Here's to you, Josh. Sorry we didn't have any marijuana to smoke in your memory. All we had was beer and tears. We love you.
Why I can't stop: We're not dead yet.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
3 comments:
What a fabulous picture! Major props to hannie.
And a great hed and caption,too. Props to clowdia.
(Have I told you lately how much I love you guys? It's been at least 12 hours!)
That picture is a heart ache. The whole gang together for Josh without Josh. Hannah pegged you through an open door and car window. she symbolized the journey we face in life and in death - Josh is the big man now. And to look over the ones he loves. He's got an almighty big project.
Can't be proved scientifically? So what smartie pants?
Immortality...Who doesn't want it?
Death is want you need it to be.
I love you guys too.
I didn't know Josh, but I know Claudia loved Josh. Since Claudia doesn't love easily, he must have been quite special. I assume a lot of other people loved Josh, too.
This is a fabulous pic. Its a classic in its own time. It should run in the New York Times.
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