Almost Out of Oregon
Somewhere between La Pine and Bend, Oregon, while I was stopped talking to a full bearded cyclist wearing a home made jumpsuit that had memorized the entire Christian bible and was proving it to me, a car stops and a couple jumps out shouting, "We know you! We know you! We know you from Blairsville, Georgia! We work with Winton Porter at Mountain Crossings!" Mountain Crossings is an outdoor outfitter store in the Walasi-Yi Center, www.mountaincrossingS.com the only building the Appalachian Trail actually passes through in its 2,175 miles from Springer Mountain in Georgia to Mt. Katahdin in Maine. I didn't recognize them at first, but it came to me later. They have both thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail in its entirety like myself, it was Jen "Princess Brat" and Jimmy "Alpine" Ingram. It was wonderful, like seeing family! They could only stay but a moment, they were trying to get to Klamath Falls, Oregon to look at property before nightfall. Jimmy asked the guy on the bike to take our picture with Jimmy's camera and the guy's face just froze in a look of pure fright! Jimmy said, "Oh, you don't touch electronic equipment?" The guy just grunted. Jimmy must have been familiar with whatever religious cult he was from, for he simply said, "Okay", lifted his camera up in front of us and took a picture of our three heads. I'm not going to join that cult 'cause I like my laptop and new camera phone too much. Jen and Jimmy told me they still worked for my friend Winton Porter at Mountain Crossings and that his book would soon be published. It was so cool running into them and brightened my day! They both gave me big long hugs full of energy to strengthen me for my walk!
Just south of Madras, OR. I had just passed an intersection where a sign told me it was two and a half miles to places for food... on the road I wasn't taking. An Oregon State Trooper, Chris Seber, pulled up and asked what I was doing. I informed him of my objective, my cause, and why I love life. We talked for awhile, it was interesting that he had just returned from my hometown of Vero Beach, Florida and he was telling me how he had stayed a week with a family that I knew of who operates an air-boat tour guide service on the Kissimmee River. He saw the Florida that I love. I asked him if there was any place to eat before I got into Madras. He explained to me that there was not, but he could give me a ride the 2.5 miles into Culver where I could get something to eat. He further explained that the road Culver was ran parallel with 97 and would take me right into Madras. Great, I got something to eat at Beetle Bailey Burgers and never had to walk 2.5 miles out of my way! Chris told me about his three baby girls (one set of twins) and how he could not ever imagine for a second the horror of losing one! He thanked me for doing my walk. I later recieved an email from Chris's mother telling me how touched her son was by my story. He was talking to her on his cell when he decided to stop and see what I was doing . She said he mistakenly thought I was hitchhiking and told her he had to go check on me. She said he called her back later and told her how pleased he was to have met me. She said it is very rare that he has positive things to say about the people he usually meets while on duty.
As I walked into Madras, a young couple stopped and asked if I would like to go to their house, take a shower, do laundry, go to their church for a big dinner, and then spend the night at their house... they were shocked and amazed at how fast my ass was in that car! They were Rob and Jenny willoughby, Rob was the youth minister at the church where we ate. great food, I might add! Some guy read one scripture, talked about ten minutes (Not enough to cause indigestion) and then shut up. I spent the night out on their wooden deck, my choice, I could have slept inside if I had wanted to. I got up early, left them a thank you note and headed out to meet a new friend, Bill Sawyer, who was riding his beautiful BMW bike down from Portland, Oregon to meet me in Madras.
Erin Henning, the gentleman who is filming the documentary of my walks had mailed me expressing concern for his uncle Bill Sawyer, who had lost his 18-year-old son in a head-on car collision on U.S. 97 during the Thanksgiving holiday season the year before. So Erin introduced us via email. I've been where Bill Sawyer is, I know the absolute horror he is walking in daily. It creates a huge hole in your life, which you gingerly walk around constantly and without warning.... you often fall into it! Around 10:30 we met in a very small city park at a concrete picnic table. We liked each other immediately! We talked about all aspects of having lost our babies. We talked of how much harder it can be for an older sister as was the case with both our daughters. How it can be harder on them than another sibling relationship due to the maternal instinct. We spoke of how parents whom have lost children have to be careful not to unconsciously allow society to dictate their grieving process. The majority of society only experiences the death of a parent, a sibling, or a spouse and so that generally is the most severe grief they know. And so they are ignorant of the horror and the huge greater pain in losing a child. Those of us who know, also know, there is no comparison in the level of grief! And what helps us to accept their ignorance is that... we want them to always remain ignorant!! May they NEVER know!
Bill and I spoke a long time and every once in awhile a 54-year-old homeless lady name Pam would approach us and ask if she could buy a cigarette from Bill. He gave her one each time she asked, without charge, of course. Eventually, a Mexican lady named Lupe, came up to our table and said she just had to know about the sign. I started telling my story and introduced Bill and his tragedy and why he had rode down to meet me. Lupe could see this was going to take awhile so she sat down at the table with us. Pam, seeing another woman at the table then garnered the courage to join us. Lupe started telling of her problems with an alcoholic daughter. Pam then started telling of her battle with low self-esteem and depression. there were tears, there was also laughter. And some of the wittiest and surprisingly wise remarks were made by sweet little Pam, who was homeless We all just automatically were responding to the needs of each other. Broken hearts were being mended. Bill said some truly beautiful things to Pam about how to achieve and maintain a high self esteem, and it helped her, I saw it in her face. Lupe was the first to leave, having to go to work. She expressed regret at having to leave. She took my card and said she intended to call the local paper at Madras and ask them to run my story.
Pam stayed a little while longer, she explained that she had recently garnered up enough courage to ask for some help and that some local people were helping her. Bill and i gave her a little money and she immediately said, "Oh, that's not the reason I was here... I'm not begging for money, that's not he kind of person I am!" "We know that." we both assured her. She finally accepted the money and with a big smile on her face she said, "I'll get something to eat now... and I really like slushies!" She was just so very sweet! She left to get something to eat and Bill and I stayed on a little longer. Bill reached in his wallet and pulled out a picture of his beautiful son Daniel and handed it to me. He said, " I would be honored if you could take this picture of my son with you on the rest of your journey... I think Daniel would really like that." I was honored, I placed it in my wallet between the pictures of my two beautiful children. Bill and I said our goodbyes, both thrilled to have made a new friend! And I headed out for the highway!
As I walked past one building, out out of the corner of my eye I saw a lady sitting on the grass under a large shade tree. I didn't recognize her at first, it was Pam, she had cleaned up and changed clothes, ad her hair was all brushed back. She looked sweet, she looked pretty! She yelled out as she held a large plastic drink cup high in the air, "Hey Steve, I got my slushie! Thank you Steve! Tell Bill thanks too!" I cry a lot out here on the road.
As I was nearly out of town, I noticed a barber pole, reminding me how badly I needed a haircut. So, I took all my gear off so I could stick my head in the door (if I don't take the sign off, I always hit shit and break stuff with it!) and ask how much. The older of the two barbers said, "Twelve dollars sir." I didn't have enough cash on me so I asked if they accepted credit cards. he said no but that there was a bank across the street that probably had an ATM. So I left my gear leaning against the barber shop and ran over to the bank. They wanted a $3.00 fee to give me a twenty dollar bill! Screw that! I would rather give the barber a $3.00 tip than give it to a bank! I'm a very low budget operation and I just plain ol' don't like getting fleeced! So, I simply told myself, I would wait until the next town and then get a haircut when I didn't have to extorted by a bank! My dear sweet mother used to say... "Those sonsabitches!" I went back across the street and started strapping all that gear back on. The young barber stuck his head out the door, "You change your mind sir?" I told him the situation and he said, "I don't blame you one bit, that seems very high." I asked him if he thought there might be an ATM in town with a cheaper fee. He said they would probably all be the same. Then He said, "Come on in here, I'll cut your hair. A man doing what you're doing has to look nice. Like Pam, I was reluctant to accept at first, and also like Pam, a big smile came on my face and I accepted. As I was in the chair, he asked me numerous questions about my walk. He gave me a buzz, trimmed my eyebrows and my mustache. I thanked him and headed for the door, as I passed the older barber, he said, "you take it easy now... you be careful out there." And the customer in his chair said, "yeah, you be careful." Did I mention, I cry a lot out here.....
The next morning a car stopped and a lady got out and told me she was a reporter for the local paper in Madras. She said a lady with a very strong Mexican accent called and suggested they do my story. I then told her of the gathering of Lupe, Pam, Bill, and myself. She looked up at me from her writing and with eye's real wide, she excitedly said, "I saw you... you were at the park! I was stopped at the light and I couldn't quit looking over at the four of you... I kept wondering what you could all be so deeply engaged in! I remember thinking I would love to have time to go over there!" You felt the energy ma'am! She felt the energy of love as it mended the broken heart!
At Grass Valley, Oregon, inside the Grass Valley Country Store and Deli, I met a young man working there who simply called himself Farmer Mike. He had a long, very well groomed pony tail that went to his waist. He gave me a large container of potato salad he had just made after I told him what I was doing and had given him my card. Later that day as I was hopping around the little camp ground where I had my tent, looking for some shade where I could sit and use my laptop and be able to see the screen. It was a little awkward but hey, Doug, the manager of the campground let me camp for free, but anyway, a big 33' motor home pulls in right beside my little bitty tent and stops. And Farmer Mike, whose hair is now loose from the pony tail, steps out of the motor home and says to me, "come over here please, I need to talk to you." So I went up into the big motor home with him. He said, "I have never met anyone before who has had so much bad stuff happen to them and then turn it around and do such good things with it!" I said thanks. He went on. " Someone who walks as much as you shouldn't have to sleep on the ground all the time. I brought this here for you to use." He started to walk off but turned and said, "When you get finished with your walking.... please don't forget the people you're helping... stick with them... okay?" I answered, "Absolutely!" He smiled, walked over to the campground office, paid for two nights and then walked off toward town! See why I cry a lot out here........
Tomorrow I head into Moro, Oregon to pick up my new business cards. I will then be about 20 miles from Washington... I'm flyin'!
Just south of Madras, OR. I had just passed an intersection where a sign told me it was two and a half miles to places for food... on the road I wasn't taking. An Oregon State Trooper, Chris Seber, pulled up and asked what I was doing. I informed him of my objective, my cause, and why I love life. We talked for awhile, it was interesting that he had just returned from my hometown of Vero Beach, Florida and he was telling me how he had stayed a week with a family that I knew of who operates an air-boat tour guide service on the Kissimmee River. He saw the Florida that I love. I asked him if there was any place to eat before I got into Madras. He explained to me that there was not, but he could give me a ride the 2.5 miles into Culver where I could get something to eat. He further explained that the road Culver was ran parallel with 97 and would take me right into Madras. Great, I got something to eat at Beetle Bailey Burgers and never had to walk 2.5 miles out of my way! Chris told me about his three baby girls (one set of twins) and how he could not ever imagine for a second the horror of losing one! He thanked me for doing my walk. I later recieved an email from Chris's mother telling me how touched her son was by my story. He was talking to her on his cell when he decided to stop and see what I was doing . She said he mistakenly thought I was hitchhiking and told her he had to go check on me. She said he called her back later and told her how pleased he was to have met me. She said it is very rare that he has positive things to say about the people he usually meets while on duty.
As I walked into Madras, a young couple stopped and asked if I would like to go to their house, take a shower, do laundry, go to their church for a big dinner, and then spend the night at their house... they were shocked and amazed at how fast my ass was in that car! They were Rob and Jenny willoughby, Rob was the youth minister at the church where we ate. great food, I might add! Some guy read one scripture, talked about ten minutes (Not enough to cause indigestion) and then shut up. I spent the night out on their wooden deck, my choice, I could have slept inside if I had wanted to. I got up early, left them a thank you note and headed out to meet a new friend, Bill Sawyer, who was riding his beautiful BMW bike down from Portland, Oregon to meet me in Madras.
Erin Henning, the gentleman who is filming the documentary of my walks had mailed me expressing concern for his uncle Bill Sawyer, who had lost his 18-year-old son in a head-on car collision on U.S. 97 during the Thanksgiving holiday season the year before. So Erin introduced us via email. I've been where Bill Sawyer is, I know the absolute horror he is walking in daily. It creates a huge hole in your life, which you gingerly walk around constantly and without warning.... you often fall into it! Around 10:30 we met in a very small city park at a concrete picnic table. We liked each other immediately! We talked about all aspects of having lost our babies. We talked of how much harder it can be for an older sister as was the case with both our daughters. How it can be harder on them than another sibling relationship due to the maternal instinct. We spoke of how parents whom have lost children have to be careful not to unconsciously allow society to dictate their grieving process. The majority of society only experiences the death of a parent, a sibling, or a spouse and so that generally is the most severe grief they know. And so they are ignorant of the horror and the huge greater pain in losing a child. Those of us who know, also know, there is no comparison in the level of grief! And what helps us to accept their ignorance is that... we want them to always remain ignorant!! May they NEVER know!
Bill and I spoke a long time and every once in awhile a 54-year-old homeless lady name Pam would approach us and ask if she could buy a cigarette from Bill. He gave her one each time she asked, without charge, of course. Eventually, a Mexican lady named Lupe, came up to our table and said she just had to know about the sign. I started telling my story and introduced Bill and his tragedy and why he had rode down to meet me. Lupe could see this was going to take awhile so she sat down at the table with us. Pam, seeing another woman at the table then garnered the courage to join us. Lupe started telling of her problems with an alcoholic daughter. Pam then started telling of her battle with low self-esteem and depression. there were tears, there was also laughter. And some of the wittiest and surprisingly wise remarks were made by sweet little Pam, who was homeless We all just automatically were responding to the needs of each other. Broken hearts were being mended. Bill said some truly beautiful things to Pam about how to achieve and maintain a high self esteem, and it helped her, I saw it in her face. Lupe was the first to leave, having to go to work. She expressed regret at having to leave. She took my card and said she intended to call the local paper at Madras and ask them to run my story.
Pam stayed a little while longer, she explained that she had recently garnered up enough courage to ask for some help and that some local people were helping her. Bill and i gave her a little money and she immediately said, "Oh, that's not the reason I was here... I'm not begging for money, that's not he kind of person I am!" "We know that." we both assured her. She finally accepted the money and with a big smile on her face she said, "I'll get something to eat now... and I really like slushies!" She was just so very sweet! She left to get something to eat and Bill and I stayed on a little longer. Bill reached in his wallet and pulled out a picture of his beautiful son Daniel and handed it to me. He said, " I would be honored if you could take this picture of my son with you on the rest of your journey... I think Daniel would really like that." I was honored, I placed it in my wallet between the pictures of my two beautiful children. Bill and I said our goodbyes, both thrilled to have made a new friend! And I headed out for the highway!
As I walked past one building, out out of the corner of my eye I saw a lady sitting on the grass under a large shade tree. I didn't recognize her at first, it was Pam, she had cleaned up and changed clothes, ad her hair was all brushed back. She looked sweet, she looked pretty! She yelled out as she held a large plastic drink cup high in the air, "Hey Steve, I got my slushie! Thank you Steve! Tell Bill thanks too!" I cry a lot out here on the road.
As I was nearly out of town, I noticed a barber pole, reminding me how badly I needed a haircut. So, I took all my gear off so I could stick my head in the door (if I don't take the sign off, I always hit shit and break stuff with it!) and ask how much. The older of the two barbers said, "Twelve dollars sir." I didn't have enough cash on me so I asked if they accepted credit cards. he said no but that there was a bank across the street that probably had an ATM. So I left my gear leaning against the barber shop and ran over to the bank. They wanted a $3.00 fee to give me a twenty dollar bill! Screw that! I would rather give the barber a $3.00 tip than give it to a bank! I'm a very low budget operation and I just plain ol' don't like getting fleeced! So, I simply told myself, I would wait until the next town and then get a haircut when I didn't have to extorted by a bank! My dear sweet mother used to say... "Those sonsabitches!" I went back across the street and started strapping all that gear back on. The young barber stuck his head out the door, "You change your mind sir?" I told him the situation and he said, "I don't blame you one bit, that seems very high." I asked him if he thought there might be an ATM in town with a cheaper fee. He said they would probably all be the same. Then He said, "Come on in here, I'll cut your hair. A man doing what you're doing has to look nice. Like Pam, I was reluctant to accept at first, and also like Pam, a big smile came on my face and I accepted. As I was in the chair, he asked me numerous questions about my walk. He gave me a buzz, trimmed my eyebrows and my mustache. I thanked him and headed for the door, as I passed the older barber, he said, "you take it easy now... you be careful out there." And the customer in his chair said, "yeah, you be careful." Did I mention, I cry a lot out here.....
The next morning a car stopped and a lady got out and told me she was a reporter for the local paper in Madras. She said a lady with a very strong Mexican accent called and suggested they do my story. I then told her of the gathering of Lupe, Pam, Bill, and myself. She looked up at me from her writing and with eye's real wide, she excitedly said, "I saw you... you were at the park! I was stopped at the light and I couldn't quit looking over at the four of you... I kept wondering what you could all be so deeply engaged in! I remember thinking I would love to have time to go over there!" You felt the energy ma'am! She felt the energy of love as it mended the broken heart!
At Grass Valley, Oregon, inside the Grass Valley Country Store and Deli, I met a young man working there who simply called himself Farmer Mike. He had a long, very well groomed pony tail that went to his waist. He gave me a large container of potato salad he had just made after I told him what I was doing and had given him my card. Later that day as I was hopping around the little camp ground where I had my tent, looking for some shade where I could sit and use my laptop and be able to see the screen. It was a little awkward but hey, Doug, the manager of the campground let me camp for free, but anyway, a big 33' motor home pulls in right beside my little bitty tent and stops. And Farmer Mike, whose hair is now loose from the pony tail, steps out of the motor home and says to me, "come over here please, I need to talk to you." So I went up into the big motor home with him. He said, "I have never met anyone before who has had so much bad stuff happen to them and then turn it around and do such good things with it!" I said thanks. He went on. " Someone who walks as much as you shouldn't have to sleep on the ground all the time. I brought this here for you to use." He started to walk off but turned and said, "When you get finished with your walking.... please don't forget the people you're helping... stick with them... okay?" I answered, "Absolutely!" He smiled, walked over to the campground office, paid for two nights and then walked off toward town! See why I cry a lot out here........
Tomorrow I head into Moro, Oregon to pick up my new business cards. I will then be about 20 miles from Washington... I'm flyin'!
Steve~ I was in Blairsville Ga, a couple of months ago! My best friends parents live there in a log cabin. It was so beautiful and peaceful. I threatened them that I was going to come up again this summer and stay for a week or two.
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Yeah, Blairsville is beautiful Michelle, I lived there for a few months and had been visiting for years prior to that. When you visit again, take in the Mountain Music performed every weekend at the old court house in the town square during the summer months. You'll see wonderful talent... like a 7-year-old playing fiddle as good as any!
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Steve, so happy to hear you are making such great progress on your amazing journey! Words can't express how great it was to meet you and share thoughts and feelings about living with the intense suffering of grief following the loss of a child. Your insights and experiences helped me immensely and your energy and spirit will always be with me, and mine with you. Take care of yourself as you continue to have a positive impact on others along your path! Talk soon, Bill
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It was great meeting you as well Bill! Thank you for the kind words my new friend. What happens to us in life we can not predict but we can however, determine how unseen events effect us and how we let those events shape our lives. I would much rather have my babies back... but! I guess I'm channeling the love I can no longer direct toward my children... toward others. I saw a lot of love and concern coming from you toward Pam, that sweet homeless lady in the park, as you gave her inspiring words of encouragement! You inspired me as well.... thanks.
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Dear Steve- Bill Sawyer is my younger brother and Erin Henning is my son. Thank you so much for taking time with both of them. I am now closely following your journey and my warmest thoughts go your way. In our extended family we have lost 3 children to tragic circumstances - Daniel (my nephew) - William (another nephew who died at 7 from leukemia) and a dear cousin who died at 16 (cancer). The memories of each of these children are happy ones also, amid the sadness. I hope to meet you along your wanderings one day. From California - Denise Deneaux
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Denise, it is an absolute pleasure to meet the mother of Erin Henning! You have to be one proud mother! Erin is an absolute delight to be around! He is an incredible film maker and is doing a superb job getting my message out. I enjoy having him and Merridith as friends. And it is a delight to have your brother Bill as a good friend, he and I really hit it off, I enjoy his company very much.
All those young deaths, so difficult to deal with. Yeah, the happy memories... the babies are gone and no way can we bring them back and so we must remember how sweet they were, how good they were, and how very much that sweetness and goodness in them would insist that we the survivors, go on and LOVE LIFE with all our hearts! This is a poem I shared with your brother Bill and has helped me much.
If I die, survive me with such sheer force
that you waken the furies of the pallid and the cold,
from south to south lift your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth.
I don't want your laughter or your steps to waver,
I don't want my heritage of joy to die.
Don't call up my person. I am absent.
Live in my absence as if in a house.
Absence is a house so vast
that inside you will pass through its walls
and hang pictures on the air
Absence is a house so transparent
that I, lifeless, will see you, living,
and if you suffer, my love, I will die again.
~Pablo Neruda
Thank you for the warm thoughts Denise and I do hope we get to meet eventually. ~ Your new friend, Steve
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Hello! I just wanted to give you an update on Benny (my father-in-law). He's doing pretty darn good and now able to "exercise the dogs"! We know that has definately enhanced his recovery! I also wanted to let you know how much he and Missy enjoyed your visit. It was sure fun for them to read about your encounter with the "Strubles" and share it with friends!
Anyhow,keep on walking and sharing your story, you are definately impacting people.
p.s. my father committed suicide when I was five, so the "Love" you are spreading is Awesome! Sorry we weren't able to meet.
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Tracey, I am so sorry for the loss of your father!! If they could only see ahead, what they are about to do to those of us left behind!!?? That is what I try and convey to those I encounter who are or have considered suicide as an escape. To convince them they do NOT have the right to take their own lives as it does not belong solely to them!! I try to explain to them that they can do any thing they desire in life except.... HURT OTHERS. And suicide goes way beyond hurting others... it destroys lives! So... we just do not have the right to do it!
Thanks for the update on Ben, of course I already knew that someone as tough as him would bounce right back! Can you believe that goofy nurse suggesting he not get back on a horse?! I LOVE the Strubles, y'all provided me with some of the best and most enjoyable times I have had walking these United States!! Thank you for the kind words of encouragement and we will get to meet when I am back that way. Tell all the Strubles I said, "HI!"
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Dear Steve, I heard you on the radio just a few minutes ago. I am so touched by your honesty, and strength. I cried just to hear about your pain and loss. I have two daughters and after having them my heart opened up with vulnerability and compassion. As I age, I see that life goes on no matter what happens in life. But some life experiences changes us forever. Today, hearing you made me realize once again how good life is because the world has people like yourself in it. Thank you for sharing your pain, wisdom, love and humanity. Happy trails.
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Just heard your story on KQED Public Radio. I sat in the parking lot of HOME Depot to hear the whole story. I was very moved as I now understand that my life does not belong to me alone.
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Thank you for the tears!! Thank you for having the right perspective and allowing what you learn from parenting to make you a better human being and more compassionate toward others. I thank you so very much for letting me know you have benefited from what I have learned through my grief. Life bless you and your precious little girls! ~ Steve "LOVE LIFE" Fugate
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I also just heard your story on KQED public radio. Your experiences--both wonderful and terrible--touched me deeply. I just want to say that I, too, love life, and I am humbled by your efforts. Good for you for doing all this, and best of luck as you go.
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Thank you so very much for letting me know!! Thank you for your LOVE of LIFE... in spite of it ,I'm sure! That's the trick isn't it... to continue to love the precious gift of LIFE no matter the circumstances. Not easy to do... but it is the only real solution to ANY problem. Life is going to go on no matter what, so we might as well decide to continue with it on it's journey with a heart full of love! It will heal every time! Thanks for inspiring me!
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You're right, in spite of it! I must tell you--30 years ago, after 2 failed relationships, the physical and mental pain was becoming too much to bear. I sat down with a bottle of aspirin on my bed and cried and cried--and my dog kept looking at me and snuggling and nudging me, and damned if that isn't what saved me: I couldn't bear the thought of what might happen to her. And decided that I could bear the pain for her. Now, 30 years later, I have had such a wonderful life with so many superb experiences--I've loved again and been hurt again and then loved some more, I've failed and gotten up and gone on, I've succeeded and gone on, I've had some wonderful times and made wonderful friends, I've seen a lot of the world, and I like to think that I've helped to make the world a better place in many ways, too. I am so so so glad I didn't try to take my own life, because the world is a beautiful place no matter which direction one goes with one's body and soul. And--yeah--now I know that my family does love me and does care and I now know how much it would have hurt them. I'm still thinking about you and your babies.
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Hi Steve, It was great to meet you Tue. the 9th at the Liberty Cafe. Your story and inspiration brought tears to all our eyes. We hope to one day see you again, and we are following you on your journey and think of you everyday. You are so special and have the greatest heart ever. Yours friends for life. The Liberty Cafe..Carla Barb and Deb.
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The kindness shown to me from you ladies at the Liberty Restaurant gave me energy for days!!! Thank you for the meal and the love I felt! Thanks for the pictures too! I had a great time there with y'all. What a great way to start a day! Love to you.
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