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May 21, 1921- September 25, 2005
If there's a place our souls are called to when we die, he is there, with his wide-open and tender heart, making friends of all the heavenly host.
Laurelines on September 28, 2005 | Permalink
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I'm so sorry, L. I haven't visited for a while (I do most things in batches) and didn't know about your loss. The love you had for your dad shines through your wonderful portraits of him. Take care.
October 14, 2005 at 11:12 AM
Such a tribute to one who inspires your beautiful work. As Wally put it ...I also fear the loss of our father, and I hope we will be able to honor him in such a meaningful way. Thank you for sharing, and hope you find comfort in our caring.
October 07, 2005 at 01:34 AM
So sorry to hear about your dad Laura. It sounds like you were blessed with a wonderful father.
October 01, 2005 at 02:12 PM
Thank you for sharing something so deeply personal.
Aaron Paquette |
September 30, 2005 at 09:29 PM
though these words may not do much to make you feel better, know that i'm very sorry for your loss. my thoughts and hugs are with you whenever you may need them.
September 30, 2005 at 04:14 PM
i am very sorry, laura. memories are immortal though. :)
September 30, 2005 at 09:37 AM
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