As many of you have witnessed... I am not handling the loss of Skipthisone very well... he was a dear friend... someone that I loved.. more than either of us knew... If I could turn back time.. know that I would...

I found a few quotes... I want to share with all of you... those who loved Skip... those who had yet to really get to know him.... and those who have missed him all together...

There was so much bitter-sweet reflections in the chat tonight held in his honor... I hope that some of you will post here... your reflections.. your thoughts.. and your memories.. so that those who wander here in the future will know some of him...


I never knew I could suffer so much. And then, at the same time, you think, now I'm ready to open myself up to life in another way, to make it worth something and make it about the right things and not waste time. ~ Gwyneth Paltrow


Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.


Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.


A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.



The following quote by Winston Churchill:

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

Skip... I am certain that your Maker wasn't prepared for you... but I also know that he embraced you ... I look forward to the day when I can do the same. Please rest in peace my sweet friend... know that you helped on my journey.. and that I am a better person because of it.. know that I love you... and that you will forever leave a mark on my soul... look for me... and guide me to love... be a guardian of my heart...

and please... give a kiss to my son.. for me.. and let him know... that it is my wish that he shows you the ropes (Just don't teach him to be a bastard!!). I love you.

I think you're handling yourself just fine, my dear. You and skip had a great relationship from what I gathered on the boards.

Skipper was a gentleman albeit a horny one. A gentle soul no matter always letting the freak flag fly.

So why do I feel so disheartened? I have been reading the lovely tributes to him by those who knew and loved him and I realize that we aren't just an internet community,but a real family.I don't always say that in comming to this oasis brings me real happiness in knowing so many wonderful people.

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Sex is one of nine reasons for reincarnation.The other eight are unimportant...Henry Miller

This poem was used in Four weddings and a funeral - it came to mind on a very bad/sad day.

W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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Vigil, if you were my husband, I would give you poison.

Madam, if you were my wife, I would take it.

But I really don't think that Skip would want his friends to be miserable for too long.

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Vigil, if you were my husband, I would give you poison.

Madam, if you were my wife, I would take it.

Like some of you I have only been here a short time, but going thru the posts you kind of get to know a person. I loved his stories and told him in a PM once. He sent me a cute reply, but I never got the chance to answer back. Makes me sad for that.

I wish you peace in your new life Skip, you will always be remembered.


But please send me the answer to who came thru the laundry room door in the story of The Quiet One II. It's driving me nuts, I need part 3!!

Memories flow easily... some more bitter than sweet... but I am holding on to the belief that he is finally at peace and that such peace will outlast my dispair..