tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48667788666327195192024-03-08T01:11:05.930-07:0048x36548 years - 48 words - 365 posts - 365 people...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-80139844075352599112008-09-18T22:27:00.000-06:002008-09-18T23:38:40.202-06:00MARGARETOur friendship was based more on our boy's friendship than anything we had in common. Still, it was nice to have adult conversation at times and to be able to call on each other to watch each other's kids. A friend for that specific stage of my life.<br /><br /><strong>31/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-83965414611407468762008-09-17T21:45:00.000-06:002008-09-18T23:25:35.211-06:00MR. ROYWhat a crush I had on you. In my 4th grade mind, you were so handsome and perfect. I loved going to school each day. And I loved your "find the city" game we played on the big map. I cheated and looked them up in the dictionary.<br /><br /><strong>30/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-31846549935482088702008-09-16T21:30:00.001-06:002008-09-18T23:15:54.556-06:00MARILYNWe were in a strange land. By sharing your love for the land, history, and traditions of Alaska, you made us feel welcomed and interested in the area of Homer. Your small lakefront cabin became our home for the week and we enjoyed every sunlit night in it.<br /><br /><strong>29/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-50092475076799186822008-09-15T20:30:00.000-06:002008-09-18T22:56:17.736-06:00OSCARYou, my young friend, are a one of a kind. The kid who could cause so much trouble and yet one that we as leaders couldn't help but love. A natural born leader, you oozed self confidence and charm. I will never forget you or your numerous shenanigans.<br /><br /><strong>28/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-39027298102390932052008-09-14T20:30:00.000-06:002008-09-18T22:16:10.084-06:00CAMRONYour phone call changed the course of our ministry. Your heart for God and others was the example we wished to follow. Your constant encouragement and support helped to keep us going. Your smile is what I look forward to each Sunday. Your love for NASCAR is unmatched.<br /><br /><strong>27/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-54582626022033711272008-09-13T20:30:00.000-06:002008-09-18T21:37:27.454-06:00JANAEI loved going to your volleyball and hockey games. You were so good at both. I always admired your self-confidence, even temperament, spiritual maturity, and how well you always got along with both boys and girls alike. Why didn't you and Jake ever get together? His loss.<br /><br /><strong>26/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-20084655531390644172008-09-12T20:30:00.001-06:002008-09-18T21:11:57.581-06:00AUDREYBad girl turns good girl. Not that you were all that bad. You could write a book on your life experiences. I have many memories of two high school girls hanging out with a bunch of guys. Who else would I ask to be my maid of honor?<br /><br /><strong>25/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-43373289205627633212008-09-11T23:00:00.004-06:002008-09-11T23:25:58.365-06:00VINCEYour house was the hang-out... where we all congregated... when we really should have been at school. We were quite the group. Lots of great memories. One is doing homework at Denny's at 5:00 in the morning because you weren't going to graduate without it being done.<br /><br /><strong>24/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-65159198856912615692008-09-10T23:42:00.008-06:002008-09-11T23:30:01.899-06:00SKYI would not have recognized you tonight. A lot has changed in four years - at least your outward appearance. But I felt the familiar from the inside. You've been through a lot. I pray that you have hope amid your crazy life. I pray you feel God's love.<br /><br /><strong>23/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-63141469463561253442008-09-09T23:16:00.004-06:002008-09-11T23:30:22.593-06:00STEVEOur partner in crime. Our fellow youth worker. For a long time, it was just the three of us. Us and a whole bunch of middle school students. We loved it! It was great knowing you had the same passion as us. It was all about the kids.<br /><br /><strong>22/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-82934082015378086852008-09-08T21:58:00.004-06:002008-09-11T23:30:43.295-06:00SAMYou spent nearly every Saturday for more than a year in my basement. The thump of your bass reverberating through the walls. You are a gifted musician and writer. Your deep thinking makes me think and reflect. I admire your honesty and attitude. Your escapades make me chuckle.<br /><br /><strong>21/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-89812296784263772422008-09-07T21:40:00.000-06:002008-09-08T21:56:44.118-06:00LORIYou never shaved your legs. You were a blond surfer chick - with hairy legs. But you weren't a freak show. More like a novelty. And I enjoyed our friendship. At the 10 year reunion, you were a mom and nurse. I wish we would have kept in touch.<br /><br /><strong>20/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-80279347657091005212008-09-06T21:15:00.002-06:002008-09-08T21:36:04.624-06:00LEEAs you came out of the stall in the women's restroom, you announced to me that you were a boy. I questioned you but you were adamant. Your mom made you use the girl's bathroom, you said. I was unsure. I will always wonder who you really were.<br /><br /><strong>19/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-36431692239582557152008-09-05T23:26:00.005-06:002008-09-08T21:33:54.037-06:00JESSESept. 5, 1906 - Feb. 26, 1996<br /><br />I have a hanger that hangs in my closet that bears your name. I keep it there to be reminded of special times, of a grandpa who loved his grandkids and enjoyed spending time with them, of a man who was a wonderful role model for his family.<br /><br /><strong>18/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-41713443389826706952008-09-04T00:01:00.001-06:002008-09-04T00:18:19.022-06:00LADY IN THE VANI don't know your name, but I know your face and the van you drive. I also know that you were once raped, years ago. I don't know why, but I see you everywhere. Why? I will never know but I say a prayer for you each time.<br /><br /><strong>17/365</strong><br /><br />[<a href="http://sunshine-on-my-shoulders.blogspot.com/2008/09/lady-in-van.html" target="blank">longer post can be found here</a>]...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-55754128812812505482008-09-03T23:52:00.002-06:002008-09-04T00:04:11.457-06:00JANEWe walked through the doors and there you were, welcoming us to your church. It became our church. You were always so kind; whether it was inviting us over for Sunday dinner or giving me hand-me-down clothes from your boys. I have often thought of you.<br /><br /><strong>16/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-87202815523261718202008-09-02T10:20:00.000-06:002008-09-03T10:39:44.404-06:00PATWe were co-workers. The work load was made lighter by the laughter we all shared. You opened my eyes to the life of a gay man. Your sexual orientation didn't change the fact that you lived a pretty normal life. Therefore, you opened my mind and heart, too.<br /><br /><strong>15/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-5709134363376571892008-09-01T22:53:00.004-06:002008-09-02T10:46:06.620-06:00MAXTrips to Oklahoma wouldn't be complete without a trip to your home. You were family even though you weren't really <em>my</em> family. It was a pleasure to know you, visit you, and know of the special bond between you and Lee. One of the many cousins in Carmen.<br /><br /><strong>14/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-41954815037838720272008-08-31T22:09:00.000-06:002008-09-01T22:44:38.215-06:00KARAPetite. Blonde. Beautiful. Perfect smile. Boyfriend. Cheerleader. Bad boyfriend. Anorexic. Cheerleading accident. Jaw injury. Surgery. Emergency trip to hospital. Breathing stopped. Many Prayers. Recovery. Repeat this situation too many times. Severe headaches. Years worth of no answers. Final surgery. Courage. Hope. Answered prayers? Sweet girl, I hope so.<br /><br /><strong>13/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-25326440124860532512008-08-30T23:01:00.000-06:002008-09-01T00:09:02.903-06:00STEPHANIEWearing such thick glasses, it must have hurt deeply to have others tease and taunt you. Too bad they didn't really know you, like I did. We had such fun times together. The added bonus to our friendship was that you had a cute brother with cute friends.<br /><br /><strong>12/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-76151195727954473132008-08-29T21:32:00.001-06:002008-09-01T13:58:26.089-06:00JEREMIAHYou were a big P.O.D. fan and wanted me to be, too. I liked you being Dani's first boyfriend. I'm glad you felt like our home was a place that you wanted to hang out. Thanks for visiting me the other day. You were always a thoughtful guy.<br /><br /><strong>11/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-39791650915703508642008-08-28T22:16:00.002-06:002008-08-29T07:21:42.290-06:00KARENChildhood memories flow into a sister-sister relationship that is so precious to me that I can't adequately describe how much. You may have looked up to me when you were young, but the older we got, the more that scale tipped the other way. Love you, sis.<br /><br /><strong>10/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-49538611510250681892008-08-27T21:43:00.004-06:002008-09-18T23:28:48.472-06:00SHIRLEYI didn't have any experience with minority groups. Therefore I offended you when I claimed I was frightened and did not want to drive into a certain neighborhood. I wish you could have seen the situation through my eyes. You could have helped me instead of judging me.<br /><br /><strong>9/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-70466492603882461772008-08-26T20:43:00.002-06:002008-08-26T22:23:23.935-06:00PAIGE"Boy, my hair sure looks good." I have been saying that for over 10 years and through many hair styles. I knew early on that you were a great stylist, but I didn't know what a good friend you would end up being. I have benefited from both.<br /><br /><strong>8/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866778866632719519.post-66023425548195886532008-08-25T20:49:00.004-06:002008-08-25T21:02:28.705-06:00MR. WALLI took a typing test today and typed 77 words per minute, without any mistakes! You would be as proud of me now as you were of me over thirty years ago, in your typing class. You taught me so much more than typing in that class.<br /><br /><strong>7/365</strong>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02410214795470767158noreply@blogger.com0