au revoir mon cher Angelique

A heavy heart | Sept 28 2002 | Carlo3b

[carlo3b]

au revoir mon cher Angelique

I have the truly sad and unenviable task of reporting the loss of a gentle lamb, and fierce patriot, our own dear girl, Angelique.
Simple words cannot express the profound loss I feel. To say I have lost one of my closest and dearest friends would be to betray my own feelings, I adored this girl. Her warm sweet childlike voice, contrasted with her signature feisty repartee, and unbridled humor made her a one-of-a-kind treasure. Her combative defense of her deeply held convictions, crossed many a sword with the best of her friends including yours truly, and her few if any enemies. She was a model Mother, daughter, sister, friend, patriotic American, Franco-American and staunch defender of the principals of a Free Republic, and above all FreeRepublic itself. Angelique said what she believed, with straight talk, a savvy humor and wit, but at times with a velvet sledgehammer ....tears, that was our darling French pastry.
Pray for our sweet girl, as I will, in hopes that she has found comfort and peace in His waiting arms.
pour toujours,  mon cher Angel,  with love......... Carlo
 

[carlo3b]

I'll be seeing you....
When I was growing up in Chicago there was a radio program that played soft music every evening and all through the night. It featured an announcer that would read poetry and create mood to just remember better times as he recited, I'll be seeing you. This reminds me of those times so long ago, but so comforting now....enjoy

[lodwick]

What Do Angels Look Like?

Like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday.

Like the taxi driver who told you your eyes light up the world when you smile.

Like the small child who showed you the wonder in simple things.

Like the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.

Like the rich man who showed you it really is all possible if you believe.

Like the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way.

Like the friend who touched your heart, when you didn't think you had one left to touch.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types.

Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with wrinkles, some without.

They come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.

They don't take life too seriously, they always travel light.

They leave no forwarding address, they ask for nothing in return.

They wear sneakers with gossamer wings, they get a deal on dry cleaning.

They are hard to find when your eyes are closed, but they are everywhere you look when you choose to see.

~ Veronica M. Hay ~

[lodwick]

Barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched people go by. She never tried to speak, she never said a word. Many people passed, but not one person glanced her way. No one stopped, including myself.

The next day I decided to go back to the park, curious if the little girl would still be there. Right in the very same spot as she was yesterday, she sat perched up high, with the saddest look in her eyes. But today I could not just walk away, concerned only with my own affairs. Instead I found myself walking over to the little girl.

As we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I began walking towards her, I could see the back of the little girl's dress indicated a deformity. I figured that was the reason the people just passed by and made no effort to care. As I got closer, the little girl slightly lowered her eyes to avoid my intent stare.

I could see the shape of her back more clearly. It was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was okay ... I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with a simple "Hello!"

The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "Hi" after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. Everyone was gone and we were alone.

I asked the girl why she was so sad. She looked at me and with a sad face said, "Because I'm different."

I immediately said, "That you are!" and smiled.

The little girl acted even sadder. She said, "I know."

"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."

She looked at me and smiled. She slowly stood to her feet and said, "Really?"

"Yes, ma'am, you're like a little guardian angel sent to watch over all the people walking by."

She nodded her head yes and smiled, and with that she spread her wings and said with a twinkle in her eye, "I am ... I'm your guardian angel."

I was speechless ... surely I was just seeing things!

She said, "For once you began thinking of someone other than yourself, and now my job here is done."

Immediately, I stood to my feet and said, "Wait! Why did no one stop to help an angel?"

She looked at me and smiled, "You're the only one who could see me, and you believed it in your heart." With that, she was gone.

And with that, my life was changed dramatically. So, when you think you are all that you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.

~ Author Unknown ~

[Mudboy Slim]

Thanks lodwick, fer posting this...MUD

[Mudboy Slim]

Thanks to you for this wonderful thread, my FRiend...Angelique will be missed, but never forgotten.

FReegards...MUD

[bulldog905]

God bless this lovely lady!

[carlo3b]

There is a time to grieve, and a time to morn. Morning after all is a beginning, and we must begin again.  We must be settled with our emotions and allow ourselves to face the inevitable truth, a sorrowful fact that our loved one has departed this life. They have not abandoned us, they have advanced us into eternity. This does not mean that we have forgotten, nor have we resolved what the loss has meant. What we must do now is learn to survive the emptiness, the absence, the silence.... and live on with the memories of better times. I have dreaded this moment.

I've always disliked good-byes, even those normal farewells in everyday life, departing grandmothers' house, saying good-bye to the kids at school... a hug at the airport. This time has a far deeper meaning, but it is not final.

What the past few days have given me is a way to resolve, to grieve and to prepare an emotional road map to a solution. I've been able to use this time and the sage advice of our dear Freeper friends, many of which have faced these same demons. I have found a renewed comfort in my inner faith. My core beliefs have returned in time to protect me. How sad that it took the loss of my dear and wonderful friend Angelique, to remind me that I am a true believer in God, and in his warmth I will find happiness once again.

I will miss our Angel, and her memory will be with me forever, and I will rejoice in her peace in heaven.. but only until I get there to tease her again with my jokes, and fattening recipes... folie à deux, the craziness shared by two people.

So here we are, nearing the end of these wonderful tributes to a Princess, a special friend, ..my dearest friend....

au revoir mon cher Angelique..... adieu

[carlo3b]

Angelique.. it appears you have left your mark on so many friends and family.. including your loving Freeper Family....

On our FreeRepublic Memorial Wall....
In our Freeper Picture Album....
A Few of FR's Finest....

This written tribute may have come to a close, but you will never be very far from our thoughts and prayers.... kiss... tears

[Dionysius]

Pour Angelique -- rest in peace, my sweet. Adieu.

[carlo3b]

This is dedicated to you dear girl..With our everlasting love and devotion from your fans. From your #1 fan.... ;)

[JulieRNR21]

Angelique has gone to heaven.

We all miss her beautiful Spirit.

[carlo3b]

Thank you dear girl for remembering her on this Holy Night, it is especially hard this Christmas to enjoy the holidays and the success of the Cookbook without the little one... I have to believe she is smiling and knows we miss her... :(

[JulieRNR21]

I believe that she is indeed smiling at the success of the Cookbook and that her Spirit is always close!

Mare is a friend of Angelique's from the Elian threads. She returned to FR this evening and asked me about Angelique so I directed her to this thread.

May God's Love comfort & bless you.

[f.Christian]

It´s over and done,
but the heartache lives on inside (yeah yeah)
and who is the one you´re clinging to,
instead of me tonight.

BRIDGE

And where are you now,
now that I need you,
tears on my pillow,
where ever you go go,
I´ll cry me a river
that´s leads to your ocean
you´ll never see me fall apart

CHORUS

In the words of a broken heart
it´s just emotions, taking me over,
caught up in a sorrow, lost in the song,
but if you don´t come back,
come home to me darling,
don´t you know there´s nobody
left in this world to hold me tight,
there´s nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight,
goodnight (4)

I´m there, at your side,
a part of all the things you are,
but you have a part of someone else,
you gotta go find your shinning star.

In the words of a broken heart
it´s just emotions, taking me over,
caught up in a sorrow, lost in the song,
but if you don´t come back,
come home to me darling,
don´t you know there´s nobody
left in this world to hold me tight,
there´s nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight,
goodnight

[carlo3b]

Yes my friend... I know that some nights can be so much longer than others... Talk to her, I know she does hear your words. Carlo

[f.Christian]

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[carlo3b]

It was 2 years ago tonight that we played all night on the threads, and on email trying to figure out what in the world we were going to do with all of these recipes.

You told me not to worry that we would find a way to put the book together and everything, and everyone would live happily ever after.

Well my dear sweet Angel, we got it half right. The Clinton Legacy Cookbook is finished, and many of our best friends have it, and love it of course.. Rest my pet, we haven't forgotten you for one single hour.. Sleep well my dear girl.. tears again.. Carlo

[carlo3b]

My dear girl, I send you another of our friends to play with.. Show Jayne around and make sure that she has plenty of laughs .. just like old times.. We miss you every day.. Remembering you.. HUGGGGGG

[carlo3b]

Thinking of you often dear sweet girl.. <3