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azblond Senior Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 637The Steamy Desert 
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He Walks with the Angels In life there are all sorts of people who make a difference in this world one person at a time. They do not usually wake up and think of whom they can touch in a special way today. They are usually people who live life one day at a time. They have the same worries and confusion on life that most of us have; yet they also have a gift. Their gift is to make others forget their own problems and smile. For me, my special person is someone I had known my entire life. I never thought of him as extraordinary, but I knew he was one of those people I just enjoyed having around. He made others smile, and had a knack for making you see that life is not all bad. When things became too emotional, and I felt as though I was drowning, very often he was the one with a smile or a joke, a rustle on top of the head. We didn’t hug or cry together when things were tough. Believe it or not, he was a man of few words. The ones he did speak were always positive though. He touched my life with a strong presence, and the knowing certainty that if I ever needed him, he would always be there. I guess I took him for granted a lot of times, for when something is familiar, you seem to believe it can never disappear. I always knew he made me feel better when I was sad, and when I was happy, he was happy for me. He took my side in small fights growing up, often saying that I needed to be a kid, and that I was good. Silly it seems now as an adult, but how important that was when I was still trying to find my way in the world. I never realized how many other people he touched in much the same way. There came a day when we all gathered together to talk of the things he had done to brighten our lives, to make us all smile. The stories flowed, and the room filled with laughter over the silly tales he told to make someone crack a smile. He was the constant prankster, and full of jokes. How the world needs people like that, someone to make us laugh. This person was one who sought not to be part of a crowd, who didn’t pursue the relentless battle of being number one. He didn’t judge others on how much money they had, or what they looked like. He helped children, much like he did for me growing up, by showing them that they had to believe in themselves, and when things get tough, you should get a bit silly sometimes. He was not out to make friends, but people gravitated towards him. He loved children, and in a room full of them, the one he would often be found talking to was the outcast. He let them see that there is no such thing as an outcast, that we are all special. Once he made chocolate covered dog biscuits. Not for the dog, mind you. When I grew up, he played with my young daughter like he really understood her. I think he did. In a room full of people, thousands of stories came to life, and we sat there laughing, for to look at this man, you would never suspect him as the one to pull off some of the crazy pranks he did. Those who knew him best always suspected him first. He could look you straight in the eye and swear he didn't do it, and you would almost believe him. Did I mention the chocolate covered dog biscuits? This man brought laughter and comedy to our world. On this day he linked so many people together, too many to count. People from all walks of life, many of whom would never share the same room if it weren’t for the fact that they all shared the pleasure of knowing this same man. That pleasure brought us all together. The past and the present collided, and we saw the future, for the children were there too. I began to see how blessed I was, for having him in my life, for sharing his smiles. I felt a bit selfish for never getting to know some of the others that he had touched too. I wondered what joke he would tell on this day, to make this room full of those that loved him smile. For on this day, our hearts were broken, and behind the laughter was the endless stream of tears. This was the one day he couldn’t lift our spirits in person. This time he couldn’t play the prank. This was the day we had come to say Good-bye. It’s been two years for us now, and the world still looks lonely without him, but I will never forget how he touched my life. I hope none of the others forget either. He walks with the angels now, and I am sure heaven has never been the same. The angels are laughing more than ever before, and I just want to say I remember Uncle Bill. And I’m thinking of making my daughter some chocolate covered biscuits today. It’s been a tough week, and I had to keep the memory alive. You know what’s under the chocolate, so laugh again. I miss you. Your memory lives on. Written by MiChelle Van Vleet In loving memory of my Uncle William Russell Jewell II ------------------ For sometimes when the Darkness falls, we must surrender, take what is ours, and give what we can, and always remember love is somewhere waiting... |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
Hey blondie! I really am thankful you wrote this... You've reminded me of my grandfather...not that I forgot him, but I'll bet my gramps and your uncle are up there stirring up the wings of those angels with laughter! I could think of nothing more heavenly. Thanks again, my friend. ------------------ ~onevoice~ "I never kissed somebody so that they would break my heart." |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Again, you stirred up some forgotten memories. Thank you, Az. ------------------ Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings? DreamEvil© |
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azblond Senior Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 637The Steamy Desert |
Thank You both for your kind replies...this piece is truly part of my life, a memory of someone I loved, that I never thought I would find the words to express the emotion. |
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leelew Member
since 1999-07-10
Posts 89highmount,ny,usa |
Well done!! Makes me think on the mst important person in my life.Thank-You for sharing. |
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