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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 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)
Posted by pastol on 29 August 2017 - 07:20 PM
Before I retired, the company that I worked for had a very large what we called "Regional Office" in Charlottesville, VA. During a migration of our data centers from the Regional Offices to 3 hubs in the south (Atlanta, Dallas & Phoenix) I was assigned to coordinate the Charlottesville move. I got to know the people in the IT department (back then it was called DP) very well. They were a smart group. Well-oiled and the shop ran like a top. It was a fine mix of personalities and all of them very friendly people. They were kind and fun and always treated me like they'd known me forever. Right up to the day I retired I kept in touch with them. Often I'd call to run something by them to get a reaction. Corporate Headquarters was talking about implementing this or that and I'd call people in the "field" to get a feel for how it would directly affect them. Corporate was really good at that, coming up with ideas without thinking about how it would affect those people that were one step closer to our customers than we were. Charlottesville was more often than not the office I'd call.
I remember the town very well. Very small, the University of Virginia and the company that I worked for were probably the 2 largest employers in town. The town always struck me as a little economically depressed, but not overtly so. They did have a few cool restaurants in town that only the locals could tell you about. In spite of the school, there seemed to be no nightlife. But parts of the town were very pretty and the second you crossed that not so invisible line to out-of-town everything transformed into a scene of beauty that was breathtaking. Many times after dinner I'd get in the rental car and just drive, just taking it all in. I lived in Phoenix at the time. This was a wonderful escape from sand sand and more sand. The lush tree lines and rolling hills were calming and soothing. The air smelled good and people often waved at you for no reason at all. Just 2 travelers passing as the sun went down.
I went up to Monticello during one of my trips there. It was interesting but a bit unsettling as well. "These were the slave's cabins." Holy shit, they were like 10 x 10 shanties. I'd seen enough and never went back.
But all in all it was a very nice little town, nice people and some very good memories. I've tried very hard to disassociate all of the news lately from those memories. I want to remember the beauty of the place and the people that I knew there with a smile and that same feeling of warmth that I always felt previous to the brouhaha of recent days, all over statues. Can't that be discussed without the entire calamity? Evidently not. It is very disappointing to have a small group of people try to twist those memories. In time I will push those events to the back of my head. At the same time, I'd like to think that Heather Heyer's memory will live on. It will be a convoluted argument that will play out in my head for some time. In the end, hoping that her mother finds the peace that she deserves would be the best approach.
Posted by Navy on 09 November 2016 - 08:51 PM
P.S. Navy's avatar is at my house too... he was the chef for our labor day BBQ weekend. (rubbing the meat seemed to take him a very long time though if I recall... ).
I had to find this and dig it out of the archives. Holy crap - look how young (and thin) I was. And Tyler - the kitchen must bring you flashbacks!
Posted by pastol on 24 August 2014 - 09:43 PM
Three photos that I found on the Web today that I am excited about. The photos are very different but the majesty and "wow" factor in all three emanate from the same source. I will concede that in the first one, it is both the sun AND the rain at the same time that makes the shot so eye catching. The photographer made mention that through all of the rain, the sun was still shining and the net was catching it just right. There is much that can be said about the second one. Sunflowers turned brilliant by their own namesake. It is as if they are attempting to become one in the same. The petals ablaze from the sun shining through them, and the sun trying so hard to imitate them. The last one is my favorite. That's Mt. Rainier in the background. The colors are at once subdued and burning fiercely as if the lake is on fire. I bet the photographer wished for that moment to never end. Such a magical time of day to be out in the snow. No doubt the silence was deafening, and beautiful.