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Beyond the Stereo: Stuck in My Head

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August 07, 2008

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Claire

I found you because a friend of mine on facebook received your posting about your husband's untimely death from a friend of HIS. He said you were a friend of a friend, and asked all of us to pray for you in this difficult time. He put a link to your blog, so here I am. I subscribed so that each time you post I am reminded to pray for peace and healing for you, and to lift you to our heavenly father, who loves you more than you will ever know.

Blessings!

Caring Person Who's Never Met You

I too am a friend of a friend who was sent your blog and I'm deeply sorry for your loss. I check in to see how you are doing and it helps me to keep my own life in a reality check and be incredibly thankful for my husband and family each and every day. I'd be wearing my husband's ring as well if it had happened to me. May God bless you with healing during this very difficult time.

sarahk

I actually have no idea. Through Typepad back in the day? Through Harvey? I just can't remember.

But I keep up through Bloglines.

Tom Henderson

Denni and I used to run guns(1) and Bibles to guerrilla missionaries in southeast Asia, sometimes with Cherry and Pablo. It started out as a tense partnership; nobody got along, and quite often someone had to draw a sharp breath and say, "Now, put down the grenade..." Days in the jungle followed by nights sampling the local cultures flew by, and eventually we developed into a tight cadre of ruthless warriors(2), determined to fulfill our mission, no matter what the cost. I've still got the scar where Denni had to dig a bullet out of my calf with a spoon.(3)

As time wore on, we drifted our separate ways, ending up in Arizona and Minnesota.

Wait, that wasn't me...

* * *

(1) "Love is the Gun"-The Violet Burning

(2) Honest. There was nobody named Ruth anywhere near us.

(3) I never got an answer as to why she shot me in the first place, beyond "I missed..."

Karen of Scottsdale

I think I started reading your blog 3+ yrs ago when I started blogging and looking for fellow Phoenix bloggers. Kept you in Bloglines hoping you'd start up again. ;-)

Kim Spady

I got to you through Tom Henderson's blog -- he mentioned your tragedy. I am so sorry.

Kim Spady
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Pablo

I don't normally comment on comments, but in this case, I have to.

Tom, I think that for the benefit of all concerned, you should decrease the dosage!

;-)

Besides, she shot ME, and that was not a spoon.

wRitErsbLock

SarahK sent me here.
I pop in intermittently

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