just a thought.....
on here, as in Crackbook, folks are posting up their favorite pictures of the ever smiling Beemerdons-brat. What do you think if we somehow were able to capture, combine and publish these in a photo keepsake book. One for Seth, one for Donna?
That's a great idea... I'll start a separate thread to gather photos.
I woke up this morning and it hit me all over again... the sadness like a heavy weight... but also seeing the stories and photos of him helped to make me smile at times well spent with friends... Don lived a full life and always at full throttle open... I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want us to mourn too long for him and would kick us all in the *** and say get over it and raise a toast in my honor and to all of us... so I will be doing that and I hope you all will too. Life is short and sweet and none of us id getting out alive... so enjoy it to the fullest and love all the people in your life as much as you can... I love all you crazy mofos.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone"
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
-H. Van ****
