Whoever made the sticky "Dedicated to my beloved oneighty/Love to you always"

[Orrex]

Very nice.

His passing was a great loss to so many.

:(

[Seneca]

1. I bet it was Skittles

I think it hurt her more than any of us. :-(

[Skittles]

3. he was my second dad

born within a month of my real dad, who committed suicide at age 50. I just adored Ed.

[Seneca]

6. He was a good soul

:hug:

[Orrex]

4. At the risk of sounding trite...

He was the first online-friend whose death really saddened me, and I didn't even know him all that well.

Other online acquaintances have passed, of course, but something about his death seemed somehow different.

[Skittles]

7. there was just something about him

a true kind, gentle soul - even while dying he comforted others......there's just too few people in this world like Ed :cry:

[Skittles]

2. me

I miss Ed :cry:

[Orrex]

5. .

:hug:

[rug]

8. Lemon Meringue Pies Are Love?

Posted by oneighty in The DU Lounge
Fri Sep 08th 2006, 10:59 AM

There were three of them looking unfinished because Gramma did not have enough eggs for the Meringue.

It was the end of our short summer stay with Dad's parents in their cottage near Lake Ontario. World war two was still a year or two away.

On the last day of our stay Gramma gave us the Meringue-less lemon pies. Lois, Eunice and I did not care. And with some disbelief we were told we could each eat a whole pie.

Oh it was so good with each delicious bite carefully savored and tasting so good and so forever even unto this day. Grampa and Gramma watched us enjoy their gift of love and treat as their attentive eyes smiled and glistened wet with tears.

We will be returning that same day to the broken home where we exist. There will never be a lemon pie there ever.

Marked on a nearby door jam by Grampa are the marks of our growing older taller year by year visit by visit. Lois Eunice and me in descending order.

Sometimes when no one seemed to be watching I would catch Grammpa fingering the marks he had carved into the wood.

What I wonder was he thinking.

180

http://journals.democraticunderground.com/oneighty

Your journal is the notch on the door.

[Odin2005]

9. I miss him!

:cry:

[Tobin S.]

10. I knew him briefly toward the end there

He sent me his books and they forever changed me and how I think about writing. His personal story is very touching. I have those books still and they are among my most prized possessions. They don't leave my house. I won't even let my mom borrow them. You can read all you want at the house, though.

I have about 40,000 words together toward my own book, and Ed is the reason for their existence.