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Post by Queen E on May 3, 2005 9:31:53 GMT -5
Everything that comes into my head is dumb, and self-involved...this always happens. {{{ROB}}} I know...and I feel the same way. And I'm full of stupid thoughts, like "Patti will never know who killed Lily Kane" like that matters in the grand scheme of things. My stomach hurts and my head is confused. I don't think there is a "right" thing to say or feel.
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Post by Onjel on May 3, 2005 9:33:18 GMT -5
My daughter has been so supportive. She sent me this to share with you: I have lumps on my head from invisible bricks. "If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. " THE BRICK A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are! you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister..please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me." Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly lump in his throat He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.. "Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message "Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!" God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.
That's a wonderful and appropriate message, Diane. Thank you for sharing it with us and your daughter for sharing it with you.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 3, 2005 9:34:38 GMT -5
{{{Vlad}}}
{{{Diane}}}
{{{S'cubies}}}
I know Patti knows how hard you all worked for her.
I know she knows we love her, and miss her.
Vlad, Technopagans, let me know if there's any grunt work I can do to help out. I have the computer pretty much to myself weekday mornings and early afternoons. Also if there's any, I don't know, running around mailing things, or making copies of things. I'm at your disposal.
Anne, I love you all
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Post by Cal on May 3, 2005 9:35:35 GMT -5
My daughter has been so supportive. She sent me this to share with you: I have lumps on my head from invisible bricks. "If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. " THE BRICK A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are! you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister..please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me." Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly lump in his throat He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.. "Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message "Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!" God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.
How very true, Diane. Thank you for sharing this with us.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on May 3, 2005 9:35:49 GMT -5
Still numb.
Patti was really good at the "Live while you're living" thing; That her life was ridiculously short does not negate the importance of that.
Might even put several heavy lines under it.
Whole passle of stuff I'd put up here, although St. Francis Prayer is already here.
Love one another.
Julia, ineloquent
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 3, 2005 9:35:54 GMT -5
Thank you. Deep breaths. Christ Jesus, I really don't want to go to work in the morning. *Big comforting motherly hug*
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 3, 2005 9:36:39 GMT -5
Me either. This is going to sound trite and stupid right now but all that keeps going through my head is how mad Patti would be knowing that she isn't going to see who killed Lilly. It isn't stupid, it's normal and human. And I think she'll know, somehow.
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Post by Jan on May 3, 2005 9:37:01 GMT -5
{{{Vlad}}} {{{Diane}}} {{{S'cubies}}} I know Patti knows how hard you all worked for her. I know she knows we love her, and miss her. Vlad, Technopagans, let me know if there's any grunt work I can do to help out. I have the computer pretty much to myself weekday mornings and early afternoons. Also if there's any, I don't know, running around mailing things, or making copies of things. I'm at your disposal. Anne, I love you all And I sit at my computer working all day, on my own schedule. So I'm available for whatever might need doing as well. And would be happy to be of some use.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 3, 2005 9:38:47 GMT -5
I had the presence of mind to commend Diane, our S'cubie on the front lines. I must not neglect to commend Vlad, and Shanno, and Matthew, and Wendy and her astute husband, and Spring for locating a post that enabled Vlad to find Patti's brother, and anyone else whose part in the rescue attempt I'm either overlooking or wasn't mentioned in a post. It was a community effort, because we *are* a community. If we didn't know that for sure before, we certainly do now. I think we should privately all log emergency contact information with someone--is there a volunteer?--so this horror of helpless waiting that today was for most of us who couldn't think of anything constructive to do needn't happen again, regardless of the circumstances. If no one else has volunteered, I can be the emergency-contact record keeper. Let me know.
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Post by Sara on May 3, 2005 9:41:00 GMT -5
And I sit at my computer working all day, on my own schedule. So I'm available for whatever might need doing as well. And would be happy to be of some use. I'm also online all day long, so I'm at your disposal as well.
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Post by Pixi on May 3, 2005 9:42:32 GMT -5
How very true, Diane. Thank you for sharing this with us. I agree. Thank you Diane. You, Vlad, Matthew, Sara, Spring, Wendy - all those who sat praying anxiously - all stand as heros today. I could not be more honored to be a part of such a wonderful group of people. My love and hugs go out to everyone.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on May 3, 2005 9:42:41 GMT -5
I just spoke to Patti's brother Cal. He is driving to Houston, leaving in a little while. I offered to act as his liaison until he gets here.
The Medical Examiner's office has released Patti to the Pat H. Foley Funeral Home. The number there is 713/869-6261, information will be forthcoming as to funeral plans.
Patti's sister, Vickie Kayser will be flying in from Colorado. Depending upon when she gets here (plans still pending) either I will pick her up or Cal will. They will be staying at Patti's house where they can go through her effects and find her will, her pre-made funeral arrangements (how VERY Patti that is) and so forth.
We talked about her a little bit. I told him about how we would meet and how often we squabbled. He said you couldn't know and love Patti without squabbling a little. I guess I love scary-veiny Patti as much as I loved crayon-breaky Patti. I will ask him if he know about her fandom when I see him.
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Post by Onjel on May 3, 2005 9:44:27 GMT -5
I just spoke to Patti's brother Cal. He is driving to Houston, leaving in a little while. I offered to act as his liaison until he gets here. The Medical Examiner's office has released Patti to the Pat H. Foley Funeral Home. The number there is 713/869-6261, information will be forthcoming as to funeral plans. Patti's sister, Vickie Kayser will be flying in from Colorado. Depending upon when she gets here (plans still pending) either I will pick her up or Cal will. They will be staying at Patti's house where they can go through her effects and find her will, her pre-made funeral arrangements (how VERY Patti that is) and so forth. We talked about her a little bit. I told him about how we would meet and how often we squabbled. He said you couldn't know and love Patti without squabbling a little. I guess I love scary-veiny Patti as much as I loved crayon-breaky Patti. I will ask him if he know about her fandom when I see him. Please extend my sympathies and prayers to Patti's family. {{{Diane}}}
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Post by Jan on May 3, 2005 9:46:42 GMT -5
I just spoke to Patti's brother Cal. He is driving to Houston, leaving in a little while. I offered to act as his liaison until he gets here. The Medical Examiner's office has released Patti to the Pat H. Foley Funeral Home. The number there is 713/869-6261, information will be forthcoming as to funeral plans. Patti's sister, Vickie Kayser will be flying in from Colorado. Depending upon when she gets here (plans still pending) either I will pick her up or Cal will. They will be staying at Patti's house where they can go through her effects and find her will, her pre-made funeral arrangements (how VERY Patti that is) and so forth. We talked about her a little bit. I told him about how we would meet and how often we squabbled. He said you couldn't know and love Patti without squabbling a little. I guess I love scary-veiny Patti as much as I loved crayon-breaky Patti. I will ask him if he know about her fandom when I see him. Thank you, Diane. (And for all your efforts last night, of course.) Rich and I particulary want to know where we can send flowers, or if there is a charity contribution that would be preferred.
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Post by raenstorm on May 3, 2005 9:47:40 GMT -5
I just spoke to Patti's brother Cal. He is driving to Houston, leaving in a little while. I offered to act as his liaison until he gets here. The Medical Examiner's office has released Patti to the Pat H. Foley Funeral Home. The number there is 713/869-6261, information will be forthcoming as to funeral plans. Patti's sister, Vickie Kayser will be flying in from Colorado. Depending upon when she gets here (plans still pending) either I will pick her up or Cal will. They will be staying at Patti's house where they can go through her effects and find her will, her pre-made funeral arrangements (how VERY Patti that is) and so forth. We talked about her a little bit. I told him about how we would meet and how often we squabbled. He said you couldn't know and love Patti without squabbling a little. I guess I love scary-veiny Patti as much as I loved crayon-breaky Patti. I will ask him if he know about her fandom when I see him. Thanks, Diane.
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