See You On The Other Side

Our Dear Friend John. Your gruff demeanor always belied by your eyes. Kindness. All saw right through you. Teddy Bear. My friend. Who always asked and meant it. Really cared about the answer. My only lasting partner in "what the heck did we marry into here?" : ) More than an Uncle, my husbands friend as well. Giving him a hand when he least expected it. Carefully listening. The storyteller. The advice giver. The authority on just about everything. Whether it was correct or not. How we will miss you. Even after she left you and even after she chose to leave this earth you were and always will remain family. You said she had been dispersed. Well the boys found her in your desk drawer at work. After all these years. If she's waiting for you at the pearly gates I hope you brought some ear plugs. Or then again, maybe she found the peace she couldn't find here and will greet you with a smile and take your hand. Maybe when we see you again someday, when we reach the other side,  we will see you smile again too. We missed that when it faded away. And now, one week from apparently fine to "too late". "Too far along." No hope. Last week I held your hand tight and saw fear in those eyes. Something I have never seen. And never want to see again. Yesterday you lay unaware. Flanked by your boys. One by blood. One by bond. Good men raised by a good man. Their tears a testament. Blessed you were able to make the choice yourself. I don't know if their hearts could have withstood making the decision.  I hope you could feel my hand on your arm. Heard my words. Good friend. Good man. Goodbye. That you had to be taken only makes us grieve. But we have peace in knowing you were absolved from pain and struggle. That you were taken swiftly and gently with dignity.
Godspeed to you. See you on the other side.
Our Dear Friend John.

I do want to give attribution to this Youtube poster for the stunning video. Under the circumstances I hope they don't mind me totally ripping it off.


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24 Hours in Savannah

Or why I'm not a travel blogger. Even though I travel a lot.

I've been gone gone gone lately. It occurred to me that I actually go to some interesting places but I don't usually share it. I'm working. Even if I remember to bring a camera I usually don't have much time to use it. And quite honestly, I really suck at taking pictures. I tend to be very much in the moment and experiencing things with the immediate senses. Photo's are an afterthought. A few weeks ago I went to Savannah Georgia, which I was pretty excited about because I really love historic places and ADORE old buildings. But I was only there for 24 hours and a third of that was spent working and another good chunk spent sleeping and such.
But I did try to venture out. We stayed along the harbor downtown and it was pretty cool. But it was also hot. 98 degrees and severely humid. I don't do hot. So while many lovely and interesting things lay just down the block toward the squares, I didn't venture in that direction. I certainly hope to someday, for fun, and in The Winter.  But it did occur to me that it may be interesting to share on my blog.  So here. I took some pictures for you. I gave up on trying to keep strangers from being posted here against their will because there were people freakin everywhere. So if anyone in the witness protection program is here, I'm terribly sorry. Check the lady in the blue dress. She looks like she's about to come across the street and whack me one. Maybe she was just hot.

 

Heres the street.

 

and again

 

and yeah

 

Here's a really awesome building with a fountain from 1908

 

This is a bell that I'm pretty sure the sign said used to be at the entrance to the city.

 

It's in a steeple.

 

This is a great building.

 

This is rock in honor of the Lutherans that fled to Savannah to escape persecution, which I found fascinating because I'm Lutheran and had no idea they had anything to do with Georgia. It's in German. I stared at it for 5 minutes trying to make it out before I realized it was written in English underneath. Then I spent 5 more minutes being confused about why it was there until I noticed there  was a sign next to it explaining it.

 



And then I was done. Because it was hot. One note to consider. To get to the waterfront you have to traverse steep narrow stairs with risk of death warnings on them or navigate down a steep hill paved with uneven stones. A perilous trap for someone with 3 ankle injuries under her belt...wearing flip flops. If I had known I'd have brought my hiking boots. It did bring to mind that Savannah is well known as a place to get lit. Particularly on Saint Patricks Day. I was stymied as to how anyone who is drunk could ever navigate the place and come out alive. I mentioned this to Biggest who is a Savannah fan and she answered with the wisdom of experience. She said, "Oh yes, I figured out the only way to walk safely in Savannah is if you ARE drunk." So there you go.


I also went to Pensacola  Fl. recently. Pretty sure it's a good place for people who like boats and fishing.  Here's a picture.

 And another.

Enjoy.

It was hot there as well.

Tomorrow I'm going to Daytona Fl. I'm not taking pictures. I spend a great deal of time in Daytona because our biggest client is there. Don't buy the tourist commercials. It's awful. Unless you are a biker or a Nascar fan.  In that case have at it. It's all yours. It's hot there too.



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no. why?

Ok. Let's Do This Instead.

Tip that fedora. Turn the lights low. And wear your shades anyway. Pour a glass.

Nod in time. We're at the cool table. Act nonchalant.