this for my son's friend who was killed. His funeral is today. Thank you for your loving kindness, Savvy!!
I share the woe.
I am the woe.
A toast to them, All!
In memory of my John
and now, our dearest
and best friend ~Bob.
Thank goodness somethings...
I love you, All.
I really used to love his radio show.
Johnny Otis - December 28, 1921 – January 17, 2012
a man of many talents; musician, composer, arranger, drummer, producer, disc-jockey....
they don't make 'em like that anymore.
Here's an opportunity for Blues fans to petition the Grammy Organization to create a stand-alone "Blues Music" category.
Thank you :)
passed away after an ongoing battle with leukemia, sad to say. Now personally, I do not think "At Last" can be beat, and it was actually made into one of the most beautiful car commercials ever produced (which I say with no trace of irony, art and beauty are art and beauty).
However, thanks to Barry Howarth, we have this, which many of us actually witnessed, and remember fondly...
thats good to hear.
it really is the most effective way of dealing with things like that; everyone sticks tight and helps the best way they can. the power of community.
a harsh lesson to learn at such a young age but hopefully it will influence them in a positive way in later life. thats all one can hope for.
be strong guys.
The Tibetan Book Of Living And Dying by Sogyal Rinpoche is a really helpful book for future reading, especially after the initial shock and grief has passed.
One thing that IS good is how the kids are sticking together. Saturday night most of my son's clique met to hang out, and try to help each other deal. They learned in a very hard way that they aren't immortal, and that certain rules like "cross the tracks with the tunnel, not directly" exist for a very good reason. They're taking turns reaching out to the parents, will show up en masse at the funeral and things like that.