October 6, 2018
October 6, 2018
Cole's Birthday,, and the day he departed, year after year, It's always the same,
I Love and miss my friend.
I Love and miss my friend.
Not, How Did He Die, But How Did He Live?
Not how did he die, but how did he live?
Not what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away.
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October 6, 2017
October 6, 2017
Much love to my friend. I miss U. So, till I cya at the crossroads, keep flying high homie. keep flying high!
June 21, 2017
June 21, 2017
Cole, You are my never forgotten friend, It still seems like you are going to show up anytime, since Vickie is home.. I wish I had my pictures, from along time ago, I know I had 2 that were great, I told Vickie when she was leaving for work, tears in her eyes tell my son I Love and miss him so much and Steve does too. Always Love for you.
October 6, 2016
October 6, 2016
I live so far away, we didn't get to see each other much, But we always seemed to talk to each other at least once a year, and if I was at my sister's place, he would come by. I always called him my T Man , he was dressed to a so great and smell his cologne. We would laugh, cause I'm just country. But I miss talking to him. But I know I will see him again. Love You My Friend.
October 6, 2016
October 6, 2016
Miss you my friend,
October 14, 2015
October 14, 2015
The memory of a good person
is a blessing.
Proverb 10:7
is a blessing.
Proverb 10:7
October 14, 2015
October 14, 2015
Young Life Cut Short
Do not judge a song by its duration
Nor by the number of its notes
Judge it by the richness of its contents
Sometimes those unfinished are among the most moving…
Do not judge a song by its duration
Nor by the number of its notes
Judge it by the way it touches and lifts the soul
Sometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful…
And when something has enriched your life
And when it’s melody lingers on in your heart.
Is it unfinished?
Or is it endless?
Author Unknown
Do not judge a song by its duration
Nor by the number of its notes
Judge it by the richness of its contents
Sometimes those unfinished are among the most moving…
Do not judge a song by its duration
Nor by the number of its notes
Judge it by the way it touches and lifts the soul
Sometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful…
And when something has enriched your life
And when it’s melody lingers on in your heart.
Is it unfinished?
Or is it endless?
Author Unknown
October 14, 2015
October 14, 2015
Love Lives On
Those we love remain with us
for love itself lives on,
and cherished memories never fade
because a loved one's gone.
Those we love can never be
more than a thought apart,
far as long as there is memory,
they'll live on in the heart.
Those we love remain with us
for love itself lives on,
and cherished memories never fade
because a loved one's gone.
Those we love can never be
more than a thought apart,
far as long as there is memory,
they'll live on in the heart.
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October 6, 2018
October 6, 2018
Cole's Birthday,, and the day he departed, year after year, It's always the same,
I Love and miss my friend.
I Love and miss my friend.
October 6, 2017
October 6, 2017
Much love to my friend. I miss U. So, till I cya at the crossroads, keep flying high homie. keep flying high!
June 21, 2017
June 21, 2017
Cole, You are my never forgotten friend, It still seems like you are going to show up anytime, since Vickie is home.. I wish I had my pictures, from along time ago, I know I had 2 that were great, I told Vickie when she was leaving for work, tears in her eyes tell my son I Love and miss him so much and Steve does too. Always Love for you.
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October 8, 2016
Meeting Cole,
June 21, 2016
I don't have no fancy story or music, all I have is meeting Cole, I live in a small southern town country, kinda Red neck. I'm at my sister's house, he pulls up dressed very nice, which I had fished all day, my first thought was oh here's one of those people, who think they are better than, so I need to grin and bare it, I'm not very good with people. So he told me who he was, asked if I caught any fish. That is how I met Cole, we talked I would tease him and call him Hollywood. We would only see each other, every once in a while. But when we did see each other, we would talk about everything. Cole, I can say he is and will be my friend always. My sister Vickie thought of him as her child, and Steve ,him and Cole had a great time doing whatever ,helping Steve and believe it or not got his hands dirty. This is my Cole. He is never far away watching over his family.