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I like your logcabin lynelle. It is nice lynelle too.love caroline mattson.

Hi lynelle remember you asked me what I want Just get what you see that I might like love Andrew.

hi lynelle. i send you a duck love caroline and andrew and brennan i love you lynelle.

hi lynelle I like your gardenhouse and your log cabin I will see you at Thanksgiving love Andrew

I ilke you gardenhouse. lynelle how do you get it? It is nice lynelle. love caroline mattson.

dear lynelle I had a fun time with you I like your farm can you come over someday again love andrew

And in the end
the love you take
is equal to
the love you make

When you are small
I will be there
When you fall
I will be there
When you are over 6 feet tall
I will be there
When one day you wake up and realize
that I am no longer there
I will still be there
Yes, I will always be there
my beloved son, Redmond.

Farrah Fawcett
1957-2009

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to make you happy.

I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can.

I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no "brief candle" to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for a moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.

It is day 12 of the Olympics. I have enjoyed tuning in, especially to the swimming and gymnastics events. I am awed by the athletes' physical strength and stamina. My work and school schedule require physical strength and stamina from me, as well. Of course, not that the physical demands I face can be compared in any way to those of an Olympiad. These top athletes train for 4 years, for field events in which they compete for the gold medal, to be the best in the world. Then again, I thought to myself, each day is an event for me, for which I have no prior training. I put a stop to my hysterical train of thought at this point. But it gave me a good laugh!

During one of my first student clinics I gave a massage to a charming, 84 year-old lady. Her husband was also getting a massage that day, from one of my classmates. Besides getting regular massages, the lady and her husband also liked to take walks and get manicures and pedicures together.

"Will you be spending time with your boyfriend later today?", she asked. "Unfortunately not," I replied. "Ralph and I are going to watch The Kentucky Derby this afternoon." "Oh, I love horses. I should watch too," I exclaimed.

Fancy hats. Celebrities weighed in on their favorite to win, "Big Brown, Big Brown, Big Brown." "Eight Bells," voiced Molly Sims, actress and Kentucky native. The crowd sang "My Old Kentucky Home." "And they're off!"

It seemed the announcer was trying to talk as fast as the horses were running. It was the homestretch. Beautiful, black Eight Bells, the only filly in the race, was in the lead. She had a look of glee and pride, as out of the corner of her eye she watched Big Brown gain ground. She held her ground. They ran neck and neck a good length.

Big Brown tossed his head in agitation and whinnied. "Not the behavior of a horse who has just won a race. Ken Desourmeaux (the jockey) must feel a little bit embarrassed by Big Brown's behavior," commented the announcer. In the background, to the left of Big Brown, lay the four outstretched legs of a fallen horse.

A vetnarian with ear plugs and an announcer stood together. A moment of silence ensued as the vetnarian listened to his ear plugs, his frown deepening. He confirmed that the horse broke all 4 ankles and was euthanized there on the track. This had never happened in Kentucky Derby history. The fallen horse was Eight Bells.

The Louiseville mayor proclaimed with elation the completion of another world-renowned Kentucky Derby and the winner, Big Brown. Big Brown's owners clamoured together, grinning from ear to ear, holding high the trophy and recounting their elation to a TV interviewer.

One man's face suddenly clouded over and he said he had just learned of Eight Bells and extended his deepest sympathy to Eight Bells' people.

I turned off the TV and burst into tears.

Your official job title was security guard. Every day at the same time I saw you walking up the sidewalk to the lobby, lunch bag in hand. You greeted me and opened the double doors, looking to the left and right, to see who might be passing by in the hospital corridors to chat. Then you took your post, standing next to the desk where I sat as receptionist. You greeted one and all who came into the lobby as if they were your next door neighbor. You got me through bad hair days and through love life drama days. "He now realizes what he's lost, but he knows that it's too late for him," you advised me. We shared plenty of laughs, as well.

I learned fascinating things about you. Your parents divorced when you were a child. Your sister stayed with your mother and you stayed with your dad. You were not Catholic but you attended Catholic school. You have never tasted chocolate in your whole life. When you and your first wife divorced she took everything from you. But she gave you freedom from her and that was all that you needed. Your second wife died of cancer and you raised your children alone. You knew your third wife was the one the moment you laid eyes on her. The first time you were with your new wife you saw your deceased wife standing in the doorway. She smiled and nodded at you.

One evening I watched the news and it was reported that an elderly lady walked up to her ex-boyfriend and shot him at point range. I later learned that the victim in the news story was your father-in-law. That was the day you came to work and, instead of peering into the corridors to chat with passersby you went directly to the room behind the lobby desk and called your wife.

On this Memorial Day I remember that you are, and I thank you for being a Viet Nam veteran. And on more days than you know I remember how your unofficial job title was Lynelle's security blanket.