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stupidsoul1
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*hugs*
did i hear devious smile?? lmao....its one smile i can pull off and have people wondering whats up even when they know nothing is on my mind.
atleast you are sane =)
did i hear devious smile?? lmao....its one smile i can pull off and have people wondering whats up even when they know nothing is on my mind.
atleast you are sane =)
Heart_LP
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Hey JammerG!
How are you hon?
I hope you are feeling better now..I know sometimes I hate to be a female too but I´m sure you have much more problems cause I´m much younger then you lol
but I really hope things work out...dont worry, your kids are lucky to have a cool mom like you! :thumbsup:
The adv costs alot! woaah..but still good luck!
*hugs*
ttyl
How are you hon?
I hope you are feeling better now..I know sometimes I hate to be a female too but I´m sure you have much more problems cause I´m much younger then you lol
but I really hope things work out...dont worry, your kids are lucky to have a cool mom like you! :thumbsup:
The adv costs alot! woaah..but still good luck!
*hugs*
ttyl
twilightcrimson7
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Jammer! hon! good to hear from ya!
*sigh* Russel's a jerk, you know that? I'm sure you do. Glad your kids are doing fine tho!
*hugs* hang in there, ttyl take care!
*sigh* Russel's a jerk, you know that? I'm sure you do. Glad your kids are doing fine tho!
*hugs* hang in there, ttyl take care!
Hybrid-Heart
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i really hope that you win that guitar.. because you spend so much money for it..
hope you and your kids are doing fine..
well take care
byes!
hope you and your kids are doing fine..
well take care
byes!
stupidsoul1
New member
agreed
i know that guitar would be in good hands if u got it
i know that guitar would be in good hands if u got it
JammerG
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Hail to all the Gods and Goddesses of the LPF!!!
I hope this Post finds you all well.
Today I have good news and bad news.
First the Good news.
My cousin Andy (Andrea) and her son Travis came to visit me for the week end while Ravyn was away.
We spent it with Russell and the Kids. This is truly amazing, he was fantastic, a completely different person. He was considerate and caring, especially of the children. He seems to have changed.
I hope so, but I am still sceptical (?).
Anyway now for the Bad news.
My Dad died yesterday.
He around 9.00 yesterday morning (Sunday) of a massive heart attack, doing what he loved most - Playing Golf!!!. He didn't even know he had died it was so sudden. One of his longest friends was with him. He was at peace.
I never got to say good bye to him. But I have to remember that he is now looking over me and is and always will be in my heart and my memories.
Tonight at 8.00 pm I will be having an online kind of memorial to celebate his life. JUst letting you know I will be posting poetry dedicated and written with his life in mind. And also just they way he handled things. He was truly the most amazing man. He was one of the first Aboriginal Electricians in Australia, and for many years worked subcondered to the navy because of his Marine electrical engineering skills.
I am keeping a stiff upper lip, and smiling because the last time I saw him he said he loved me. Just before he said good bye when he visited last September.
Take care
Blessings be to you all
Huggles and smoochies
JammerG
Jammersin
Jeanne
Myrridgyn
Dyshaquia
Dusty.
I hope this Post finds you all well.
Today I have good news and bad news.
First the Good news.
My cousin Andy (Andrea) and her son Travis came to visit me for the week end while Ravyn was away.
We spent it with Russell and the Kids. This is truly amazing, he was fantastic, a completely different person. He was considerate and caring, especially of the children. He seems to have changed.
I hope so, but I am still sceptical (?).
Anyway now for the Bad news.
My Dad died yesterday.
He around 9.00 yesterday morning (Sunday) of a massive heart attack, doing what he loved most - Playing Golf!!!. He didn't even know he had died it was so sudden. One of his longest friends was with him. He was at peace.
I never got to say good bye to him. But I have to remember that he is now looking over me and is and always will be in my heart and my memories.
Tonight at 8.00 pm I will be having an online kind of memorial to celebate his life. JUst letting you know I will be posting poetry dedicated and written with his life in mind. And also just they way he handled things. He was truly the most amazing man. He was one of the first Aboriginal Electricians in Australia, and for many years worked subcondered to the navy because of his Marine electrical engineering skills.
I am keeping a stiff upper lip, and smiling because the last time I saw him he said he loved me. Just before he said good bye when he visited last September.
Take care
Blessings be to you all
Huggles and smoochies
JammerG
Jammersin
Jeanne
Myrridgyn
Dyshaquia
Dusty.
twilightcrimson7
New member
I would be skeptical too...hopefully he keeps it up, and has changed for the better.
*cries* that was so so sweet. I'm very sorry for your loss, but I am glad to hear he passed on quickly, peacrfully, and harmlessly. *hugs* good to know that you are taking it well. best wishes,
Twi
*cries* that was so so sweet. I'm very sorry for your loss, but I am glad to hear he passed on quickly, peacrfully, and harmlessly. *hugs* good to know that you are taking it well. best wishes,
Twi
So sorry to hear about your dad. At least your last memory with him was a good one..
Glad to see you're being so strong through all of this. You've been through alot lately.. I respect you alot for being so strong
If you need someone to talk to about anything, feel free to PM me. See you later.
Glad to see you're being so strong through all of this. You've been through alot lately.. I respect you alot for being so strong
If you need someone to talk to about anything, feel free to PM me. See you later.
Vash_the_Stampede
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I'm sorry to hear that, I'm glad to hear he was at peace. It's good to hear that your taking it well, I know I probably wouldn't. Well, If you need to talk, give me a PM or you can IM me on msn.
Vash
Vash
stupidsoul1
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*hugs* im really sorry to hear that but its cool that he was playing golf
i really hope he changed too...its natural for you to be skeptical about it because...well there are reasons.
i really hope he changed too...its natural for you to be skeptical about it because...well there are reasons.
JammerG
New member
hey Guys it's better late than never... had some last minute glitches with the rent-a-car... Well I am hoping to post from MT Garnet... my home town, they have a little internet cafe there (s******s) I am posting my poetry here and in my poetry journal... He deserves it.
This is in loving memory of Lyndsay Clark Francis, 15/06/35-15/05/05 (70)
I am listening to "It's Easier To Run"...
My father was the middle child in a family of seven children. Born beside the water tower beside the Johnstone River in East Innisfail, in a little shack. His father Amerindian (Wyandot/Delaware) Scotish, His Mother, Full Blood Aboriginal from the Normanton area of the Gulf of Carpentaria in Queensland Australia. His mother died when he and his brothers and sisters were taken by the uniting church. (Stolen Generation) He and his brothers and sisters were nearly lost. His father took them from the Train (Palm Island Townsville) just before it left for NSW, where they would be re educated.
Dad was put into the anglican boarding school 'All Souls' in Charters Towers along with his brothers. He excelled in sports, Especially boxing where he held and Amatuer Title for three years undefeated before retiring. He was a great tennis player and cricketer. He played in the world championships against England in the late 60/early 70's... I can't remember now. Fantastic swimmer and diver, he was amazing athlete.
he excelled academically and did his Marine Electrician apprenticeship and engineering degree for a ship building company in Cairns. He met my mother and married her. He is survived by his wife, Norma and their six daughters (Of which I am the second youngest)
He was to me the greatest man who ever lived. He taught me to tie off a hook and sinker combination, and to bait my hooks. We loved to quietly fish on the banks of the big river (The Herbert River) I am hoping to do this again when we get back up home. He was a good horseman, growing up with his own and passing on his love to his daughters.
He was geneous and helped sll those he could being in many commitees in the town in which we lived. His love for the land that had become his home kept him in touch with his roots. Not a religious man he was still very spiritual, I think that is why I am the way I am...
I loved my Dad and Always will. We never realise how much we love them until they are gone.These are poems I wrote in the first two hours after I had found out he had died. Russell rang last night, telling me I had to pack a bag and come and stay. As soon as he said the words ‘Deadly Serious.’ I knew my Dad had died.
With my culture we listen to the animals and we have our messengers. Yesterday morning as I was hanging up the washing a Magpie sat on top of the clothesline singing to me, even when I shook out clothes he wouldn’t move. I never thought until speaking with an old aunty that the magpie for my people is the bringer of bad news (usually death). So I knew yesterday morning.
All I can say people is that always, always before you leave to go to work, school, partying, what ever. Please tell your family you love them. You never know when your loved ones could be taken away.
JammerG
This is in loving memory of Lyndsay Clark Francis, 15/06/35-15/05/05 (70)
I am listening to "It's Easier To Run"...
My father was the middle child in a family of seven children. Born beside the water tower beside the Johnstone River in East Innisfail, in a little shack. His father Amerindian (Wyandot/Delaware) Scotish, His Mother, Full Blood Aboriginal from the Normanton area of the Gulf of Carpentaria in Queensland Australia. His mother died when he and his brothers and sisters were taken by the uniting church. (Stolen Generation) He and his brothers and sisters were nearly lost. His father took them from the Train (Palm Island Townsville) just before it left for NSW, where they would be re educated.
Dad was put into the anglican boarding school 'All Souls' in Charters Towers along with his brothers. He excelled in sports, Especially boxing where he held and Amatuer Title for three years undefeated before retiring. He was a great tennis player and cricketer. He played in the world championships against England in the late 60/early 70's... I can't remember now. Fantastic swimmer and diver, he was amazing athlete.
he excelled academically and did his Marine Electrician apprenticeship and engineering degree for a ship building company in Cairns. He met my mother and married her. He is survived by his wife, Norma and their six daughters (Of which I am the second youngest)
He was to me the greatest man who ever lived. He taught me to tie off a hook and sinker combination, and to bait my hooks. We loved to quietly fish on the banks of the big river (The Herbert River) I am hoping to do this again when we get back up home. He was a good horseman, growing up with his own and passing on his love to his daughters.
He was geneous and helped sll those he could being in many commitees in the town in which we lived. His love for the land that had become his home kept him in touch with his roots. Not a religious man he was still very spiritual, I think that is why I am the way I am...
I loved my Dad and Always will. We never realise how much we love them until they are gone.These are poems I wrote in the first two hours after I had found out he had died. Russell rang last night, telling me I had to pack a bag and come and stay. As soon as he said the words ‘Deadly Serious.’ I knew my Dad had died.
With my culture we listen to the animals and we have our messengers. Yesterday morning as I was hanging up the washing a Magpie sat on top of the clothesline singing to me, even when I shook out clothes he wouldn’t move. I never thought until speaking with an old aunty that the magpie for my people is the bringer of bad news (usually death). So I knew yesterday morning.
All I can say people is that always, always before you leave to go to work, school, partying, what ever. Please tell your family you love them. You never know when your loved ones could be taken away.
JammerG
JammerG
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To my Dad, The Greatest Man in The World
FOREVER IS TOO LONG
What is it like where you are
Are there balmy breezes
Are you working flat out
Or doing whatever pleases
You had to go and leave me here
Why did you go away
Was it something I did or didn’t do
Could it be what I would or wouldn’t say
How could you leave me like you did
What a bull **** crappy stunt you pulled
It isn’t funny, it isn’t fair
But I s’pose you felt fulfilled
I could say I hate you for doing this to me
I could build grudges and regrets
But as a man of numbers and science
You’ve put money on your bets
So I will love you and keep you close
And listen to a Charlie Pride song
I will keep my memories of you dear to me
But Forever is too long.
WHAT I WOULD GIVE
What I would give to have you here
I would tell you things you wouldn’t want to hear
But would hope that with your loving heart
You would learn to forgive
What I would give for your sheltering arms
Your inner strength and heart
I would hope that we could begin again
Be closer to your hear
What I would give to be able to hold your hand
To know where I am, where I stand
Do you love me? Or was I a disaster
I don’t think I will know, I will never understand
I wish you were here Dad,
I miss you so much
The warm strength within you
Protecting in your touch
You will never know the shame or pain
Because now you’ve died
How much I kept locked away
And how hard I tried to hide
But what would I give
To have heard your voice say
“You’ll be all right.”
Once more before you died.
How D You Say Good Bye To Someone Who’s Already Gone
How do you say goodbye to someone who’s already gone
You can’t wave and say see you later
You can’t call them on the phone
You can’t send an email
And say you feel so all alone.
How do you say goodbye to someone who’s already gone
You don’t have the means to fly to them
Whether in heaven or on the moon
You aren’t going to drive to them
Or take a boat or train so soon
So how do you say goodbye to someone who’s already gone?
You keep true to their memories
In regard you hold them high
You grieve your loss and loneliness
Let out all the pain with each tear you cry.
The Freedom to Fly
So much heartache and pain.
So much love to give
You always seemed the same
Giving strength to those to live.
Chained to the life you’d chosen
Halted in your journey
To some, what you did wasn’t right
But you were always right to me.
I cherished each moment with you
But I never seeked to ask you why
Dad, I know you loved us all
But now you have the freedom to fly.
Memories
“Get back on, c’mon.” – Learning to ride a bike.
“You did O K.” – End of year school concert.
“Into Second.” – Learning to Drive
“Hey, work on it.” – Learning to swing a golf club.
“Tighten those wheel nuts.” – Teaching me to change a tyre.
“Hold him, hold him.” Working with the horses.
“Yeah, love you too.” – Last time I saw him.
My Dad
Your eyes, deepest brown almost black
Your build, athletic, muscular frame
I can remember the fun we had
When we wrestled, what a game.
And your smile, a ray of sunshine
Your laughter could clear the darkest day
Your honour, your love, your morals solid
Cemented. Your views would never sway.
Your hands so big, once packed a punch
But joined to your arms they were shelter
They would keep me safe from harm
My Faith in you would never falter.
Your hair so, so black yet struck with grey
You always kept it clipped and short
You always dressed so presentable
Like a gentleman of the Queen’s Court.
You always were a welcoming man
You’re the best I ever had
Now gone from sight, but ever in heart and mind
Have been, always will be my Dad.
THE GREATEST MAN IN THE WORLD
You were always the strong and quiet man
Your being there for me
Whether teaching me how to drive
Or helping me climb a tree.
You would give anyone help
You gave freely to those in need
Even when in danger
Helping always was your creed.
Not only was golf your sport
Your style was never bad
Be it darts or Aussie Rules
Even fishing with you was rad
Your laughter ringing out
Peeling like a bell
Your sadness always secret
Your heart would never tell
But who am I to talk about you
I am but a girl
Who will worship her dad forever
As the Greatest Man in the world.
FOREVER IS TOO LONG
What is it like where you are
Are there balmy breezes
Are you working flat out
Or doing whatever pleases
You had to go and leave me here
Why did you go away
Was it something I did or didn’t do
Could it be what I would or wouldn’t say
How could you leave me like you did
What a bull **** crappy stunt you pulled
It isn’t funny, it isn’t fair
But I s’pose you felt fulfilled
I could say I hate you for doing this to me
I could build grudges and regrets
But as a man of numbers and science
You’ve put money on your bets
So I will love you and keep you close
And listen to a Charlie Pride song
I will keep my memories of you dear to me
But Forever is too long.
WHAT I WOULD GIVE
What I would give to have you here
I would tell you things you wouldn’t want to hear
But would hope that with your loving heart
You would learn to forgive
What I would give for your sheltering arms
Your inner strength and heart
I would hope that we could begin again
Be closer to your hear
What I would give to be able to hold your hand
To know where I am, where I stand
Do you love me? Or was I a disaster
I don’t think I will know, I will never understand
I wish you were here Dad,
I miss you so much
The warm strength within you
Protecting in your touch
You will never know the shame or pain
Because now you’ve died
How much I kept locked away
And how hard I tried to hide
But what would I give
To have heard your voice say
“You’ll be all right.”
Once more before you died.
How D You Say Good Bye To Someone Who’s Already Gone
How do you say goodbye to someone who’s already gone
You can’t wave and say see you later
You can’t call them on the phone
You can’t send an email
And say you feel so all alone.
How do you say goodbye to someone who’s already gone
You don’t have the means to fly to them
Whether in heaven or on the moon
You aren’t going to drive to them
Or take a boat or train so soon
So how do you say goodbye to someone who’s already gone?
You keep true to their memories
In regard you hold them high
You grieve your loss and loneliness
Let out all the pain with each tear you cry.
The Freedom to Fly
So much heartache and pain.
So much love to give
You always seemed the same
Giving strength to those to live.
Chained to the life you’d chosen
Halted in your journey
To some, what you did wasn’t right
But you were always right to me.
I cherished each moment with you
But I never seeked to ask you why
Dad, I know you loved us all
But now you have the freedom to fly.
Memories
“Get back on, c’mon.” – Learning to ride a bike.
“You did O K.” – End of year school concert.
“Into Second.” – Learning to Drive
“Hey, work on it.” – Learning to swing a golf club.
“Tighten those wheel nuts.” – Teaching me to change a tyre.
“Hold him, hold him.” Working with the horses.
“Yeah, love you too.” – Last time I saw him.
My Dad
Your eyes, deepest brown almost black
Your build, athletic, muscular frame
I can remember the fun we had
When we wrestled, what a game.
And your smile, a ray of sunshine
Your laughter could clear the darkest day
Your honour, your love, your morals solid
Cemented. Your views would never sway.
Your hands so big, once packed a punch
But joined to your arms they were shelter
They would keep me safe from harm
My Faith in you would never falter.
Your hair so, so black yet struck with grey
You always kept it clipped and short
You always dressed so presentable
Like a gentleman of the Queen’s Court.
You always were a welcoming man
You’re the best I ever had
Now gone from sight, but ever in heart and mind
Have been, always will be my Dad.
THE GREATEST MAN IN THE WORLD
You were always the strong and quiet man
Your being there for me
Whether teaching me how to drive
Or helping me climb a tree.
You would give anyone help
You gave freely to those in need
Even when in danger
Helping always was your creed.
Not only was golf your sport
Your style was never bad
Be it darts or Aussie Rules
Even fishing with you was rad
Your laughter ringing out
Peeling like a bell
Your sadness always secret
Your heart would never tell
But who am I to talk about you
I am but a girl
Who will worship her dad forever
As the Greatest Man in the world.
twilightcrimson7
New member
*hugs* I just wanted to let you know I can't read all these now, I have to get going to school..its really getting quite late. but I promise to read them right after school! Good luck with EVERYTHING, hon *hug*
Hybrid-Heart
New member
i'm so sorry about your dad..
it's very good that you're so strong and that you memories of your dad are good ones..
at least he died peacefully..
and those poems are beautiful.. they almost made me cry..
best wishes to you and your family..
take care
it's very good that you're so strong and that you memories of your dad are good ones..
at least he died peacefully..
and those poems are beautiful.. they almost made me cry..
best wishes to you and your family..
take care