Note: in the honor of fairness, the following recounted memory has been, what Gary would call “Texas Sized”. Where I come from it is simply the time honored tradition of not boring your audience.
We also believed making cookies for the moving men was not manipulation or a bribe ..but rather just “loving them to their goal”.
With that in mind, enjoy the following cautionary tale of roller coasters and kids first roller coaster rides. Otherwise known as “aw c’mon ya big baby! It cant hurt you!”
I wrote this in reply to a post from a friend who had convinced their nephew to go on a roller-coaster despite his fear of them.
I don’t know why i feel I must keep posting to this site. I suppose I need to for an outlet even if no one ever really see’s my words. There’s always a slim hope that something I say will some day pop up in google and help someone I don’t know. So I post.
Today was hard. Very hard. I felt very close to a breakdown.
This is my third attempt at this post this morning. I’m long overdue on keeping everyone up to date and I give myself a hard time about it. So I sit down to write a simple post and …. well now I remember why I’ve waited so long to make a post. I sit at the computer, find that sitting like this is a tad painful, and I ramble on and on and on about crap no one cares about but me.
The bottom line is without Gary here to tell me to cut it out, there’s no one for me to bounce ideas off of or to wrangle me in. He was an excellent handler. We made a wonderful team.
There there are a few things missing in my home that I took for granted, not even knowing it was there to take for granted in the first place. Gary and I created our own little world. Inside the bubble that was us, we were safe and we had all we needed. The bubble popped and I discovered I’m utterly alone and isolated in a desert long from my home with no way to return.
Sophie is a Golden Retriever. She has unusually fuzzy front paws and a big heart. When I’m not feeling well I often wake up to find her paws around my neck and her head resting on my forehead. Any other time she will get up and move to avoid my snuggling with her.
If Gary wanted to snuggle, she would be there in a heartbeat. She was definately bonded to Gary the most and she adored him.
I have been so touched by emails I’ve gotten over the course of the last two months. Many have said what they thought of Gary and the impact he had on their lives. I felt it would be a wonderful thing to share what others thought of this man I loved so much and give some insight into why the last 14 years of my life have been so wonderful.
I am short on time so I will make this quick. 71 got enough signatures to get on the ballot. This means that the law that gave Gary and I the same rights as everyone else is now up for a public vote. Why people think that civil rights can be voted on is something I can’t quite grasp. Tyrany of the masses and all that. If people could vote on civil rights we’d still have slavery.
The bottom line is that my rights are now on the ballot so I urge you to vote to approve 71. I know this seems counter to the “decline to sign” statements from earlier. We were hoping that enough people would see through the fog to realize that they were trying to force a vote on this. Now that it is on the ballot, I urge you to let me keep my rights and approve 71. Please take the time to read other statements on this issue and educate yourself.
My sister called freaking out because she had from christian sources that Obama tried to force kids to say the pledge of allegiance to him in his speech to kids yesterday. Two minutes could have proven to her what an idiotic lie that was, but she wanted to believe it so she found people who would support the idea. I’m asking you to use your brain and find out what these referendums are and make up your own mind. It only takes a moment on Google to find a reliable source for information if you want to stop believing in the boogie man. I’ll update further when I’ve got a few free minutes
Randy
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I would like to urge those of you living in Washington state who knew Gary and I to decline signing the referendum 71 out collecting signatures at grocery stores around the state.
Good news today (sorta)! Shay called from the funeral home. Mary, the other person who handles the nitty gritty there, figured out how to get the certificate without all the rigamarole.
I’m not happy with the final outcome by any means. Every time I look at that certificate I feel as if I’ve been slapped in the face. I have little choice. I need this certificate to put Gary’s financial issues to rest. I’m going to attempt contacting the ACLU or some other organization to see if I have a chance at putting this right.
Arizona Refuses to put my name on the death certificate
I am overwhelmed with gratitude for all of you who took the time and effort to go into a bank branch and donate to the memorial fund. The bank only recorded the deposits so I have no way of knowing who gave. This means I can’t say thank you to each of you individually as you deserve and have to be satisfied with sending out a blanket “thank you” in email or on this website instead. I am so grateful for all of you. Donations from $5 to $1000 have added up and will mean that I am nearly able to pay for Gary’s cremation costs. Without your help this would have been impossible. The funeral home, Funeraria Del Angel in Tucson, gave me deep discounts on the cost of the funeral. They went out of their way to help me say goodbye to my Gary and I will be eternally grateful to them. I never expected to leave the funeral home with new friends.