dead, dead, dead
Instead of hosting friends and their adorable baby girl for the weekend, checking out all the new shops opening in Barryville, antiquing, and eating, eating, eating, Jeff and I are flying back to Ohio for the funeral of my grandfather. Not wholly unexpected but then, how much death could one expect in a season. Aren't these things suppose to happen in three's? Now THAT'S something to look forward to.

Not sure what to say. I do believe that deaths come in three, then someone usually loses a pet on top of it. Sorry I will miss you again this weekend as I will be in your town. Next time.
BEAU,
KEN JUST CALLED FROM WORK AND SAID POPPA T DIED. OH MY GOSH... I AM SO SORRY. HOPE TO BE ABLE TO VISIT WITH YOU AND JEFF A BIT.
LOVE YOU.
Sorry to hear about your grandfather, Beau, but Amber must have been lonely. Keep your chin up! Lovin' ya-
I'm sorry to hear about this, Beau. I echo Marianne.
Hi sweetie - sorry once again for your loss.
We missed you 2 last night @ the Gay Sullivan event, but suffice to say that you were well spoken of...
See you soon big guy.