Taking the Scenic Route

There are currently 7 responses to “Monday March 14, 2005”

1. 1 On March 14th, 2005, home.aspx?user=gentlemom said:

   	((HUGS))  I’m so sorry.  My thoughts and prayers are with you.

   posted on March 14th, 2005 at 9:10 PM
2. 2 On March 14th, 2005, home.aspx?user=icedsoychai said:

   	Oh, how sad. I’m so sorry for your loss. Blessings to you and your family.

   posted on March 14th, 2005 at 10:26 PM
3. 3 On March 15th, 2005, home.aspx?user=midnightowl said:

   	I’m so sorry.

   posted on March 15th, 2005 at 1:13 AM
4. 4 On March 15th, 2005, home.aspx?user=bionicsquirrel said:

   	Jennifer, my heart goes out to you and Arnie’s family.  I am so sorry.

   posted on March 15th, 2005 at 10:11 AM
5. 5 On March 15th, 2005, home.aspx?user=Nemmer said:

   	((Hugs))

   posted on March 15th, 2005 at 10:48 AM
6. 6 On March 16th, 2005, home.aspx?user=LynnE73 said:

   	I’m sorry.

   posted on March 16th, 2005 at 9:38 PM
7. 7 On March 17th, 2005, home.aspx?user=Jfers_mom said:

   	I’m so sorry, Sunshine. You and Arnie (and Genny) had such a special bond. He ALWAYS asked about you guys, and “Little Zach”. He was a good, gentle influence on you, and he loved you dearly. I sat beside him in church on the last Sunday he was strong enough to come to church service. We hugged deeply, knowing it would probably be the last time. Arnie and Grandma E were friends in high school. Mom says they had a class together in BHS when mom moved there to live with her aunt. She and Arnie always sat at desks near each other, since they were both ‘outcasts’. Grandma is the one who originally suggested to me that Arnie would be a good mentor for you. She was right. He was also my bus driver at the first grade school I went to. There was a curve that went around/near a river that we drove on every day. As a first grader, it scared me every day that we might fall in. I jokingly told him that once as an adult. He felt so bad, and wished that I had told him back then. He would have slowed down so I wouldn’t have been afraid. He wasn’t taking it fast to begin with, I’m sure. He just loved kids so much. I’ll miss him a lot. We hugged every Sunday that we were both in chruch. His ‘too sweet’ smelling aftershave stuck to me every time. I’ll miss that. While I was driving to work the other day, I was thinking about him. How he had had hip problems pretty much all his life, and has always had a huge limp. How he and Genny adopted a beautiful little girl, only to find out she had a rare disease that ended up eating away skin all over her body, and the bone structure on her face and she had to have a nose put on, which didn’t work. She died young. The adoption agency offered to give them a different baby who was healthy. They refused, saying that God sent them this little girl to love, and beauty is skin deep. They loved her till her early death. His adopted son, who went through a very rebelious time (hes fine now). Genny getting Parkensens disease and he faithfully taking care of her. He had Leukemia. He didn’t deserve ANY of this. I was thinking how now, at long last, He is getting what he deserves! God-speed, Dear Arnie.

   posted on March 17th, 2005 at 10:16 AM