============================================================ Get your FREE credit report @ ConsumerInfo.Com! http://click.topica.com/caaacMub1ddNBb2HgmNa/ConsumerInfo ============================================================ Wild Horse, thanks for sharing such beautiful memories of your father. Frannie ----- Original Message ----- From: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Monday, July 30, 2001 3:34 AM Subject: Digest for [EMAIL PROTECTED], issue 336 > -- Topica Digest -- > > Re: Freinds > By [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > Re: Freinds > By [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > Re: Freinds > By [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > Re: Freinds > By [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > Re: Freinds > By [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > Gathering Information > By [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > Re: Gathering Information > By [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > Please bare with me > By [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > ------------------------------------------------------------ > > Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 13:22:20 +0200 > From: "Sophie Danneel" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [Native_American] Freinds > > > This is a multi-part message in MIME format. > > ------=_NextPart_000_000D_01C11831.7F148580 > Content-Type: text/plain; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit > > Prayers in the blue Light for your father, Wild Horse. He is now in the Light ! It's sure ! > Sophie. > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: Wild Horse > To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > Sent: Sunday, July 29, 2001 1:33 AM > Subject: [Native_American] Freinds > > > ============================================================ > Get your free credit report online, by fax or mail. > Always private and always secure, click here to get > yours FOR FREE at ConsumerInfo.Com! > http://click.topica.com/caaacMxb1ddNBb2m1okb/ConsumerInfo > ============================================================ > Please keep my family in your prayers. My father was killed in a motorcycle accident on July 27, 2001. > > Wild Horse > ============================================================ > Sign up for My Topica and get a FREE, personalized web page > for all your subscriptions, online reading and posting > privileges, special offers, and more! > http://click.topica.com/caaabHSb1ddNBb2m1okg/register > ============================================================ > Visit and show your support for the Grass Roots Oyate > http://members.tripod.com/GrassRootsOyate > > Clemency for Leonard Peltier. Sign the Petition. > http://petitiononline.com/Release/petition.html > > > > ------=_NextPart_000_000D_01C11831.7F148580 > Content-Type: text/html; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit > > <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> > <HTML><HEAD> > <META content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1" http-equiv=Content-Type> > <META content="MSHTML 5.00.2614.3500" name=GENERATOR> > <STYLE></STYLE> > </HEAD> > <BODY bgColor=#ffffff> > > > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Prayers in the blue Light for your > father, Wild Horse. He is now in the Light ! It's sure !</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Sophie.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV> <SPAN id=__#Ath#SignaturePos__></SPAN> </DIV> > <BLOCKQUOTE > style="BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px"> > <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial">----- Original Message ----- </DIV> > <DIV > style="BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; FONT: 10pt arial; font-color: black"><B>From:</B> > <A href="mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]"; [EMAIL PROTECTED]>Wild Horse</A> </DIV> > <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A > href="mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]"; > [EMAIL PROTECTED]>[EMAIL PROTECTED]</A> </DIV> > <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Sunday, July 29, 2001 1:33 AM</DIV> > <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> [Native_American] Freinds</DIV> > <DIV><BR></DIV><PRE>======================================================== ==== > Get your free credit report online, by fax or mail. > Always private and always secure, click here to get > yours FOR FREE at ConsumerInfo.Com! > <A href="http://click.topica.com/caaacMxb1ddNBb2m1okb/ConsumerInfo";>http://clic k.topica.com/caaacMxb1ddNBb2m1okb/ConsumerInfo</A> > ============================================================</PRE> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Please keep my family in your prayers. My father > was killed in a motorcycle accident on July 27, 2001.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Wild Horse</FONT></DIV><PRE>===================================================== ======= > Sign up for My Topica and get a FREE, personalized web page > for all your subscriptions, online reading and posting > privileges, special offers, and more! > <A href="http://click.topica.com/caaabHSb1ddNBb2m1okg/register";>http://click.to pica.com/caaabHSb1ddNBb2m1okg/register</A> > ============================================================</PRE><PRE>Visit and show your support for the Grass Roots Oyate > <A href="http://members.tripod.com/GrassRootsOyate";>http://members.tripod.com/G rassRootsOyate</A> > > Clemency for Leonard Peltier. Sign the Petition. > <A href="http://petitiononline.com/Release/petition.html";>http://petitiononline .com/Release/petition.html</A></PRE></BLOCKQUOTE> > > > > </BODY></HTML> > > ------=_NextPart_000_000D_01C11831.7F148580-- > > > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 10:59:18 -0500 > From: Cedar Woman <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [Native_American] Freinds > > > This message is in MIME format. Since your mail reader does not understand > this format, some or all of this message may not be legible. > > ----__JNP_000_763a.0434.3fe8 > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > > Wild Horse I will keep you and your family in my prayers. > Prayers Upon Eagle Wings, > Cedar Woman > > > "Yigaquu osaniyu adanvto adadoligi nigohilvi nasquv utloyasdi nihi!" > ("May the Great Spirit's blessings always be wih you") Cherokee > > ----__JNP_000_763a.0434.3fe8 > Content-Type: text/html; charset=us-ascii > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit > > <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> > <HTML><HEAD> > <META content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1" http-equiv=Content-Type> > <META content="MSHTML 5.00.2919.6307" name=GENERATOR></HEAD> > <BODY bottomMargin=0 leftMargin=3 rightMargin=3 topMargin=0> > > > <DIV>Wild Horse I will keep you and your family in my prayers.<BR>Prayers Upon > Eagle Wings,<BR>Cedar Woman</DIV> > <DIV> </DIV> > <DIV> </DIV> > <DIV>"Yigaquu osaniyu adanvto adadoligi nigohilvi nasquv utloyasdi > nihi!"<BR>("May the Great Spirit's blessings always be wih you") > Cherokee<BR> > <P> </P><BR><!-- |**|begin egp html banner|**| --></DIV> > > > > </BODY></HTML> > > ----__JNP_000_763a.0434.3fe8-- > > ________________________________________________________________ > GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! > Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! > Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: > http://dl.www.juno.com/get/tagj. > > > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 11:06:58 -0500 > From: "Rhonda" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [Native_American] Freinds > > > This is a multi-part message in MIME format. > > ------=_NextPart_000_002D_01C1181E.96179D20 > Content-Type: text/plain; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit > > Wild Horse this is very sad. Please know that you and all of your family are in our prayers. > > Rhonda > > > > ------=_NextPart_000_002D_01C1181E.96179D20 > Content-Type: text/html; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit > > <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> > <HTML><HEAD> > <META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> > <META content="MSHTML 5.50.4207.2601" name=GENERATOR> > <STYLE></STYLE> > </HEAD> > <BODY bgColor=#ffffff> > > > <DIV><FONT face=Courier>Wild Horse this is very sad. Please know that you and > all of your family are in our prayers. </FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Courier></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Courier>Rhonda</FONT></DIV> > <BLOCKQUOTE dir=ltr > style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"> > <DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><FONT > face=Courier></FONT> </DIV></BLOCKQUOTE> > > > > </BODY></HTML> > > ------=_NextPart_000_002D_01C1181E.96179D20-- > > > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 22:01:57 EDT > From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > Subject: Re: [Native_American] Freinds > > > > Prayers will be sent for your Father s crossing , and for strength for > you and your family. MY heart reaches out to you > ShyHawk(FM) > > > > > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 22:16:54 EDT > From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > Subject: Re: [Native_American] Freinds > > > > --part1_9b.18985f06.28961d96_boundary > Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > > Our greatest sorrow for you and your family Wild Horse. > It was something he loved, not much better way to go than that. It is > just that it is hardest on the living that are left behind. We can still > hold them in our heart and they can still visit us in our dreams. You know > how you can still hear them in the other room........ they are still with > you, as long as we still need them. ~~~>> Darlene (and member Riverside/San > Bernardino Native American Community Council) > > > --part1_9b.18985f06.28961d96_boundary > Content-Type: text/html; charset="US-ASCII" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > > <HTML> > > <FONT FACE=arial,helvetica><FONT SIZE=3 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" FACE="Arial" LANG="0"><B><I>Our greatest sorrow for you and your family Wild Horse. > <BR> It was something he loved, not much better way to go than that. It is > <BR>just that it is hardest on the living that are left behind. We can still > <BR>hold them in our heart and they can still visit us in our dreams. You know > <BR>how you can still hear them in the other room........ they are still with > <BR>you, as long as we still need them. </B></I> </FONT><FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=5 FACE="CAC Champagne" LANG="0"><B>~~~>> Darlene (and member Riverside/San > <BR>Bernardino Native American Community Council)</B></FONT> > > > > </HTML> > > --part1_9b.18985f06.28961d96_boundary-- > > > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 20:24:25 -0600 > From: "Wild Horse" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Gathering Information > > > This is a multi-part message in MIME format. > > ------=_NextPart_000_07BE_01C1186C.75A61DC0 > Content-Type: text/plain; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit > > There has been very little response to the gathering this year. A total of 7 people have told me they plan to attend. > > Unfortunately I will not be able to attend. I will be in Ohio until Friday night. The gathering was scheduled to start on Friday... > > I will hold onto the popcorn for next year... That is if it is decided to hold it... If it is decided for it to be donated to another place.. Please let me know. > > I will be posting a long letter about my fathers life later tonight... This is a very trying time for me and this story is taking me quite some time to write. > > Wild Horse > > > ------=_NextPart_000_07BE_01C1186C.75A61DC0 > Content-Type: text/html; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit > > <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> > <HTML><HEAD> > <META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> > <META content="MSHTML 5.50.4616.200" name=GENERATOR> > <STYLE></STYLE> > </HEAD> > <BODY bgColor=#ffffff> > > > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>There has been very little response to the > gathering this year. A total of 7 people have told me they plan to > attend.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Unfortunately I will not be able to attend. I will > be in Ohio until Friday night. The gathering was scheduled to start on > Friday...</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I will hold onto the popcorn for next year... That > is if it is decided to hold it... If it is decided for it to be donated to > another place.. Please let me know.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I will be posting a long letter about my fathers > life later tonight... This is a very trying time for me and this story is taking > me quite some time to write.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Wild Horse</FONT></DIV> > > > > </BODY></HTML> > > ------=_NextPart_000_07BE_01C1186C.75A61DC0-- > > > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 22:36:48 -0400 > From: "R. T. Casperson Jr." <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Re: [Native_American] Gathering Information > > > Hau Wild Horse, > I am sorry for your loss. I also pray to his spirit to find the afterlife > with ease. > I pray for him to find comfort, knowing that we will continue here in > improving our condition and maintaining the traditions that he has passed > along, that we all will do what we can to live as our elders have taught > us. > Walk in Peace > > "Creator has given me a vision. I don't know if it is a gift or a curse. > My responsibilty is > a great one. It will not be easy to bring all the People together, but > Creator has asked > me to do this, so I will try my best. Time is short, but I will > succeed!"- > > Wanagi Owale, 1998 > ________________________________________________________________ > GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! > Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! > Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: > http://dl.www.juno.com/get/tagj. > > > > > > ------------------------------ > > Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 23:39:22 -0600 > From: "Wild Horse" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Subject: Please bare with me > > > This is a multi-part message in MIME format. > > ------=_NextPart_000_0829_01C11887.B20D1D20 > Content-Type: text/plain; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit > > Please bear with me as I try to put some feelings to words. > > First I would like to thank everyone for the words of encouragement that I have received over the last day. And I would like to apologize if this gets too long. > > My father was born on July 22, 1939. He was 62. > > My father lied about his age and joined the Coast Guard when he was 16. After a brush with the law involving a toy gun, 80 dollars and a bunch of candy and sodas, My father was given the choice between joining the Navy and going to prison. The Navy sounded real good to him!! > > In 1959 he married his high school sweetheart, my mother. In February 1960 my brother was born. In 1962 came my older sister, she passed on after only a very short time on this earth. In 1963 I came about, and life was never the same. 1966 brought my younger sister to this world. On August 21, 1974 our lives were changed forever thanks to the place called divorce court. > > During the summer of 1975 my father retired from the Navy. 20 years of his life had been given to defend this country. He had been arrested during the Viet Nam era. Taken from his ship off the coast of Viet Nam for the unpatriotic thing known as draft dodging. He went through court to prove that it was impossible to dodge the draft when he was already an enlisted member of the US Navy. > > He led a hard life, always fighting for what was right. Putting this country above and before himself. After his retirement he married again. 1976 I believe was the year. In 1977 he fathered my youngest brother and in 1983 my youngest sister came to be with us. > > 1997 brought about the end of my fathers second marriage and 2000 brought the beginning of his third. > > My fathers life came to an end on Friday July 27, 2001 at around 5:30 in the evening. He had just left my youngest sisters home. They had been planning a vacation, a motorcycle trip from Ohio to Oklahoma to visit with our family there, with the possibility of extending the trip down to visit with my family in Texas. > > My father enjoyed collectable cars, riding motorcycles, touring this country and meeting as many people as he could. His idea of a beautiful spring day was to sit back in a field and watch the butterflies. > > People say that there are good times and bad times in every lifetime. I have been sitting and thinking for over 24 hours... I can't remember a single bad time. > > I remember when I was 4... My father went hunting for the first time. He shot a really nice deer... He was so happy that he was able to put food on the table in the traditional way... At the time any deer taken in Maine was required to be processed at a meat packing plant... His happiness was lost when he found out that his deer had been shot by someone else a couple years before... The meat he had planned for our family was contaminated by lead poisoning. > > I remember the smile on his face as he drove around in his Fiat Spider when I was 6. > > I remember the only thing he was worried about when I was 7 and our house was burning down... He was only worried that the family was safe. > > I remember sitting down with him and building string line controlled aircraft. I remember the day he first taught me to fly one. He never did get angry about me crashing it. When I was 34 I was helping him clean out the attic... I pulled down a box and handed it to him... He chose that one box to open... He called me down from the attic and presented me with the plane I had crashed so many years before. We stopped cleaning the attic and sat down together to rebuild the plane. In 21 years that plane had only flown 4 minutes and that was when I crashed it... When it was done rebuilding my father told me he was going to show me how to fly it. Dad got that thing back in the air... 2 1/2 minutes later it was on a free flight straight into a telephone pole. I razzed my father about the fact that I was able to fly it longer than he was before crashing it. > > I remember going out with him to go metal detecting... He always found the cool stuff... Coins, Knives, old ammunition... But he was just as proud as I was when we looked at my collection of bottle caps and tin cans. The only coin I ever found was an 1883 Indian Head penny... He found about 30 dollars worth of new coins that day and made me feel so very special because I found the oldest coin. I gave him that penny. The last time I saw him, he was still carrying that penny in his wallet. > > I remember when I was 13... He taught me how to ride a motorcycle. After we had run around the town with me dragging one shoe on the ground, he never complained about me lying to him about not knowing how that shoe had been worn out so fast. He never complained about the fact that I wrecked his brand new Honda 175 motorcycle. > > I remember his favorite saying. > There is the right way to do something > the wrong way to do something > and there is your way of doing something. > Even though he would say that my way was the wrong way, he would always congratulate me when the project worked correctly. > > My father was always there... > When I fell off my bicycle he was there to dust me off. > He was there when I learned to ride with no hands. > He was there when I learned how to take my bicycle apart but couldn't remember how to put it back together. > He was there when I jumped my first ramp. > He was there when I first learned to shoot a bow. > He was there to teach me how to track a deer. > He taught me how to make a snowball. > He was out of the house and on the track before the Honda 175 had time to stop when I wrecked it. > He was there when I needed someone to talk to. > > He was more than a father. He was my friend. > > My father has now left this earth. He left this earth while doing something he really enjoyed, he was riding his motorcycle. It is a shame that the woman in her brand new Dodge Ram Pickup wasn't looking and hit him head on. My father didn't have a chance. At least I can feel comfort in the fact that he didn't feel pain. My father passed on impact. > > I will miss him. He is responsible for who I am. > > My father has left this earth and his family now must carry on. > His mother. > His 2 brothers and 1 sister. > His many nieces and nephews. > His 5 living children. > His 9 grandchildren. > His 2 ex-wives and current wife. > The thousands of people he has directly touched in his life. > > My brother will be leaving at 2:45 Tuesday morning and I will be leaving at 6:00 Tuesday morning. We will both be returning late Friday night. > > Something my father always said... Always remember that the butterflies are all free... > > My father is now free... I love you Dad > > > ------=_NextPart_000_0829_01C11887.B20D1D20 > Content-Type: text/html; > charset="iso-8859-1" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit > > <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> > <HTML><HEAD> > <META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> > <META content="MSHTML 5.50.4616.200" name=GENERATOR> > <STYLE></STYLE> > </HEAD> > <BODY bgColor=#ffffff> > > > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Please bear with me as I try to put some feelings > to words.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>First I would like to thank everyone for the words > of encouragement that I have received over the last day. And I would like to > apologize if this gets too long.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>My father was born on July 22, 1939. He was 62. > </FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>My father lied about his age and joined the Coast > Guard when he was 16. After a brush with the law involving a toy gun, 80 dollars > and a bunch of candy and sodas, My father was given the choice between joining > the Navy and going to prison. The Navy sounded real good to him!!</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>In 1959 he married his high school sweetheart, my > mother. In February 1960 my brother was born. In 1962 came my older sister, she > passed on after only a very short time on this earth. In 1963 I came about, and > life was never the same. 1966 brought my younger sister to this world. On August > 21, 1974 our lives were changed forever thanks to the place called divorce > court.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>During the summer of 1975 my father retired from > the Navy. 20 years of his life had been given to defend this country. He had > been arrested during the Viet Nam era. Taken from his ship off the coast of Viet > Nam for the unpatriotic thing known as draft dodging. He went through court to > prove that it was impossible to dodge the draft when he was already an > enlisted member of the US Navy.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He led a hard life, always fighting for what was > right. Putting this country above and before himself. After his retirement he > married again. 1976 I believe was the year. In 1977 he fathered my youngest > brother and in 1983 my youngest sister came to be with us.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>1997 brought about the end of my fathers second > marriage and 2000 brought the beginning of his third.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>My fathers life came to an end on Friday July 27, > 2001 at around 5:30 in the evening. He had just left my youngest sisters home. > They had been planning a vacation, a motorcycle trip from Ohio to Oklahoma to > visit with our family there, with the possibility of extending the trip > down to visit with my family in Texas. </FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>My father enjoyed collectable cars, riding > motorcycles, touring this country and meeting as many people as he could. His > idea of a beautiful spring day was to sit back in a field and watch the > butterflies. </FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>People say that there are good times and bad times > in every lifetime. I have been sitting and thinking for over 24 hours... I can't > remember a single bad time.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I remember when I was 4... My father went hunting > for the first time. He shot a really nice deer... He was so happy that he was > able to put food on the table in the traditional way... At the time any deer > taken in Maine was required to be processed at a meat packing plant... His > happiness was lost when he found out that his deer had been shot by someone else > a couple years before... The meat he had planned for our family was contaminated > by lead poisoning.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I remember the smile on his face as he drove around > in his Fiat Spider when I was 6. </FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I remember the only thing he was worried about when > I was 7 and our house was burning down... He was only worried that the family > was safe.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I remember sitting down with him and building > string line controlled aircraft. I remember the day he first taught me to fly > one. He never did get angry about me crashing it. When I was 34 I was > helping him clean out the attic... I pulled down a box and handed it to him... > He chose that one box to open... He called me down from the attic and presented > me with the plane I had crashed so many years before. We stopped cleaning the > attic and sat down together to rebuild the plane. In 21 years that plane had > only flown 4 minutes and that was when I crashed it... When it was > done rebuilding my father told me he was going to show me how to fly it. Dad got > that thing back in the air... 2 1/2 minutes later it was on a free flight > straight into a telephone pole. I razzed my father about the fact that I was > able to fly it longer than he was before crashing it.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I remember going out with him to go metal > detecting... He always found the cool stuff... Coins, Knives, old ammunition... > But he was just as proud as I was when we looked at my collection of bottle caps > and tin cans. The only coin I ever found was an 1883 Indian Head penny... He > found about 30 dollars worth of new coins that day and made me feel so very > special because I found the oldest coin. I gave him that penny. The last time I > saw him, he was still carrying that penny in his wallet.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I remember when I was 13... He taught me how to > ride a motorcycle. After we had run around the town with me dragging one shoe on > the ground, he never complained about me lying to him about not knowing how that > shoe had been worn out so fast. He never complained about the fact that I > wrecked his brand new Honda 175 motorcycle.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I remember his favorite saying.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>There is the right way to do something</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>the wrong way to do something</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>and there is your way of doing > something.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Even though he would say that my way was the wrong > way, he would always congratulate me when the project worked > correctly.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>My father was always there...</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>When I fell off my bicycle he was there to dust me > off.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He was there when I learned to ride with no > hands.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He was there when I learned how to take my bicycle > apart but couldn't remember how to put it back together.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He was there when I jumped my first > ramp.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He was there when I first learned to shoot a > bow.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He was there to teach me how to track a > deer.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He taught me how to make a snowball.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He was out of the house and on the track before the > Honda 175 had time to stop when I wrecked it.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He was there when I needed someone to talk > to.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He was more than a father. He was my friend. > </FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>My father has now left this earth. He left this > earth while doing something he really enjoyed, he was riding his motorcycle. It > is a shame that the woman in her brand new Dodge Ram Pickup wasn't looking and > hit him head on. My father didn't have a chance. At least I can feel comfort in > the fact that he didn't feel pain. My father passed on impact.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I will miss him. He is responsible for who I > am.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>My father has left this earth and his family now > must carry on.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>His mother.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>His 2 brothers and 1 sister.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>His many nieces and nephews.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>His 5 living children.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>His 9 grandchildren.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>His 2 ex-wives and current wife.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>The thousands of people he has directly touched in > his life.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>My brother will be leaving at 2:45 Tuesday morning > and I will be leaving at 6:00 Tuesday morning. We will both be returning late > Friday night.</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Something my father always said... Always remember > that the butterflies are all free...</FONT></DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> > <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>My father is now free... I love you > Dad</FONT></DIV> > > > > </BODY></HTML> > > ------=_NextPart_000_0829_01C11887.B20D1D20-- > > > > ------------------------------ > > > > Visit and show your support for the Grass Roots Oyate > http://members.tripod.com/GrassRootsOyate > > Clemency for Leonard Peltier. Sign the Petition. > http://petitiononline.com/Release/petition.html > > End of [EMAIL PROTECTED] digest, issue 336 > > > ============================================================ Want to save a fortune? 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