On 4/27/13 1:26 PM, "Diane Briney" <dianebriney@yahoo.com> wrote:
Hi Barbie,
It has been awhile since I have seen your cheerful face but I do remember it so well from our high school days. Your smile is what I remember most and your beautiful son has been lucky enough to inherit it. I do remember how I envied you being admitted to SDSC one semester earlier than the rest of us! You were always so smart and beautiful and had the sweetest personality! I am proud of your attitude to live your life on an upward swing and face whatever comes with the clear eyes of one at peace with the world. Just want you to know you have touched so many lives and we will always remember you as the sweet, strong woman you are.
Stay true to yourself as I know you will, Diane Gamble Briney ______________________________________________________________________
It has been awhile since I have seen your cheerful face but I do remember it so well from our high school days. Your smile is what I remember most and your beautiful son has been lucky enough to inherit it. I do remember how I envied you being admitted to SDSC one semester earlier than the rest of us! You were always so smart and beautiful and had the sweetest personality! I am proud of your attitude to live your life on an upward swing and face whatever comes with the clear eyes of one at peace with the world. Just want you to know you have touched so many lives and we will always remember you as the sweet, strong woman you are.
Stay true to yourself as I know you will, Diane Gamble Briney ______________________________________________________________________
Date: Sat, Apr 27, 2013 at 7:23 PM
From: b.a. barnett <babaccordn@earthlink.net>
To: Diane Briney <dianebriney@yahoo.com>
Diane,
hello! Once I saw your maiden name GAMBLE, then your face appeared as a
curly-haired blonde teenager—so sweet and lovely to see you! Thank you
for the very kind and clear words.
Your words are evocative........memories arise........that piece of history you mention about being admitted to SDSC a semester earlier than the rest and feeling envious...... I spent every summer (summer school) working hard to accumulate the credits necessary in order to get out of the house, to escape my family of origin! No picnic there at home. So school became my playground, friends became my soul-mates; immediately after school was out, retreating to the ‘den’ to practice my accordion lessons became my sanctuary for mastery in a family life where I felt depressed and helpless!
Apologize if this is what they call an “over-share.” Ever since waking up in the hospital I’ve been encouraged to be REAL. OK, I think I’ll stop there! “Tomorrow is another day.”
Your words are evocative........memories arise........that piece of history you mention about being admitted to SDSC a semester earlier than the rest and feeling envious...... I spent every summer (summer school) working hard to accumulate the credits necessary in order to get out of the house, to escape my family of origin! No picnic there at home. So school became my playground, friends became my soul-mates; immediately after school was out, retreating to the ‘den’ to practice my accordion lessons became my sanctuary for mastery in a family life where I felt depressed and helpless!
Apologize if this is what they call an “over-share.” Ever since waking up in the hospital I’ve been encouraged to be REAL. OK, I think I’ll stop there! “Tomorrow is another day.”
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