I am uncomfortable with online grieving, but I just have to acknowledge that there is a Garden in Key West, at the end of an un-assuming little street called Virginia, where, over the years, many of us have had our ASSES saved from some demons. And part of the saving was done by way of others that were there before us, who hung around AFTER they had their ASSES saved, and offered kindness, laughter, and suggestions, on how saving our own asses could be a softer, easier way. Usually, Id get to the Garden, an hour before the rest of the group got there and shoot the bull with 3 or 4 other cats, who would just spin stories, and laugh out loud at 6 a.m. instead of nursing yet another hangover. I sat beside (EVERY DAY) a guy named Piano Dave. A wealth of humor, wit, and just some real funny takes on life that I so appreciated. And the clubhouse kitty, Sox, just loved Dave!! Well, Dave has just passed on to the next realm. The Big Piano Gig in the sky. Bless you, my friend and with love and gratitude, on behalf of the MANY you made smile while they were in distress of finding a new way to live, I thank you for helping save my life. I smile when I think of you.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 13:06:19 +0000
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