Never Forget

2BFabian mucking up this board.

2BFabian mucking up this board.

Actually, that all turned out pretty neat. We were a united front- it showed what a strong community we had constructed and how we defended our community from "attack".

Actually, that all turned out pretty neat. We were a united front- it showed what a strong community we had constructed and how we defended our community from "attack".

The 'SOWAL SURGE'

Some of the first breaths and some of the last , of the ones I most...
Dang, it's grayt to be alive.

Speaking of which, I sent a postcard to Willard Scott about Hubba's grandma who turns 103 years young this month. His office called last week and she will be on around 8:30 this morning on the birthday thing he does with Smuckers. So if you see the Today show this morning and just happen to see a pix of a lady with a big smile on her face, turning 103 named Helen in Holiday, Florida. That's our sweet grandma. She still lives on her own still but close to family that shops, etc. for her. I will never forget how when I asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner when we were there this summer, how quickly she replied, "I never pass up an invitation...". We had funn going out. I didn't tell Willard that she's also fast as lightning with that walker. She's clear as a bell and sweet as a cupcake too.

Some of the first breaths and some of the last , of the ones I most...
Dang, it's grayt to be alive.

Speaking of which, I sent a postcard to Willard Scott about Hubba's grandma who turns 103 years young this month. His office called last week and she will be on around 8:30 this morning on the birthday thing he does with Smuckers. So if you see the Today show this morning and just happen to see a pix of a lady with a big smile on her face, turning 103 named Helen in Holiday, Florida. That's our sweet grandma. She still lives on her own still but close to family that shops, etc. for her. I will never forget how when I asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner when we were there this summer, how quickly she replied, "I never pass up an invitation...". We had funn going out. I didn't tell Willard that she's also fast as lightning with that walker. She's clear as a bell and sweet as a cupcake too.

I just now saw this post, and just missed seeing her! What a wonderful description.

I was gonna post something I can't forget, but I don't remember what it was.;-)

Seriously, it's hard for me to forget little kindnesses that people have shown over the years. Simple things--like being in a new place and having someone I barely knew treat me like I belonged.

The 'SOWAL SURGE'

Good one!

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There are many things I'll never forget...but one which pertains to SoWal...is the peace I feel everytime I am there.

Seacrest, I wish I had caught the show..... I would have broken a rule and turned on my tv to watch your wonderful "granny in law"

I will never forget how HOPS and the rest of the crew with Underpants made me LAUGH my Ar$E off in July; and the best trip ever (so far) to paradise!!!!!!!


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2BFabian mucking up this board.

I will never forget how HOPS and the rest of the crew with Underpants made me LAUGH my Ar$E off in July; and the best trip ever (so far) to paradise!!!!!!!


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I'll never forget how LOUD you laughed your arse off.............. BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :rofl:

BWHAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

And Commandeering bikes; rafts; and SUI (swimming under the influence) :funn: :funn:

I'll never forget how LOUD you laughed your arse off.............. BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :rofl:

BWHAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

And Commandeering bikes; rafts; and SUI (swimming under the influence) :funn: :funn:

Star gazing, Cork coming in late and needing to be drilled about it, Hurricanes, don't forget about comandeering the towels.....

I'll always remember coming upon a wreck when I was about 12 years old. It was raining, in the middle of the day, and being in a small town, dad had to stop to see if he could help. The little white four door Chevette had two people in it, neither was moving. Judging from the groceries thrown about the car, they were coming back from shopping. The little old lady, seemed like she was probably in her upper 60s or 70s, was behind the wheel, lying there dead, with an old man, probably her husband, lying dead in the passenger seat. Seeing their lifeless bodies and sweet faces in that little car, with the rain still pouring on my head, was like God shedding tears for their death. I have this story in my mind that the couple were married at a very young age and they still had a loving life, doing everything together, even their grocery shopping. In the other car, was a screaming baby, strapped into the carseat, with the 30-something year old mother standing outside the car, crying tears as heavy as the rain falling. The baby had dropped something and the mother had turned around to reach back and get it, and when she did, she swerved the car into the path of the oncoming couple, driving the Chevette.

I'll always remember coming upon a wreck when I was about 12 years old. It was raining, in the middle of the day, and being in a small town, dad had to stop to see if he could help. The little white four door Chevette had two people in it, neither was moving. Judging from the groceries thrown about the car, they were coming back from shopping. The little old lady, seemed like she was probably in her upper 60s or 70s, was behind the will, lying there dead, with an old man, probably her husband, lying dead in the passenger seat. Seeing their lifeless bodies and sweet faces in that little car, with the rain still pouring on my head, was like God shedding tears for their death. I have this story in my mind that the couple were married at a very young age and they still had a loving life, doing everything together, even their grocery shopping. In the other car, was a screaming baby, strapped into the carseat, with the 30-something year old mother standing outside the car, crying tears as heavy as the rain falling. The baby had dropped something and the mother had turned around to reach back and get it, and when she did, she swerved the car into the path of the oncoming couple, driving the Chevette.

Wow SJ I could see this as I read it. It is amazing how we can see something in our lives and it stays with us forever.

heee heeee!!!! OH WATT FUNN!!!!!!! Stars; and satellites!!!

Star gazing, Cork coming in late and needing to be drilled about it, Hurricanes, don't forget about comandeering the towels.....

Dang SJ!!!!! that is a young age to have to be subject to such tragedy:angry:

I'll always remember coming upon a wreck when I was about 12 years old. It was raining, in the middle of the day, and being in a small town, dad had to stop to see if he could help. The little white four door Chevette had two people in it, neither was moving. Judging from the groceries thrown about the car, they were coming back from shopping. The little old lady, seemed like she was probably in her upper 60s or 70s, was behind the wheel, lying there dead, with an old man, probably her husband, lying dead in the passenger seat. Seeing their lifeless bodies and sweet faces in that little car, with the rain still pouring on my head, was like God shedding tears for their death. I have this story in my mind that the couple were married at a very young age and they still had a loving life, doing everything together, even their grocery shopping. In the other car, was a screaming baby, strapped into the carseat, with the 30-something year old mother standing outside the car, crying tears as heavy as the rain falling. The baby had dropped something and the mother had turned around to reach back and get it, and when she did, she swerved the car into the path of the oncoming couple, driving the Chevette.

That is a strong memory, SJ. How sad to have to witness such tradgey, but I can tell that even at so young an age, you were introspective, perceptive and very caring!

I remember fishing from a jetty in Cocoa beach as a teenager. A kid about 8-10 fell into the water, and the undertow started to suck him seaward. I remember there being about 3 dozen grown men standing there, fishing poles in hand, looking at each other while this kid cried for help. It was a tense, embarrassing experience. Finally,after what seemed like a minute or two, someone jumped into the violent, churning waters, and saved the kid from drowning. I felt ashamed because I feared the power of the ocean. I saw that day few are willing to step up when it matters.

Holy Cow!!! SJ and Bob, it is strange how we do seem to remember tramatic incidents especially as a child. Seacrestkristi, great story!!

I have several "never forgets". Unfortunately, like SJ and Bob, the most memorable is sad.
I remeber the day my mother died like it was yesterday . I won't go into details, but when I had to call Biffy, that was by far THE most difficult phone call I ever had to make. He was actually in FLorida. Love you baby Bro!!!! xoxoxo

Seeing death sweep down is not a unique experience no matter the age of the witness. I stopped going to funerals a while back. Growing up in a small town, I've attended too many. Death is a given and doesn't matter, except to the survivors. It is life which is so damn difficult and longing for attention. It is easy to remember seeing death, but how many can recall stories of life? -- My ex-father in law is a director of Hospice in a major city, and I once kidded him about losing my patience. He rebutted, "I've lost all my patients," which was his light humor in a very grim environment. Makes me think about the hundreds of patients he has lost, while trying to make their existence on Earth more tolerable. I think he once told me that his average patient's life expectancy was 10 days, from when they entered Hospice. My grandmother lived a year and a half after she was enrolled in Hospice. There are exceptions to the norm. So sad seeing so many once happy lives coming to an end, but it has helped me grow to see that there are many beautiful souls hidden under old bodies.

Seeing death sweep down is not a unique experience no matte the age of the witness. I stopped going to funerals a while back. Growing up in a small town, I've attended too many. Death is a given and doesn't matter, except to the survivors. It is life which is so damn difficult and longing for attention. It is easy to remember seeing death, but how many can recall stories of life?

I'm with you, SJ. I don't go to funerals any more unless they are for someone close. Being in the business that I am, I've been to far too many. But, you ask for a story of life, I'll give you one:

In March, I received a referral for possible admission of a lady to our nursing home who had had a SEVERE brainstem stroke. 48 years old. I went to see her in the hospital, and I just kept thinking, "there's NO WAY this lady will EVER be more than she is right now". She could not track with her eyes, she could not move, she was tube fed. She had no function of her left side at all. Her husband was at her side and let me just say that I left that room in tears. Probably because she was so young, he was so devoted, etc.
Anyway, I am so happy to tell you that on July 20, she WALKED out of our door and went home with her husband. She was laughing, talking, eating and walking. Recently, they came back to visit us. She was radiant. So, I guess you can tell, I'll NEVER forget her!

Anyway, I am so happy to tell you that on July 20, she WALKED out of our door and went home with her husband. She was laughing, talking, eating and walking. Recently, they came back to visit us. She was radiant. So, I guess you can tell, I'll NEVER forget her!

Wonderful, inspirational thank you dear DD!

On a lighter note, I remember so vividly many many years ago helping my grandparents move to their new house. My brother and I were so exicited because we got to ride in the back of the truck to help hold things in place. I remember sitting in the back and eating the biggest peach I have ever seen. For years after that I was in search of peaches like that. That peach was so huge because we were so small. It took years for that to sink in.

Wow what stories. I do have tears in my eyes.

I will never forget the smells and sounds of Venice...
I will never forget how the marble in the Parthenon felt...
I will never forget Dec. 22, 2006. The best of funn at the movies with great friends and then 30 minutes later calling JDarg about my worse nightmare.
I will NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER forget all the calls, pm's, emails, visits, $$, cards, flowers, food, from all my SoWal friends. I still to this day am amazed by the power of this board as well as my non sowaller friends.
I will never forget saying "I do" to Mr. IBD at Eden
I will never forget little IBD coming into this world....

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Wow what stories. I do have tears in my eyes.

I will never forget the smells and sounds of Venice...
I will never forget how the marble in the Parthenon felt...
I will never forget Dec. 22, 2006. The best of funn at the movies with great friends and then 30 minutes later calling JDarg about my worse nightmare.
I will NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER forget all the calls, pm's, emails, visits, $$, cards, flowers, food, from all my SoWal friends. I still to this day am amazed by the power of this board as well as my non sowaller friends.
I will never forget saying "I do" to Mr. IBD at Eden
I will never forget little IBD coming into this world....

IBD- I will never forget Dec. 22 either.


I will also never forget a a look in my father's eyes that he kept for the last 3 months of his own father's life. Dad was dying, he knew it, and his own father was dying too, but Dad wasn't going to let his father bury another child (my uncle had passed 3 years earlier). I guess it didn't matter that my grandfather was 96 and his kids were grandparents themselves- it is never easy to lose a child, no matter the age. So it became almost a grim contest to see who could last the longest.

Anyway, my grandfather was going downhill pretty fast, and Dad kept up a look of steely determination and concentration- it took every bit of strength that he had in him. You could see it in his eyes. He would visit his dad at the nursing home, walk out of there, and practically collapse for 3 days since "putting on the show" was so exhausting for him. When my grandfather died in March of that year, you could see the look of relief in Dad's eyes- so relieved that he had spared his own father more pain and grief.

That look of determination in his eyes went away- and 3 months later, he died too. I will never forget that look, and the sheer strength of his will to live, when his being alive meant everything to a sweet little old man.

I will never forget my OB GYN telling me I was pregnant, after a year prior having an ectopic pregnancy and coming very close to bleeding to death that I would never, ever be able to have children. I will never forget feeling my son move for the first time and really believing that a miracle was occuring inside me. I will never forget my water breaking 6 weeks early and delivering a 4 lb. 4 oz. baby boy. I will never forget holding him in my arms and looking at that tiny body and thanking God for the miracle of my son.