Oh clever! You think you are gonna get me to spill the beans. No way. Gotta let the system work and let things fall in to place first. Juuuuuust a few more days. Promise. NO MORE HINTS
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Things I have in common with a raccoon: dark circles under my eyes, stay up all night, eat junk.....you know the rest!
My thoughts and prayers for MrsB and all of MrB's friends here. We ever met, but this thread and the one with all the pictures a few weeks ago are both amazing. He was obviously really loved and will be really missed. Sending strength to all of you. What a great group here!
I wish I had an opportunity to meet Mr. B. I didn't know him other than reading his comments, and I feel like I've lost a friend. St. John has a way of doing that to us~
Barbara, once your plan is in place can you start a new thread about it? It will be easier for all of us to find. Look forward to seeing what you have up your sleeve!
"Sponges grow in the ocean...I wonder how much deeper it would be if that didn't happen."
Great news! We have a new charity to choose from! I am launching a new thread to talk about the charity in tribute to John! Stay tuned to this bat channel.
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Things I have in common with a raccoon: dark circles under my eyes, stay up all night, eat junk.....you know the rest!
Sweet Christine and I are headed up to PA today for MrB's memorial service tomorrow. It's hard to say goodbye, but it will be good to see friends. We're getting into town around 8:30PM and headed over to Victory Brewing Company to meet Jim and Linda, our buddies who stayed with us at Casa de Sonadores in November. We'll see Amy, Barbara and Jorge Sunday morning. We'll send our love and best wishes to Amy and John's family from the STJ gang. The ACC memorial fund says a lot. Nicely done.
Mr. B's service is today at 9am. I spent the day and evening with Amy. She is holding up well. I do worry about her when the dust settles and everyone goes back to there own "normal" life. Please keep her in your thoughts and write her when you can. All is well and life goes on. Luvya, Jorge