For people we've loved who have left this world--post your tributes here

[Ellen Forradalom]

Tim Delaney
Charles Wilding-White
Raymond Wilding-White
Andrea Crawford

Until we meet again.

[wtmusic]

1. My mom

You were the best. :loveya:

[DustMolecule]

2. To my Uncle...Edmund

without a doubt, one of the finest men to ever have graced this planet! So humbly you walked.

With love always....

[ashling]

3. My mom & dad

Doris Miller Pickett 1918-1973
Lee Lloyd Pickett 1918 - 1998

Democrats Together ~ Democrats forever !

&
Harold Glenn Pickett 1959 - 1998

[maveric]

4. My Dad and my Brother

Dad 1931-2000 A great liberal newsman, a great father.

My brother Scott 1961-1996 A great, funny guy that lived a troubled life.

[LibertyorDeath]

5. To my best friend Dan thank you for all the love & great times

You are always with me in so many ways

Sometimes I hear your voice and see your smile and I know

i'll see you on the other side.

Love you

[CO Liberal]

6. Here's a Few

Edmund Zitkus (my dad)
Consuelo Zitkus (my mom)
John Zitkus (my grandfather)
Eva Zitkus (my grandmother)
Helen Zitkus (my godmother and favorite aunt)
Anthony Joyce (my grandfather)
Helen Joyce (the grandmother I never knew)
Thomas Zitkus (my cousin)

and....

Michelle Cors (my first wife and mother of my two children)

[no_hypocrisy]

7. My mother.

She was intelligent, witty, raised three kids under trying circumstances --- and she loathed George W. Bush.

And Uncle Jerry. We had a great relationship via the telephone. He enhanced my political activism and awareness.

[Striker Davies]

8. Forbes Hunter, Wayne Kent

Forbes Hunter, my best friend for over thirty years, died of cancer at the age of 63 in Toronto. We had seen each other through disasters and triumphs, competed mercilessly at the gliding club in Montreal to be the best instructors and aerobatics pilots, became better pilots as a result. He saved my career by helping me get assignments in his industry, in which he was well known throughout Canada, and I am still getting the pay-offs.

Wayne Kent, family man, three teenage children, died of cancer within three hours of Forbes, at Camden, near Sydney Australia, at 53. Took up archery when his two sons did, saw the boys win the national titles for their age groups, moved to field archery and achieved a world ranking in the top ten. The sort of man who always seemed to have lots of people in his house, a father whose teenage kids brought their friends home because they were so proud of him.

Two of the finest men I have ever known and I miss them terribly.

[hippiechick]

9. 11 years ago ~ April 1, 2003

Alan.
I know you're still watching over me.
I see you in my dreams, I feel your presence when I meditate.
I get goosebumps, smile and shed a tear when I hear "that song".

But I miss you. You left us too soon.


:hippie:

[TXlib]

10. My maternal grandmother, 1902-1994

She was able to live with family, her children, when she became too infirm to live by herself.

When the end came, it was quite sudden, but not so sudden that there was no time to prepare. She went into the hospital for about two weeks while her body began to shut down from old age.

My mother was able to visit her one last time, kiss her, and say goodbye for all of us.

[dolo amber]

11. I wrote this a few months ago

for my Nana. :)

Hands

My hands have changed lately.

Like most of me, they're no longer the picture of youth they once were. It makes me sad. The knuckles are beginning to thicken, much like my middle. Veins are beginning to be a bit more prominent. I'm only 36! I don't want to have old lady hands yet. My face retains the baby fat look of someone much younger, but my hands are a dead giveaway.

Then one day while typing, I look down and a strange realization hits me. These aren't my hands. These are Nana's hands. My nana who grew up in the hills of Kentucky, a relative of Loretta Lynn and living a life quite the same as was chronicled in the movie "Coal Miner's Daughter." My nana who, married at 14, had 3 children before she was 18. My nana whose first husband (and my father's father) killed himself by drinking poison on her porch while in a drunken rage at her taking nursing classes at night, where she was to his mind, assuredly "sleeping around on him."

Nana went on to marry again, and get her nursing degree. She never had an easy life. Her second husband died of a heart attack after only a few years. She had to work 12-16 hour shifts on her bad feet and knees to support herself and her family. She was a peculiar lady, ridiculing you in one breath about your appearance, and hugging you with a fiercness that threatened to squeeze the very essence out of you in the other. And laughing. She had an amazing laugh, just annoyingly nasal enough to make you laugh along with her, even if it was at you. Always had a 6-pack of some horrid beer in the fridge, despite being a very devout Presbyterian, said it "settled her stomach." ;)

My youngest child is named for Nana. She passed into the ether a few years ago. I have inherited from her bad knees, bad eyesight, and my hands. Now when I look at them, I'm no longer concerned about lost looks. Instead, I smile. :)

[supernova]

12. Momma and Daddy

Katheryn Elizabeth Wagner Sharpe (1926 - 1996) "Bettie"
William Morris Sharpe, Jr. (1920 - 1995) "Bill"


Daddy, I'll never forget your quiet and intense wisdom, your special way with gardens. I swear there wasn't a plant in existence you could not coax to grow. You held the the to the secrets of nature and the changing of the seasons. You always knew when to plant in the spring, when it would rain, when it would snow. You never said very much, but through your actions I always knew that you cared and that you loved me.

I found out behind your back from momma, years later, that you said you thought I should go into politics. I'd do well there. LOL! You knew that before I did. And even though you were a staunch Nixon guy, you nevertheless gave me the freedom to explore what I thought. You never demeaned or dismissed my obvious lefty leanings.

I miss you now. I miss times with you in the garden. I miss shucking corn. I miss you everytime it snows. I miss you when I smell watermelons and canteloupes, because those were your favorite treats to grow.


Momma, I miss you just as much. I miss our easy discussions, I miss the fact that you were the one who understood me the most. I miss your vivaciousness and passionate intelligence. I miss your strength. I miss your curiosity and lust for life. You give me hope because you changed careers and and finished school at the age of 40, when most women were staying at home. You give me hope I can work myself out of this situation.

If I can carry forward just a little what they brought into the world and add something of myself, I will be satisfied with life.

Momma :loveya: :loveya:
Daddy :loveya: :loveya:

Until we meet again. :grouphug: