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I googled gay hunk roamer and here he is just for you and found him QUITE fitting!
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Posted by Tyler on 18 May 2018 - 11:46 AM
Thanks much guys... I spent the day gardening and enjoying the sunshine.
LOOK what I got for my birthday... this video is taken just before she finished it but I received the finished painting today - it took my breath away and it's off to the framing shop. I will post a pic when it's framed...
This is a short video from Denise showing the present, the same wonderful childhood friend who did the solo portrait of my boy.
Posted by Scott on 18 June 2018 - 06:50 PM
Pastol, this one's for you
Now that your life has come to an end
I am sad because you were my friend.
I will miss you very much
because my life you did touch.
Now that your pain has ceased
I hope you can find some peace
in a much better place
with a smile on your face.
So I say again
rest easy my friend.
Posted by Tyler on 30 March 2018 - 04:29 PM
The last one is just to show the fine detail and beautiful job the framing shop did. He was on display in the shop window when I went to get him and I almost dropped to my knees on the sidewalk. He's also on the front page of their website.
Watching over me like he always did....
Posted by Tyler on 14 March 2018 - 05:02 PM
Sorry I haven't been around guys, I had no idea this would hit me so hard. I have been so lonely and devastated and it's already been 11 weeks this Friday. On every Friday at 10:15 like some lunatic I can't stop re-living that awful day like a morbid anniversary. I am moving along slowly and coming back here to say hello to my forum mates shows that I guess.
Here's the final copy of the painting my childhood friend did for me... she added some detail to the collar hardware and some more blues in the water... she did such a beautiful job capturing his essence - it looks exactly like him in every way. I knew she would as she has a way of making pictures into artwork... I can reproduce stuff but I'm not a natural artist like her. We knew each other through art class actually as we were both considered unteachable by the crazy cat lady who taught art in our high school and we both got year long projects to work on by ourselves at the back of the class. I painted an enormous painting of Barbra Streisand close up from her disco days (was from her Memories album I think) - I just liked her and was not out of the closet and had no idea I was painting who would become a gay icon. I now humorously wonder what the other boys in the class might have thought but Denise and I kept to ourselves so it didn't matter to me anyway.
The painting arrives by Fedex tomorrow and straight to the framing shop it goes. I'll post a picture of it when it's framed.
Dad, before I went
I wanted you to know
I loved when you rubbed my tummy
I loved how you called me cutey pie
I loved when you broke my treats into small pieces
I loved it when you kissed my ears and said they were soft as silk
I loved when you said ‘do you love me dad’ I always wagged and said yes in my heart
I loved when you would hide and I would come find you
I loved your laughter when I did silly things
I loved when you tapped on my can of food to get my attention before you fed me
I loved all the bags of jerky you gave me and how you smiled as I ran off with them so happily
I loved how you held my paw when we went for drives
I loved how happy I made you feel when you came home from the hospital and I was waiting for you at the door
I loved how you came to me for comfort when you were sad
I loved all the great toys you bought me
I loved when you sang to me at night
Dad, YOU were my sunshine all along
I loved the way you took special care of me when I got old and slowed down
And most of all I loved when you lay with me when my time came whispering in my ear how great a friend I was
As you comforted me as I left you I felt so very loved.
Bandit, sometimes I don’t know if the tears I cry are for you or for myself
Because I must now live without you
Two things I do know...
I love you
I miss you
And my heart hurts
A million words would not bring you back, I know because I’ve tried
Neither would a million tears, I know because I’ve cried.
I’ll never forget you baby.
(PS I can't take credit for writing all of that as I borrowed parts and modified them to suit what I wanted to write)