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JULIE, Help is on the Way

Reader: Sending love & music to my brother as he travels to Charlotte to keep vigil with our sister who's involved in a tug of war between earth & heaven..



(from the Facebook post) “We will get by, we will survive....” On September 26, 1987, “Touch of Grey” entered the Top 40 charts. It would go on to peak at #9, putting the Dead in the Top 10 for the first time.




--this YouTuber captured a lot...a parking lot...full of fun in these 6 minutes...ENJOY THE RIDE...



Help is on the Way


Paradise waits On the crest of a wave her angels in flame

She has no pain (our prayer)

Like a child she is pure, she is not to blame

Poised for flight, wings spread bright

Spring from night into the sun

Don't stop to run

She can fly like a lie, she can't be outdone...


...Without love in the dream it'll never come true


Franklin's Tower


In another time's forgotten space Your eyes looked from your mother's face (1) Wildflower seed on the sand and stone May the four winds blow you safely home

Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew


(1) 74 years ago...safely inside Mom's belly...


Life's Short...Eat Dessert FIRST...


Julia Burns ("Nanny") - our sister Julie's namesake - was an amazing baker. As I remember it...she'd leave her Brooklyn apartment, take the "A" train to the last stop: Lefferts Blvd - to help her daughter - our Mom - take care of the 7 of us. She'd come down 123rd Street in Richmond Hill loaded down with the familiar green and white boxes from Ebinger's Bakery.


This next link is both a tribute and a hint to those sisters in our family who inherited her sweet culinary skills...



(from the post about Ebinger's Blackout Cake)

But it would all be worth it for her grandfather's reaction — or so she thought. She explains how she felt at the time: "I'm so excited, I'm explaining this is the Ebinger's Blackout Cake of his youth. This is the cake, this is the recipe!"


As she waited for him to respond, she wondered what he would call his favorite part of the cake: "Would he single out the flavor, the texture, the delicate layering of the different components?"


After all her effort, what did he pick? " 'Lemon,' he said."


She couldn't believe it. "Really? You like lemon, old man? I'll give you a lemon!"


Years after she made the chocolate cake for her lemon-loving grandfather, Workman made it again to see if it was as arduous as she remembered. It was. She says it's like having a second child: "It doesn't hurt any less, but you know what you're getting yourself into."


When life gives you LEMONS...Eat CHERRIES...




Live - not stuffed...



P. T. Class


Our family will know what recent conversation prompted this...



Shore 'nuf...We're all going somewhere...sometime...



When I leave this world and go to heaven's shore

There to be with the ones that have gone on before

I will leave behind this troubled mind

For there I shall worry no more


Chorus

Oh, there'll be no pain I've been told

No burdens to hold

No sorrow, no sufferin' up there

No storm clouds will rise

No tears to fill my eyes

When I walk on God's heavenly shore


When that trumpet sound in heard from all around

And heaven's gate is opened up wide

I will cast my eyes beyond that cloudy sky

And walk onto heaven's great shore


Chorus repeats twice





Jersey Shore...




Box Of Rain

Lyrics By: Robert Hunter

Music By: Phil Lesh


Look out of any window Any morning, any evening, any day Maybe the sun is shining Birds are winging, no rain is falling from a heavy sky What do you want me to do To do for you to see you through? For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago Walk out of any doorway Feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you What do you want me to do To watch for you while you're sleeping? Then please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too Look into any eyes You find by you; you can see clear to another day Maybe been seen before Through other eyes on other days while going home What do you want me to do To do for you to see you through? It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago Walk into splintered sunlight Inch your way through dead dreams to another land Maybe you're tired and broken Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear What do you want me to do To do for you, to see you through? A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through Just a box of rain, wind and water Believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on Sun and shower, wind and rain In and out the window like a moth before a flame And it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it there Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare And it's just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hair Such a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there




ROAD TRIPPIN' TUNES...


Mike, since you'll be on the road for a long time, here's some additional music to accompany you...



--you and I spent some time in this North Carloina surfing paradise...



Chillin'...Uhh...Watch the road... : )))





MERCY MISSION COMPLETE PLAYLIST (of all songs in this post)


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