OT Shmiley

Somewhere, someone posted this:



My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played
their own special game from the time they had met each other.

The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise
place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around
the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their
turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers
through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing
the next meal.

They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where
my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food
coloring.

"Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot
shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my
grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave
"shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places
"shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly
were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.

The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily"
was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of
the fireplace.

This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as
the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully
appreciate my grandparents' game.

Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure
and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship.

They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little
games; it was a way of life.

Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection,
which not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Grandma and Grandpa
held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped
into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's
sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My
grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome
and old he had grown to be.

She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."

Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling
at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother
had breast cancer.

The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa
was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow
room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by
sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.

Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane
and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning.
But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not
leave the house anymore.

For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to
watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally
happened.

Grandma was gone.

"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my
grandmother's funeral bouquet.

As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts,
uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered
around Grandma one last time.

Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky
breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the
song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I
will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't
begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to
witness its unmatched beauty.

S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.

Pass this on to some of your friends and family and tell them how
much you love them, for there may not be another day that you will
talk to them.

"He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more;
but he that loses courage loses all."

Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait to
hear the answer...or take the time to send you an e-mail.

--
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irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers
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"Virtue has never been as respectable as money." -- Mark Twain

Once upon a time, Tihomir said:

>Somewhere, someone posted this:

Sorry, this was intended as a test of my local news server.
The fixed the propagation now and let free 10 days worth of posts.

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.... An Egyptian King passing gas is a toot uncommon.

Once upon a time, Tihomir said:

>Somewhere, someone posted this:

Sorry, this was intended as a test of my local news server.
The fixed the propagation now and let free 10 days worth of posts.

--
Tihomir ÷¤÷ I think, therefore I do not smoke
Remove my shirt to E-mail me
IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers

.... An Egyptian King passing gas is a toot uncommon.

On Tue, 14 Aug 2007 14:45:55 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, Tihomir said:
>
>>Somewhere, someone posted this:
>
>Sorry, this was intended as a test of my local news server.
>The fixed the propagation now and let free 10 days worth of posts.

Don't apologize for such a beautiful story. I loved it. Wish I'd
gotten to live it.
I wondered why it was dated 8/11 and just showed up today (or last
night).
Sue

On Tue, 14 Aug 2007 14:45:55 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, Tihomir said:
>
>>Somewhere, someone posted this:
>
>Sorry, this was intended as a test of my local news server.
>The fixed the propagation now and let free 10 days worth of posts.

Don't apologize for such a beautiful story. I loved it. Wish I'd
gotten to live it.
I wondered why it was dated 8/11 and just showed up today (or last
night).
Sue

Once upon a time, Sue said:

>Don't apologize for such a beautiful story. I loved it. Wish I'd
>gotten to live it.

Thank you Sue, I like it very much too. Us Pisces can't help being
romantic and cuddly and stuff

>I wondered why it was dated 8/11 and just showed up today (or last
>night).

That's because I actually posted it on 8/11, but it just sat on the
local server until today, when they finally fixed the propagation
problem.

--
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Remove my shirt to E-mail me
IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers

.... Blessed are the young, let them inherit the national debt

Once upon a time, Sue said:

>Don't apologize for such a beautiful story. I loved it. Wish I'd
>gotten to live it.

Thank you Sue, I like it very much too. Us Pisces can't help being
romantic and cuddly and stuff

>I wondered why it was dated 8/11 and just showed up today (or last
>night).

That's because I actually posted it on 8/11, but it just sat on the
local server until today, when they finally fixed the propagation
problem.

--
Tihomir ÷¤÷ I think, therefore I do not smoke
Remove my shirt to E-mail me
IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers

.... Blessed are the young, let them inherit the national debt

This is precious. Thanks for posting it Tihomir.

xoxo,
Cat




"Tihomir" <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr> wrote in message
news:f9kg7f$m6e$1@sunce.iskon.hr...
>
> Somewhere, someone posted this:
>
>
>
> My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played
> their own special game from the time they had met each other.
>
> The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise
> place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around
> the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their
> turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers
> through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing
> the next meal.
>
> They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where
> my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food
> coloring.
>
> "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot
> shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my
> grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave
> "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places
> "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly
> were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.
>
> The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily"
> was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of
> the fireplace.
>
> This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as
> the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully
> appreciate my grandparents' game.
>
> Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure
> and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship.
>
> They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little
> games; it was a way of life.
>
> Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection,
> which not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Grandma and Grandpa
> held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped
> into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's
> sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My
> grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome
> and old he had grown to be.
>
> She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."
>
> Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling
> at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
>
> But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother
> had breast cancer.
>
> The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa
> was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow
> room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by
> sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
>
> Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane
> and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning.
> But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not
> leave the house anymore.
>
> For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to
> watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally
> happened.
>
> Grandma was gone.
>
> "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my
> grandmother's funeral bouquet.
>
> As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts,
> uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered
> around Grandma one last time.
>
> Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky
> breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the
> song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I
> will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't
> begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to
> witness its unmatched beauty.
>
> S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
>
> Pass this on to some of your friends and family and tell them how
> much you love them, for there may not be another day that you will
> talk to them.
>
> "He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more;
> but he that loses courage loses all."
>
> Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait to
> hear the answer...or take the time to send you an e-mail.
>
> --
> Tihomir *I don't smoke anymore* -÷- Remove my shirt to E-mail me.
> IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
> irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers
> http://www.croatia.hr/
>
> "Virtue has never been as respectable as money." -- Mark Twain

This is precious. Thanks for posting it Tihomir.

xoxo,
Cat




"Tihomir" <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr> wrote in message
news:f9kg7f$m6e$1@sunce.iskon.hr...
>
> Somewhere, someone posted this:
>
>
>
> My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played
> their own special game from the time they had met each other.
>
> The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise
> place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around
> the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their
> turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers
> through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing
> the next meal.
>
> They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where
> my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food
> coloring.
>
> "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot
> shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my
> grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave
> "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places
> "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly
> were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.
>
> The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily"
> was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of
> the fireplace.
>
> This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as
> the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully
> appreciate my grandparents' game.
>
> Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure
> and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship.
>
> They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little
> games; it was a way of life.
>
> Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection,
> which not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Grandma and Grandpa
> held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped
> into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's
> sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My
> grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome
> and old he had grown to be.
>
> She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."
>
> Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling
> at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
>
> But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother
> had breast cancer.
>
> The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa
> was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow
> room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by
> sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
>
> Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane
> and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning.
> But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not
> leave the house anymore.
>
> For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to
> watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally
> happened.
>
> Grandma was gone.
>
> "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my
> grandmother's funeral bouquet.
>
> As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts,
> uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered
> around Grandma one last time.
>
> Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky
> breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the
> song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I
> will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't
> begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to
> witness its unmatched beauty.
>
> S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
>
> Pass this on to some of your friends and family and tell them how
> much you love them, for there may not be another day that you will
> talk to them.
>
> "He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more;
> but he that loses courage loses all."
>
> Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait to
> hear the answer...or take the time to send you an e-mail.
>
> --
> Tihomir *I don't smoke anymore* -÷- Remove my shirt to E-mail me.
> IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
> irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers
> http://www.croatia.hr/
>
> "Virtue has never been as respectable as money." -- Mark Twain

Tihomir wrote:
> Once upon a time, Tihomir said:
>
>> Somewhere, someone posted this:
>
> Sorry, this was intended as a test of my local news server.
> The fixed the propagation now and let free 10 days worth of posts.
>
Tiho,

For some reason your original post didn't go to my Verizon servers. I
just saw the replies to it. I had to go to Google to get it. It was so
moving that I felt I needed to post it for any others who didn't get the
feed. I hope you do not mind.

ConcordPhil
From Tiho:
Somewhere, someone posted this:

My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played
their own special game from the time they had met each other.

The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise
place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around
the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their
turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers
through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing
the next meal.

They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where
my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food
coloring.

"Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot
shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my
grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave
"shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places
"shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly
were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.

The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily"
was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of
the fireplace.

This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as
the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully
appreciate my grandparents' game.

Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure
and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship.

They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little
games; it was a way of life.

Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection,
which not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Grandma and Grandpa
held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped
into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's
sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My
grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome
and old he had grown to be.

She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."

Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling
at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother
had breast cancer.

The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa
was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow
room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by
sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.

Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane
and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning.
But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not
leave the house anymore.

For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to
watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally
happened.

Grandma was gone.

"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my
grandmother's funeral bouquet.

As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts,
uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered
around Grandma one last time.

Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky
breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the
song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I
will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't
begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to
witness its unmatched beauty.

S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.

Pass this on to some of your friends and family and tell them how
much you love them, for there may not be another day that you will
talk to them.

"He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more;
but he that loses courage loses all."

Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait to
hear the answer...or take the time to send you an e-mail.

--
Tihomir *I don't smoke anymore* -÷- Remove my shirt to E-mail me.
IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers
http://www.croatia.hr/

"Virtue has never been as respectable as money." -- Mark Twain

Tihomir wrote:
> Once upon a time, Tihomir said:
>
>> Somewhere, someone posted this:
>
> Sorry, this was intended as a test of my local news server.
> The fixed the propagation now and let free 10 days worth of posts.
>
Tiho,

For some reason your original post didn't go to my Verizon servers. I
just saw the replies to it. I had to go to Google to get it. It was so
moving that I felt I needed to post it for any others who didn't get the
feed. I hope you do not mind.

ConcordPhil
From Tiho:
Somewhere, someone posted this:

My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played
their own special game from the time they had met each other.

The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise
place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around
the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their
turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers
through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing
the next meal.

They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where
my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food
coloring.

"Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot
shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my
grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave
"shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places
"shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly
were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.

The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily"
was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of
the fireplace.

This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as
the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully
appreciate my grandparents' game.

Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure
and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship.

They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little
games; it was a way of life.

Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection,
which not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Grandma and Grandpa
held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped
into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's
sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My
grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome
and old he had grown to be.

She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."

Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling
at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother
had breast cancer.

The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa
was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow
room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by
sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.

Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane
and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning.
But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not
leave the house anymore.

For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to
watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally
happened.

Grandma was gone.

"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my
grandmother's funeral bouquet.

As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts,
uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered
around Grandma one last time.

Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky
breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the
song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I
will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't
begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to
witness its unmatched beauty.

S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.

Pass this on to some of your friends and family and tell them how
much you love them, for there may not be another day that you will
talk to them.

"He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more;
but he that loses courage loses all."

Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait to
hear the answer...or take the time to send you an e-mail.

--
Tihomir *I don't smoke anymore* -÷- Remove my shirt to E-mail me.
IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers
http://www.croatia.hr/

"Virtue has never been as respectable as money." -- Mark Twain

/me wipes tears from my eyes. This is beautiful, Tiho. Thank you.

Hey Steve! Shmily!
"Tihomir" <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr> wrote in message
news:f9kg7f$m6e$1@sunce.iskon.hr...
:
: Somewhere, someone posted this:
:
:
:
: My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played
: their own special game from the time they had met each other.
:
: The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise
: place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around
: the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their
: turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers
: through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing
: the next meal.
:
: They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where
: my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food
: coloring.
:
: "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot
: shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my
: grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave
: "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places
: "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly
: were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.
:
: The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily"
: was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of
: the fireplace.
:
: This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as
: the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully
: appreciate my grandparents' game.
:
: Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure
: and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship.
:
: They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little
: games; it was a way of life.
:
: Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection,
: which not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Grandma and Grandpa
: held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped
: into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's
: sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My
: grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome
: and old he had grown to be.
:
: She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."
:
: Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling
: at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
:
: But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother
: had breast cancer.
:
: The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa
: was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow
: room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by
: sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
:
: Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane
: and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning.
: But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not
: leave the house anymore.
:
: For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to
: watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally
: happened.
:
: Grandma was gone.
:
: "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my
: grandmother's funeral bouquet.
:
: As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts,
: uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered
: around Grandma one last time.
:
: Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky
: breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the
: song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I
: will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't
: begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to
: witness its unmatched beauty.
:
: S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
:
: Pass this on to some of your friends and family and tell them how
: much you love them, for there may not be another day that you will
: talk to them.
:
: "He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more;
: but he that loses courage loses all."
:
: Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait to
: hear the answer...or take the time to send you an e-mail.
:
: --
: Tihomir *I don't smoke anymore* -÷- Remove my shirt to E-mail me.
: IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
: irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers
: http://www.croatia.hr/
:
: "Virtue has never been as respectable as money." -- Mark Twain

/me wipes tears from my eyes. This is beautiful, Tiho. Thank you.

Hey Steve! Shmily!
"Tihomir" <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr> wrote in message
news:f9kg7f$m6e$1@sunce.iskon.hr...
:
: Somewhere, someone posted this:
:
:
:
: My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played
: their own special game from the time they had met each other.
:
: The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise
: place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around
: the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their
: turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers
: through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing
: the next meal.
:
: They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where
: my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food
: coloring.
:
: "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot
: shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my
: grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave
: "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places
: "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly
: were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.
:
: The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily"
: was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of
: the fireplace.
:
: This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as
: the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully
: appreciate my grandparents' game.
:
: Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure
: and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship.
:
: They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little
: games; it was a way of life.
:
: Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection,
: which not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Grandma and Grandpa
: held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped
: into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's
: sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My
: grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome
: and old he had grown to be.
:
: She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."
:
: Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling
: at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
:
: But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother
: had breast cancer.
:
: The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa
: was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow
: room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by
: sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
:
: Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane
: and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning.
: But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not
: leave the house anymore.
:
: For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to
: watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally
: happened.
:
: Grandma was gone.
:
: "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my
: grandmother's funeral bouquet.
:
: As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts,
: uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered
: around Grandma one last time.
:
: Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky
: breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the
: song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I
: will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't
: begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to
: witness its unmatched beauty.
:
: S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
:
: Pass this on to some of your friends and family and tell them how
: much you love them, for there may not be another day that you will
: talk to them.
:
: "He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more;
: but he that loses courage loses all."
:
: Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait to
: hear the answer...or take the time to send you an e-mail.
:
: --
: Tihomir *I don't smoke anymore* -÷- Remove my shirt to E-mail me.
: IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
: irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers
: http://www.croatia.hr/
:
: "Virtue has never been as respectable as money." -- Mark Twain

Wow. That is very powerful. I likes it. Thanks.

Wow. That is very powerful. I likes it. Thanks.

Thanks Tihomir!! This story was very moving to me. I see in my future
that this will be Sarah and I. I hope everyone here finds the same kind of
love as those two had.

Steve,
Steve and Sarah

"Tihomir" <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr> wrote in message
news:f9kg7f$m6e$1@sunce.iskon.hr...
:
: Somewhere, someone posted this:
:
:
:
: My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played
: their own special game from the time they had met each other.
:
: The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise
: place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around
: the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their
: turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers
: through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing
: the next meal.
:
: They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where
: my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food
: coloring.
:
: "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot
: shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my
: grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave
: "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places
: "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly
: were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.
:
: The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily"
: was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of
: the fireplace.
:
: This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as
: the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully
: appreciate my grandparents' game.
:
: Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure
: and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship.
:
: They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little
: games; it was a way of life.
:
: Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection,
: which not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Grandma and Grandpa
: held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped
: into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's
: sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My
: grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome
: and old he had grown to be.
:
: She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."
:
: Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling
: at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
:
: But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother
: had breast cancer.
:
: The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa
: was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow
: room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by
: sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
:
: Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane
: and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning.
: But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not
: leave the house anymore.
:
: For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to
: watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally
: happened.
:
: Grandma was gone.
:
: "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my
: grandmother's funeral bouquet.
:
: As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts,
: uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered
: around Grandma one last time.
:
: Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky
: breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the
: song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I
: will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't
: begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to
: witness its unmatched beauty.
:
: S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
:
: Pass this on to some of your friends and family and tell them how
: much you love them, for there may not be another day that you will
: talk to them.
:
: "He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more;
: but he that loses courage loses all."
:
: Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait to
: hear the answer...or take the time to send you an e-mail.
:
: --
: Tihomir *I don't smoke anymore* -÷- Remove my shirt to E-mail me.
: IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
: irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers
: http://www.croatia.hr/
:
: "Virtue has never been as respectable as money." -- Mark Twain

Thanks Tihomir!! This story was very moving to me. I see in my future
that this will be Sarah and I. I hope everyone here finds the same kind of
love as those two had.

Steve,
Steve and Sarah

"Tihomir" <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr> wrote in message
news:f9kg7f$m6e$1@sunce.iskon.hr...
:
: Somewhere, someone posted this:
:
:
:
: My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played
: their own special game from the time they had met each other.
:
: The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise
: place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around
: the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their
: turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers
: through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing
: the next meal.
:
: They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where
: my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food
: coloring.
:
: "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot
: shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my
: grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave
: "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places
: "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly
: were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels.
:
: The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily"
: was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of
: the fireplace.
:
: This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as
: the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully
: appreciate my grandparents' game.
:
: Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure
: and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship.
:
: They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little
: games; it was a way of life.
:
: Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection,
: which not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Grandma and Grandpa
: held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped
: into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's
: sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My
: grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome
: and old he had grown to be.
:
: She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."
:
: Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling
: at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
:
: But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother
: had breast cancer.
:
: The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa
: was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow
: room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by
: sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
:
: Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane
: and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning.
: But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not
: leave the house anymore.
:
: For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to
: watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally
: happened.
:
: Grandma was gone.
:
: "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my
: grandmother's funeral bouquet.
:
: As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts,
: uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered
: around Grandma one last time.
:
: Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky
: breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the
: song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I
: will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't
: begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to
: witness its unmatched beauty.
:
: S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
:
: Pass this on to some of your friends and family and tell them how
: much you love them, for there may not be another day that you will
: talk to them.
:
: "He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more;
: but he that loses courage loses all."
:
: Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait to
: hear the answer...or take the time to send you an e-mail.
:
: --
: Tihomir *I don't smoke anymore* -÷- Remove my shirt to E-mail me.
: IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
: irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers
: http://www.croatia.hr/
:
: "Virtue has never been as respectable as money." -- Mark Twain

Once upon a time, Steve and Sarah said:

> Thanks Tihomir!! This story was very moving to me. I see in my future
>that this will be Sarah and I. I hope everyone here finds the same kind of
>love as those two had.

Future? We already see you two not equaling but beating the pair from
the story :-)

Cheers, and may God bless you with love and respect until the end!

--
Tihomir ÷¤÷ I think, therefore I do not smoke
Remove my shirt to E-mail me
IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers

.... Hailing frequencies open, Captain.

Once upon a time, Steve and Sarah said:

> Thanks Tihomir!! This story was very moving to me. I see in my future
>that this will be Sarah and I. I hope everyone here finds the same kind of
>love as those two had.

Future? We already see you two not equaling but beating the pair from
the story :-)

Cheers, and may God bless you with love and respect until the end!

--
Tihomir ÷¤÷ I think, therefore I do not smoke
Remove my shirt to E-mail me
IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers

.... Hailing frequencies open, Captain.

On Thu, 16 Aug 2007 01:40:43 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, Steve and Sarah said:
>
>> Thanks Tihomir!! This story was very moving to me. I see in my future
>>that this will be Sarah and I. I hope everyone here finds the same kind of
>>love as those two had.
>
>Future? We already see you two not equaling but beating the pair from
>the story :-)
>
>Cheers, and may God bless you with love and respect until the end!

Aren't they just terrific?
Sue

On Thu, 16 Aug 2007 01:40:43 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
wrote:

>Once upon a time, Steve and Sarah said:
>
>> Thanks Tihomir!! This story was very moving to me. I see in my future
>>that this will be Sarah and I. I hope everyone here finds the same kind of
>>love as those two had.
>
>Future? We already see you two not equaling but beating the pair from
>the story :-)
>
>Cheers, and may God bless you with love and respect until the end!

Aren't they just terrific?
Sue

Thanks so much Tiho! Steve and I are glad to be thought of in such a kind
light. Makes us smile!

Hugs and kisses

Sarah and Steve
"Tihomir" <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr> wrote in message
news:fa02tn$uhk$3@sunce.iskon.hr...
: Once upon a time, Steve and Sarah said:
:
: > Thanks Tihomir!! This story was very moving to me. I see in my future
: >that this will be Sarah and I. I hope everyone here finds the same kind
of
: >love as those two had.
:
: Future? We already see you two not equaling but beating the pair from
: the story :-)
:
: Cheers, and may God bless you with love and respect until the end!
:
: --
: Tihomir ÷¤÷ I think, therefore I do not smoke
: Remove my shirt to E-mail me
: IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
: irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers
:
: ... Hailing frequencies open, Captain.

Thanks so much Tiho! Steve and I are glad to be thought of in such a kind
light. Makes us smile!

Hugs and kisses

Sarah and Steve
"Tihomir" <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr> wrote in message
news:fa02tn$uhk$3@sunce.iskon.hr...
: Once upon a time, Steve and Sarah said:
:
: > Thanks Tihomir!! This story was very moving to me. I see in my future
: >that this will be Sarah and I. I hope everyone here finds the same kind
of
: >love as those two had.
:
: Future? We already see you two not equaling but beating the pair from
: the story :-)
:
: Cheers, and may God bless you with love and respect until the end!
:
: --
: Tihomir ÷¤÷ I think, therefore I do not smoke
: Remove my shirt to E-mail me
: IRC chat: #nosmokers at irc.starlink.org
: irc://irc.starlink.org/nosmokers
:
: ... Hailing frequencies open, Captain.

"Sue" <sebrady@thegrid.net> wrote in message
news:32a7c39a26jven8k6l2odlrp3go9hu9kd4@4ax.com...
: On Thu, 16 Aug 2007 01:40:43 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
: wrote:
:
: >Once upon a time, Steve and Sarah said:
: >
: >> Thanks Tihomir!! This story was very moving to me. I see in my future
: >>that this will be Sarah and I. I hope everyone here finds the same kind
of
: >>love as those two had.
: >
: >Future? We already see you two not equaling but beating the pair from
: >the story :-)
: >
: >Cheers, and may God bless you with love and respect until the end!
:
: Aren't they just terrific?
: Sue
Right back atcha Sue! Love you, honey!

Sarah and Steve

"Sue" <sebrady@thegrid.net> wrote in message
news:32a7c39a26jven8k6l2odlrp3go9hu9kd4@4ax.com...
: On Thu, 16 Aug 2007 01:40:43 +0200, Tihomir <tgrebenashirt@inet.hr>
: wrote:
:
: >Once upon a time, Steve and Sarah said:
: >
: >> Thanks Tihomir!! This story was very moving to me. I see in my future
: >>that this will be Sarah and I. I hope everyone here finds the same kind
of
: >>love as those two had.
: >
: >Future? We already see you two not equaling but beating the pair from
: >the story :-)
: >
: >Cheers, and may God bless you with love and respect until the end!
:
: Aren't they just terrific?
: Sue
Right back atcha Sue! Love you, honey!

Sarah and Steve