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From: Ron L.
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Remote Name: 12.233.11.7
Date: 05-Oct-2002
Time: 07:59 PM
Stunned and shaken, someone said: "He don't live here no more".
More than anything, Mickey Newbury validated my feelings about life and love and made me a better human being. To meet him was an pleasure, to get to know him was an honor, and to be his friend is beyond words.
Yes, I will miss that evil laugh and that gift to make you feel so special and the courage he had when he said I feel "just f-i-i-ne" when you knew he didn't. I will miss the smile on my face as he told one of his "shaggy hog" stories. It was always hard for him to breathe and sometimes it was hard for you to breathe when he sang a song FOR YOU over the phone. You know he told me to roll tape on him and not tell him. I never could could do that. I do have 3 and a half hours with him "on the record" which I will be sharing much with you, I hope,in the very near future.
I will share this one moment that I don't think he would mind my telling":
Mickey: "You know, Ron, I can't cry" Ron: "Really" Mickey: "Nope, I'll go 2 or 3 years and then one night there'll be a river of tears". Ron: "That's kinda sad." Mickey" "yeah it is"(long pause)...........but in between come the songs"
This afternoon, we had to drive to Tracy about 50 miles from here in the San Joaquin Valley to get another dog.(be sure and ask Dave about the lyons' dog stories. He'll be happy to tell you.) At 2, I excused myself and went to the car. The Valley in that area still has some wide open spaces and as the wind blew through the Eucalyptus trees, the "big blue marble" kept turning as all of our spirits joined his and Jonmark's song served as our anthem.
All of you have helped ease my sadness by seeing my own feelings echo from the porch rafters. Susan, Laura Shayne, and Leah's posting have been so soothing and sharing them has been such a blessing.
The body is gone. The spirit will never be gone. It's always going to be there in the woman he loved and the children he cherished.
For us, his friends; it will always be there in our memories and it will always be there as long as songs are sung and played.
I love you, Mickey.
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