The owner of this Journal passed away peacefully on July 12th, 2008. He leaves behind his children of blood and heart
mtfierce,
geminimoonfrog,
bleuroze,
shatteredglobe,
arainbowcat, and
box_of_chatter,
shadowpryde,
gwydion_1, his wife,
iamcompubear, his cat Mewsic, and many many more friends, loved ones, and intentional family whose omission in mention is unintentional and easily corrected upon request
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We had many a long conversation -- usually over the internet, although the telephone could be involved as well.
Bruce was my friend, and I shall miss him.
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What can I say in a few words to sum up our friendship? I miss you terribly everyday. Over the past three years you have taught me much about myself and about life. I've learned that love is really never that hard to find, a situation is never so hopeless that one can't laugh at it, bad jokes really do have a place, and that sometimes trying to do everything for everyone leaves you run down and incapable of helping yourself. I know that you had to l leave but it just makes me more sad that I never got to meet my silly friend who I talked to on almost a daily basis. It's hard to say how you can feel so connected and so well understood by someone you've never even shared a hug with, but we were by each other. You touched so many people but especially me. I miss you and love you dearly. I know this goodbye is only temporary but it grieves me all the same. I only hope I will be able to get to your memorial.
Love always,
Cat
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I will never be the same with out you.
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Now I find myself finally in a financial position to go out to you without too much strain and it's mere days too late.
I thought of calling. Wanted to know how you were. But it seemed awkward at best. I wish you had known I was thinking of you.
All I want is a promise from your lips that I'll be ok. That promise always made everything better. All I want is a hug that I won't appreciate in the moment, but upon reflection hours later will still feel the warmth of.
Sometimes I thought I wasn't a very good daughter. I wondered that you would willingly call me yours. But you did and I thank you.
So now, I pack my car to come to you one last time. I have to make it in time for your concert. The first one I've attended in Manitou where you won't be singing. You won't be announcing. The first one I've been to where you won't be telling me which cables are in which case as we set up the stage.
Nothing will ever be the same again.
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