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Posted on Thu, Aug 18, 2005 05:34

A friend of mine once asked me to write my own obituary, saying what I want left behind to be remembered by.
Here goes:

Tombstone Epitaph, Tombstone,Arizona 1888

The Breed known as Jess passed over today. His last words were to his long time friend and companion, Tippy, the Mule.

He said "Old hoss, it's been interestin. Though I've wronged some folks, it was unintentional and though my mistakes were plenty, I made the best decision I could, with the knowledge I had, each time. I've made some good friends and even better enemies. I've laughed and sang more times than I've cried. And yuh know sumpthin hoss? I wouldn't change a durn thing!"



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Posted on Mon, Jun 12, 2006 05:25

TnTrBak write:
thunderunderme write:
She gave good hug...

Can't wait to get one!


Won't be long sweetie....booby smashin' time...lol



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Posted on Fri, Jun 09, 2006 23:18

thunderunderme write:
She gave good hug...

Can't wait to get one!



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Posted on Wed, Jun 07, 2006 19:23

She gave good hug...



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Posted on Wed, Jun 07, 2006 02:48

This poem's not mine but i rather like it.....
Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn?s rain.
When you awaken in the morning?s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
(by Melinda Sue Pacho)



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Posted on Mon, Jun 05, 2006 14:40

Azzkikr write:
"He was a mean old son of a bitch, but he loved his family."

Rescue1 writesL
Oh, that's sweet. Mom would be so proud.

  


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Posted on Fri, May 26, 2006 05:50

Paula 1966-

She didnt have it easy..she didnt complain..her kids learned by her mistakes, she didnt die in vain...she didnt have much, she didnt really care..whatever she had was for everyone to share..

and speaking of sharing...i am to be cremated and split up 5 ways amongst my kids..LOL.

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Posted on Thu, May 25, 2006 15:59

Here lies little ol' Red,
Who lived life to the fullest until she was dead!
She made sure she was buried face down you know why?
So the whole world could kiss that cute ass good-bye!

  
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Posted on Thu, May 11, 2006 15:58

Told ya I was Sick!



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Posted on Tue, May 09, 2006 09:53

dam I thought he would never leave

  


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Posted on Sun, May 07, 2006 20:51

Never mind me. A friend of mine Joel who was also my daughter's friend died riding too fast at night on a mountain road. A year before his friend Shawn died on the mountain, hitting a van stuck in the middle of the road. His wife didn't appreciate him. I guess money was more important to her but it's too late to turn the clock back. Joel was the most fascinating man I've ever met if you consider secret missions in the military and security stants. Joel used to tease me and tell me if he told me his stories he'd have to kill me. I was told the day of Joel's funeral and could not get a flight to Montana in time for the funeral. I think I've died a little each day after that never being able to say, "Goodbye and I miss you." I have reoccurring nightmares of Joel going over the guard rail and hitting the tree. My daughter never went to his funeral either as she is in a MBA program and could not leave unless she quit the program. I think when she visits for Mother's Day, we will go to church and have our final goodbyes. Each person is so different and precious. Joel came to my home on several occasions and we talked for hours at the dinner table. Joel was a good friend to both of us. You either liked him or you didn't. I was lucky enough for him to like me as he was picky who he made friends with. But, I can get along with most everyone. I never was able to have closure and I am still hurting. I'm not going to reread this so I apologize for any mistakes in spelling and grammar. All my love to the two young young men, Joel and Shawn, who touched my life as human beings and fellow motorcyclists. -vetducgirl alias Tonya



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Posted on Sun, May 07, 2006 08:10

I WAITED YEARS FOR THIS !
LET THE ADVENTURE BEGIN !



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Posted on Sun, May 07, 2006 07:07

KinMonmouth write:
She smiled...

Very nice.

  


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Posted on Thu, May 04, 2006 06:16

She smiled...



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Posted on Thu, Apr 27, 2006 19:24

Rescue1 write: Well, that jerked a tear!

Sorry bout that, didn't mean too.
Just started type'n and out it came.LOL



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Posted on Thu, Apr 27, 2006 19:17

buggerbender write:
Here he lies dust to dust.
Early in life following orders, did what he must

Loved the ladies one by one as a rogue in the shadows
Some all alone and others with fellows

Once gave himself to another thinking life was complete
But mistakes were made on both sides of that street

Always tried to do what was right
Sacrificing and seeing in second hand sight
While in the end it was perfectly clear
He would sit in the black of night all alone, with his demons and fears

On two wheels he traveled, over the land far and long
Meeting sisters and brothers along the way, sharing drink, laughter, and song

His journeys not over, nay it has just come to light
For the next world is now all a rumble with the sounds of his pipes

Pity not the poor sole that dies all alone
For life is what we make of if
In spite of the words etched upon our stone...

Well, that jerked a tear!



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Posted on Tue, Apr 25, 2006 22:38

Here he lies dust to dust.
Early in life following orders, did what he must

Loved the ladies one by one as a rogue in the shadows
Some all alone and others with fellows

Once gave himself to another thinking life was complete
But mistakes were made on both sides of that street

Always tried to do what was right
Sacrificing and seeing in second hand sight
While in the end it was perfectly clear
He would sit in the black of night all alone, with his demons and fears

On two wheels he traveled, over the land far and long
Meeting sisters and brothers along the way, sharing drink, laughter, and song

His journeys not over, nay it has just come to light
For the next world is now all a rumble with the sounds of his pipes

Pity not the poor sole that dies all alone
For life is what we make of if
In spite of the words etched upon our stone...



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Posted on Tue, Apr 25, 2006 17:58

Blondie Ostara died June21st, 2035.

Pour my ashes in the oil pump and take me for one more ride.

Don't cry, don't sing.
Just pour me in.

Pain's gone now, and even the sin.

Blessed Be! Blondie

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Posted on Tue, Apr 25, 2006 11:34

I'll be back



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Posted on Sun, Nov 27, 2005 22:06

She came into this world smiling and she left the same way.....her heart was lite....and she will see true friends...holding a piece of sweetgrass in one hand and a smile in the other...you know who you are...pity the uglys....sad for the broken halo's.....and all that befriend them

  


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