Conference turris::womannotes-v3

    E Grace,
    
    	My heart reaches out to you in this time of sorrow.  I know the
    ache of losing someone you've known all your life is an ache quite
    unlike others.  There is a vacancy which no one will ever fill again,
    nor would you want anyone to even try to do so.
    
    A huge hug,
    Richard

    
    Oh, my Mohican.
    
    Braveling, be staunch, cry if you need to, scream, mourn, cycle through
    the pain.
    
    I'm here anytime.
    
    -Jody

    My dear hug-freind. If you need someone to cry at, scream at, punch or
    anything or just a kind word, or even just an ear to hear you, I'm
    here. Please don't hesitate.
    
    Love and Light  and Hugs and anything else you need,
    
    PJ

    E Grace, my sympathy.
    
    Love, thoughts, prayers,
    aq
    

    E Grace,
      Warm hugs, gentle thoughts, and an ear whenever you want or need it.
    Take care.
    
     -HA

    
    E Grace,
    
    Lots of Hugs and Prayers, call or write if you wish....
    Thinking of you    hoping to see you soon,
    
    Joan
    

E Grace,

My sympathy to you and your family for the loss of your bother.
And my admiration and respect for the way you have all observed
his wishes.

 Meigs

    I want to thank all of you who have sent me your love and support. 
    While I had already lived through the deaths of 3 other siblings, this
    one was different.  This is the first since I have been in recovery, so
    I could not (would not) use any "anesthetic."  Please keep the thoughts
    coming, as my father was hospitalized again this morning.  sigh.
    
    What has been particulary heartwarming for me is hearing from noters
    who remember working with Bruce.  As he was on permanent disability for
    the last 4 years or so, I find this extraordinary.  I shouldn't, of
    course; the only one who didn't know Bruce's human value was Bruce. 
    (Oh, he wasn't perfect, but he did have one or two good points!) 
    Anyway, it is just nice to know that some of the people he worked with
    at PKO1 remembered him.
    
    Bruce had a talent of which I was always envious; he worked with wood. 
    He had taken up whittling in the last few years.  He made the most
    adorable "whatzits" and other animals and birds.  He carved them out of
    hardwoods mostly.  
    
    This may not seem all that special, but it was.  You see, Bruce
    suffered from corticosteroid induced osteoporosis.  His spine had - at
    last count - 17 crushed vertebrae.  He had had ~40 - 50 rib fractures. 
    He had a pump implanted under his skin that fed a continuous dose of
    morphine to his spine.  His other medications (for the Asthma and
    Bronchitis) caused his hands to shake.  Constantly.
    
    To me, it is a miracle that he could hold a knife, let alone make his
    little delights.
    
    For Christmas, he carved for me a nest, 4 little eggs, and 12
    distinctly different partridges.
    
    So you see, Bruce lives on.  Pain free.
    
    I'm sorry if this (and my other recent writings) has been disjointed. 
    
    Thank you for letting me tell you a little about my big brother.
    
    
    E Grace

    
    E,
    
    	I send my hugs.  I am one of the lucky people who has one of
    Bruce's carvings in my office.  They are priceless.  He managed to take
    a piece of wood and give it personality.  Knowing how difficult just
    the little one I have must have been for him to make gives it special
    meaning to me.
    
    Hugs,
    Faith
    

he sounds like such a special person.  I know he will be remembered with warmth
and joy by his friends and family.  Take your time to mourn his passing, as
you must, but celebrate his life.  It sounds like a rare and precious gift
to all he knew.

My sympathy to your and yours.

    
    I know this is a bit late, E., but I am just getting caught up.
    
    Hugs and warm thoughts and energy to you.  If he was anything like
    you, then he was indeed special.
    
    
    love,
    Debbi