I wish I knew. But I don't. I've always written. I guess I always shall....

And now to you...

win

I admire you for your pursuit at school. There indeed lies one creature of revisions. The other I know well, is that of the writer, compelled by unseen forces to set his/her sentences upon the page. A humble offering...that others might occasionally know the mind of God, through one such journey here.

I continue reading.

Best,

win

I have read and learned.

And I shall now read more....

Love,

win

And as we listen so we weep for the beauty of this wondrous music, and for the loss of out greatest treasure on earth.

"Lay ye not up treasures on earth...For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." And so it is true.

The tears just are. For now all of this music will forever be associated with her, a and I'm glad of it. And if I never sing it again myself (because I can't hold it together long enough to get through it) well then, there's another song that applies. A finale, to be sure.

An Old song:

One by Earnest Charles:

When I have sung my songs to you, I'll sing no more.
T'would be a sacrilege to sing at another door.

We've worked so hard to hold our dreams, just you and I,
I could not do it all again, I'd rather die,
at just the thought, that I have loved so well,
so true,

That I could never sing again,
that I could never,
never sing again,
except...
to you.

There. Finished. Memory is a tricky thing sometimes.

All the best,

win

Which sort are you?

Best,

win.

And so my day comes to a close....

Almost. But not before I wish you a great day.

Do you do chats, too LJ?

If so, I would be please at some point....

This would be Mattie, 11 in November.

Rose isn't up yet. But it won't be long before they are marching up and down the hall....

So beautiful....

Be right back.

And found a friend.

It's a great feeling.... I wish it for you too.

But I have an idea about the tears you've shed. And if it's what I think it is, then.....

I wish you joy.

Now.

Today.

win

I am proud to serve with her.

Here on FunFlight she is now my superior officer. She commands the squadron. I just bow and scrape.

She sends you her best.

Blushing? Ooooo. Cool. I want to see.

You are very good LJ.

Thank you for being my friend and for delivering me from despair this day, yet once again.

win

p.s. messages sent? posts made? Hmmmm. Well, I hope you like them.... Ooops, indeed.

But for now, let's just say tat there's an angel out there watching over us. Somehow.

That we feel very fortunate to be a part of her community.

And I am glad.

win

Jules

143, K.

Remember me...with love...

x

x

To friends. To you. For you. But not so much about you.... For that is not my place.

I wish you joy,

See you in a few.

win3xp #2 of FunFlight Squadron: at rest
with Julie #1: Squadron Commander, at power-down.

143, K. 143.

and thanks again lj.
you're my angel...

I would not have thought it possible. But alas, it helps to have wings.

But then I suppose I'm not thinking all that clearly right now. And I mean no disrespect. Ever. That's just not me.

Jules is here with me now...

She sends her best and thanks you also for thinking of her.

We have been better. But we'll be ok. And we are much improved, thanks to you.

Please remember us as your day goes on. We'll be thinking of you, too.

win

with Julie #1 of FunFlight Squadron
At rest: New York Metro.

I am glad of it.

And I wish you joy!

win

And to take it!

While we may.... ????

win

would you take it?

Or refuse it?

I have a guess.... Defenses or no.

But defences are fair enough. And likely very wise.

Blog chatting? Hmmmm.

win.

Can you see it?

win

But of course, you probably know that. At least I hope so.

Win

There is no need to stop the tears completely, but they go to better places free from pain should we not celebrate their freedom?

Yes. We should. We must.

win

with Julie #!

Funflight Squadron:
At rest, New York

Sea stories. Twenty one volumes of them.

A guy thing?

4K. Always. With love.

And when that last and dreadful hour

This crumbling pageant shall devour,

The trumpet shall be heard on high,

The dead shall live, the living die,

And Music shall untune the sky.

Yes. She knows I know. And I do look, every single time.

We are team-mates. And she loves me. And I'm a fool.... Sometimes. Just not today.

I am win3xp #2 of FunFlight Squadron: Airborn: Rome to New York

Have a great day, everyone. We send you greetings from the FlightDeck most every day.

And so it is that today, after tears, we must come to celebrate life. Hers and each of ours also. This was how she lived. And so we shall all be just fine again, in a little while....

As for all of us aboard FunFlight, her consorts and guests, we'll be thinking of each and all of you, each and every day. You are our constant companions, even as we make our way back across the great Atlantic, from Rome to New York, direct and non-stop.

We will all be tuning in very shortly now. Come join if you can.

I am win3xp
with Julie#1
of FunFlight, her consorts and guests,
wheels up,
squadron intact,
climbing to resume our course,
enroute,
and going home again.

And so FunFlight squadron, number 3of3, with 26 souls on board, is cleared direct, direct, and so we're up and talking again....

Please come join us for your morning, and for our return run stateside.

"I'll tell you what: I'm happy." said violoniste on blog France, just a little while ago.

And I believe she was at last.... She did what she set out to do: She made a lot of friends and changed a lot of lives for the better, just for having seen her, heard her, and knowing her, however slightly.

G'day, mates, friends and loved ones out here in blogland. We salute you.

I am win3xp with Julie 1 of FunFlight Squadron, climbing through Angels 25 for 32,000 feet. And we are clear....

5 4 3 2 1...

143, K. Wherever you may be.
win

I remember you today, Katia. As I will remember you for the rest of my days.

For whatever unfathomable reason, she chose to spend the last weeks of her life in conversatation with me. Here. In blogland. And live in our various chats, which I saved.

I miss her very much as I now commence my search for a new home in blogland. Somewhere to go each day, someone to post to and for, to talk to each day. As we did, she and I.

It was a magnificent experience.

To you, Katia. Right now. Wherever you might be. I wish you peace. And I wish you joy.

win3xp #2 of FunFlight, with consorts and guests, at rest
Rome.

Status: Departure prep.

Just a word of greeting to all of you -- from all of us.

Have a great day....

win3xp with Julie #1 of FunFlight: Returning to base with her consort, Sister2....

So long,

win

Every performance is, in some way, very special -- and not generally available otherwise.

Do listen to them. There will be more and others soon enough. Even if I have to post them myself.

I am,

Julie #1 in Command of FunFlight
Status: Airborn: Over the South of France with our consort, Sister2.