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You were part of our conversations today Doc. The curly haired Ninja was complaining that she got an aeroplane "again" in her Kinder egg, and I told her there was a man in Atlanta that would be very happy if he got that. She said "He can have it". So there you go mate.
Dude, you can't be serious. I don't want to be crazy, because we're all going to die, but NO!!!I reached out to Andriana on messenger. I then went to Cj's Facebook page and saw The Post dated 8/1/18, it was from his nephew saying goodbye to Uncle Cj. Guys it is with a very heavy heart to tell you this, it looks like Cj died. I haven't heard back from Andriana yet, really don't know if I will, but if I do, I will let you know. It has gotten very dusty in here, he was a very good friend to Jodi and me.
Mine as well.Heartbroken is all I got right now. Just retired and Adriana was preparing for her new journey in Hawaii and he was so proud. Never was able to meet him but was looking forward to the day we would. Pleas pass on to the PiratePrincess my deepest condolences and prayers.
Good to see you back here Andy, even if the reason for the visit is not at all good.Well, life has been busy... I haven't had much time to check in here the last several months. I'm not even sure when the last time was that I logged in. But hearing about CJ, I just had to come back.
CJ will always be one of the first guys I had the opportunity to interact with regularly here. Just a wonderful man. I always enjoyed our chats online. He was always asking about the farm and seemed genuinely interested in learning about it, and conversely, I always loved hearing about his diving trips. We're all dads who are proud of their children, but the Pirate Princess was his world! I don't know if anyone could be more proud and supportive of their child than he was. CJ was one of the few dads I've had the opportunity to meet and I'll never forget sitting next to him in Belle Vue Lounge enjoying some drinks (after he spilled the first one, that is) and talking about football. This one hurts...
OK Boys. I'm calling it. Week over. Everyone out. Tragically, and far too soon, for one of our own, it's the last call.
Those of us still standing at the bar, looking ruefully into our glasses are the ones that have the regrets. Mine is that I never told him what a great Dad I thought he was. I didn't know him well enough to know his circumstances, but to raise a daughter to realise her dreams and to mould her into the confident young woman she has become, as he would so often rightly brag about, is nothing short of exemplary, and a model we can all only try and live up to. Some guy somewhere someday will breathe a little easier, knowing he won't have to have a sit down with CJ about his daughter. He will however, know that he missed the opportunity to gain an incredible Father in law and a doting grandfather. Can you imagine the posts if that would have happened?
As Jeff rightly said, he was a huge part of our tiny corner of the internet. Every post he made had words of encouragement or support. I've only been on here for a while, but I never saw him have a cross word with anyone. Apart from correcting the foolish among us about the proper order of Monty Python films.
The Lady K reminded me this morning that a few months ago, if all of our Florida plans had panned out, I was due to meet him this week for a Marlins game. While I feel like I missed out on meeting him, I still regard him as a friend, and am grieving for him as such. That takes a lot of personality, to imbibe in someone 5000 miles away a huge sense of respect and affection via just your words in a faceless forum.
So as we say goodbye to our Brother, I suggest for this week we all virtually meet again at the Tambu lounge, the bar that I will always associate with CJ, and the one I will now always feel a small twang of sadness as I pass it, even at the happiest place on Earth, and raise a toast to CJ.
Last one standing has to take the middle stool at the bar home. Because let me tell ya, it's going to be impossible to fill.
All the very best chaps. To CJ.
Well, life has been busy... I haven't had much time to check in here the last several months. I'm not even sure when the last time was that I logged in. But hearing about CJ, I just had to come back.
CJ will always be one of the first guys I had the opportunity to interact with regularly here. Just a wonderful man. I always enjoyed our chats online. He was always asking about the farm and seemed genuinely interested in learning about it, and conversely, I always loved hearing about his diving trips. We're all dads who are proud of their children, but the Pirate Princess was his world! I don't know if anyone could be more proud and supportive of their child than he was. CJ was one of the few dads I've had the opportunity to meet and I'll never forget sitting next to him in Belle Vue Lounge enjoying some drinks (after he spilled the first one, that is) and talking about football. This one hurts...
OK Boys. I'm calling it. Week over. Everyone out. Tragically, and far too soon, for one of our own, it's the last call.
Those of us still standing at the bar, looking ruefully into our glasses are the ones that have the regrets. Mine is that I never told him what a great Dad I thought he was. I didn't know him well enough to know his circumstances, but to raise a daughter to realise her dreams and to mould her into the confident young woman she has become, as he would so often rightly brag about, is nothing short of exemplary, and a model we can all only try and live up to. Some guy somewhere someday will breathe a little easier, knowing he won't have to have a sit down with CJ about his daughter. He will however, know that he missed the opportunity to gain an incredible Father in law and a doting grandfather. Can you imagine the posts if that would have happened?
As Jeff rightly said, he was a huge part of our tiny corner of the internet. Every post he made had words of encouragement or support. I've only been on here for a while, but I never saw him have a cross word with anyone. Apart from correcting the foolish among us about the proper order of Monty Python films.
The Lady K reminded me this morning that a few months ago, if all of our Florida plans had panned out, I was due to meet him this week for a Marlins game. While I feel like I missed out on meeting him, I still regard him as a friend, and am grieving for him as such. That takes a lot of personality, to imbibe in someone 5000 miles away a huge sense of respect and affection via just your words in a faceless forum.
So as we say goodbye to our Brother, I suggest for this week we all virtually meet again at the Tambu lounge, the bar that I will always associate with CJ, and the one I will now always feel a small twang of sadness as I pass it, even at the happiest place on Earth, and raise a toast to CJ.
Last one standing has to take the middle stool at the bar home. Because let me tell ya, it's going to be impossible to fill.
All the very best chaps. To CJ.
Last one standing has to take the middle stool at the bar home. Because let me tell ya, it's going to be impossible to fill.
OK Boys. I'm calling it. Week over. Everyone out. Tragically, and far too soon, for one of our own, it's the last call.
Those of us still standing at the bar, looking ruefully into our glasses are the ones that have the regrets. Mine is that I never told him what a great Dad I thought he was. I didn't know him well enough to know his circumstances, but to raise a daughter to realise her dreams and to mould her into the confident young woman she has become, as he would so often rightly brag about, is nothing short of exemplary, and a model we can all only try and live up to. Some guy somewhere someday will breathe a little easier, knowing he won't have to have a sit down with CJ about his daughter. He will however, know that he missed the opportunity to gain an incredible Father in law and a doting grandfather. Can you imagine the posts if that would have happened?
As Jeff rightly said, he was a huge part of our tiny corner of the internet. Every post he made had words of encouragement or support. I've only been on here for a while, but I never saw him have a cross word with anyone. Apart from correcting the foolish among us about the proper order of Monty Python films.
The Lady K reminded me this morning that a few months ago, if all of our Florida plans had panned out, I was due to meet him this week for a Marlins game. While I feel like I missed out on meeting him, I still regard him as a friend, and am grieving for him as such. That takes a lot of personality, to imbibe in someone 5000 miles away a huge sense of respect and affection via just your words in a faceless forum.
So as we say goodbye to our Brother, I suggest for this week we all virtually meet again at the Tambu lounge, the bar that I will always associate with CJ, and the one I will now always feel a small twang of sadness as I pass it, even at the happiest place on Earth, and raise a toast to CJ.
Last one standing has to take the middle stool at the bar home. Because let me tell ya, it's going to be impossible to fill.
All the very best chaps. To CJ.