Just a little trip back.....................

They used to play this at the skating rink, and we used to go all the time. Didn't break anything but a few minor rules and a couple of hearts!

I love this song, and it has a "thump" to it. They played this at an old buddy's funeral. If you knew him you would know it fit him perfectly, and it was what he wanted. Probably the only time our funeral home rocked! Please let me thank all of you for your thoughts and prayers. Your comments and PM's were a tremendous comfort to me and my family and dear friends. Especially my daughter. She wanted me to be sure that you know that she thanks you from her heart. Ya'll are the best people I know, and I am blessed to have had time with all of you! Here's a cute one from my father's family. I had a great uncle who wasn't so great. He had a sneaky streak that beat all. If he paid you a visit, he would snitch something out of your house, even if it was just an old envelope that was headed for the trash. Just so he could feel like he got one on you some way. And when it came to making a dollar bill he would stop at nothing. He wasn't a nice person. When he passed on, Daddy went to the funeral after the family open-bar-in-the-motel-before-the-funeral-with-drinks-after-the-service get together. My father's family puts you away with a buzz! Daddy sat behind the uncle's two sons. Well, it became clear that the preacher didn't really know the man. You can't say "he was a mean sumbitch" in the eulogy, anyway. So he was extolling virtues my great uncle did not have. Daddy said he just went on and on! Daddy said he was holding his stuff together pretty well until one of the sons turned and asked his brother: "Who the Hell is he talkin' about?" That's where my Daddy lost his put-together! You are not supposed to roll in the floor laughing! Makes ya wonder if the open bar BEFORE the service is a good idea. Peace, my Friends!

This is Cindy.

Cindy was eighteen years old. She was a daughter, a sister, a friend, a student, a wife, and the mother of a one year old son. She was my daughter's best friend.

She had gone to the graduation of her step-brother and my daughter on May 26. We all sat together. After the ceremony she and her family, and my girl, spent the day together celebrating, and she was looking forward to her own graduation in August.
She went back to her home with her step-father and step-brother to pick up some clothes at about 10:00 p.m..
Her estranged husband, who was waiting in the backyard, hidden in a boxed-in shelter, opened fire with a 30-06 deer rifle, hitting her step-father in the hip at close range. Another round hit the hot water heater, the third round ricocheted off of the freezer and struck her in the lower back, exiting through her lower stomach. Her step-brother rushed in when he heard the first shot, found his father on the floor, and saw Cindy go down.

Authorities and family believe that her husband, only nineteen years old himself, thought that if Cindy's mother, step-father, and older brother were dead she would go back to him. When he realized that one round had hit her, he committed suicide.

Cindy passed away at 4:50 a.m., on May 27.

Take your rest with the Lord, Sweet Girl, and we will never forget you.

This is Cindy's son, Brandon. Please keep this little one in your thoughts and prayers.

I am so heartbroken right now I can barely see for the tears.

A friend and loved one has been taken from us by extreme violence, and another is in ICU.

I will be away for a few days.

I don't have words for this, or maybe I have too many.

I cannot do this right now.

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE CLASS OF 2007! Kids, I know ya'll just graduated and you've got summer plans, but if you wouldn't mind saving our country before long? No pressure.............really. Just something to think about.