Posted on 09/28/2002 5:24:55 PM PDT by carlo3b
au revoir mon cher AngeliqueI 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
It already does, with the sunrise
Now you may miss her.
Life is an emptier place for you in her absence.
Completely understandable; as, you loved her.
I'm not an overly spiritual man; however, there're some promises He has made to us all you must take solice in at a time like this.
You will see Angelique, again.
He never lied, either. Ever.
Angelique awaits all who loved her.
...& that's just a fact.
..something to live for...tears again, thank you dear friend.
That's exactly right, carlo; to live for.
"...tears again, thank you dear friend."
Next tears you're going to have will be ones of joy when you your eyes meet her's.
Trust me.
And thank you.
...for reminding me of what I am a part of, OK?
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "This kid is driving me CRAZY!"
But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. he grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!
But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
The boy grew. he grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!
But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town.
But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You better come see because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always....
But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick.
The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My Mommy you'll be.
When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping.
He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
by Robert Munsch
I believe Jeff, He was with her until the last breath, and that he then carried her with Him to a better place...
Footprints in the Sand
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it. "LORD, You said that once I decided to follow you, You would walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times of my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed You most You would leave me."
The LORD replied, "My son, My precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
Author: Margaret Fishback Powers
FR has sent a sweet French angel to Heaven to watch over us. Be well, be happy, dear Angelique, and thank you for leaving a part of yourself here on FReeRepublic.
To: stanz
Easy Hot and Sour Soup, and Tempura Shrimp, sweet and sour is our dinner tonight...lets live a little....LOL75 Posted on 04/20/2001 12:47:51 PDT by carlo3b
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To: carlo3b, stanz, HowieEasy Hot and Sour Soup, and Tempura Shrimp, sweet and sour is our dinner tonight...lets live a little....LOL
Chef Carlo, remember to keep your tempura batter bowl submerged in ice water. I must say, however, that this is not really living! We are having Squirrel Tempura, red that is, and our Hot and Sour Soup dried mushrooms were steamed in the dishwasher. Ha!
76 Posted on 04/20/2001 13:46:01 PDT by Angelique
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To: AngeliqueHmmm, that sounds good. I was just fixin' up some armadillo-crawfish almondine on the half-shell...with drawn butter.
77 Posted on 04/20/2001 16:56:58 PDT by piasa
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To: piasaOh! To die for! Never thought of the drawn butter. We always dip ours in Crisco with a hint of basil.
78 Posted on 04/20/2001 17:23:55 PDT by Angelique
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To: AngeliqueSo long as it is the butter-flavored Crisco...or Crisco that has been previously used to fry chicken gizzards and still has inclusions of cracklins. The plain stuff just won't do.
79 Posted on 04/20/2001 20:23:56 PDT by piasa
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To: carlo3bWhat, no mention of Sore Boozerman and his 40-lb post-defeat weight gain?
80 Posted on 04/20/2001 20:26:05 PDT by piasa
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To: piasa...or Crisco that has been previously used to fry chicken gizzards and still has inclusions of cracklins.
Thanks for the tip! We have always saved that for our toast in the morning.
82 Posted on 04/21/2001 07:54:50 PDT by Angelique
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Thank you so very much, and I will whisper your kindness to her when I say my prayers.
I share your tears...
I believe in my heart my dearest friend, you are communicating with her right here. At least I am not taking any chances, look what could happen;
To: SierraWasp"....and his stooooopid Repellican lackies!!!"
Why are we such wusses? Let's get rid of the jellyfish. Evidently, the libs know how to cook 'em.
22 posted on 7/7/02 8:11 PM Central by Angelique
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I will be sure to pass on your comments to her family, and thank you wholeheartedly for your support...
Oh yes, the band of gypsies, how could we forget? So funny!
Angelique had a raspy voice on the phone. She would get on a roll and we'd start laughing and joking around, and she'd start laughing and laughing. That raspy voice was so funny. It was not unusal for us to call each other and say, "Did you see the tread on ............." Then I'd say, "So and so said this, and so and so said that." And she'd laugh!!!!
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