Is There Someone You Wish You Could....

OneEyedDiva

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See or talk to again? I've been uploading photos into my Google photo album for years. I came across this picture of Bill the other day. We were both 18 and worked at Korvettes. He worked in housewares and I in toys, right across from housewares. When he first started he would always come and ask me questions about housewares. And I'd always say why are you asking me; I work in toys?! That would make him laugh. We became fast friends and went to lunch sometimes. One day I got the feeling our server wasn't happy about what he must've thought was an interracial couple because his demeanor was different with me and my food wasn't served properly. Bill told me to send it back so it could be done right. I didn't know anything about eating at a restaurant back then, thus that I could send my order back. My mother was a fabulous cook and we never ate out unless it was at a church function or we were at an amusement park

I had gotten into a car accident and my leg was heavily bandaged. Shortly after the accident, he was hosting a party at his house...I think it was for his girlfriend's birthday. Even though I was all bandaged up, he told me he wanted me there and sent two of his friends to pick me up. We all had a nice time and he made sure I got home safely. Thinking of Bill brings back such good memories. I also found a note he had written to me saying to use his picture to patch a hole or something because it was a bad picture (Not!) also that I was special. He asked that I never forget him because he would never forget me, our lunch breaks and the fun we had. I sure wish I could see him, talk with him or connect with him on Facebook because I'll never forget him either. Unfortunately, I did forget Bill's last name so reconnecting will never happen. Only showing half his face out of respect for his privacy. Some people do not like the idea of showing up on social media. But he sure was adorable. So...who do you wish you could reconnect with?

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I would love to have a cup of coffee and a long chat with my old friend and mentor Chief Warrant Officer Leach. I was stationed with him many times and benefitted immensely from his wisdom. As a Seaman, I worked for him at a small station in Washington State, and from there we went to Sister Ships out of Norfolk, VA. Later in my career when I was a Chief Petty Officer, and he was a Chief Warrant Officer, I worked for him for several months on Okinawa. Then when I made Warrant Officer, I went back to Okinawa as his relief. A few years later we were both stationed in Southern Spain and lived across the street from each other.

I drank a lot of stale (over 12 hours on the burner) coffee and some excellent wine with that fine gentleman. I was able to visit him several times after he retired from the Navy, and he sailed out to Hawaii when I was stationed there in the late 1980's. Helen was charmed by the man and his stories about prospecting for Gold in California and Alaska.

When his wife died, he moved to Alaska and became a Bush Pilot in order to get into the back country where he had his claim. At some point, his plane went down and his body was never recovered.

A cup of his bad coffee and a long chat would work wonders for me. And maybe we could even find some of that excellent Spanish Fino to substitute in place of his coffee, or maybe some good sangria.
 
I would love to have a cup of coffee and a long chat with my old friend and mentor Chief Warrant Officer Leach. I was stationed with him many times and benefitted immensely from his wisdom. As a Seaman, I worked for him at a small station in Washington State, and from there we went to Sister Ships out of Norfolk, VA. Later in my career when I was a Chief Petty Officer, and he was a Chief Warrant Officer, I worked for him for several months on Okinawa. Then when I made Warrant Officer, I went back to Okinawa as his relief. A few years later we were both stationed in Southern Spain and lived across the street from each other.

I drank a lot of stale (over 12 hours on the burner) coffee and some excellent wine with that fine gentleman. I was able to visit him several times after he retired from the Navy, and he sailed out to Hawaii when I was stationed there in the late 1980's. Helen was charmed by the man and his stories about prospecting for Gold in California and Alaska.

When his wife died, he moved to Alaska and became a Bush Pilot in order to get into the back country where he had his claim. At some point, his plane went down and his body was never recovered.

A cup of his bad coffee and a long chat would work wonders for me. And maybe we could even find some of that excellent Spanish Fino to substitute in place of his coffee, or maybe some good sangria.

Leach sounds like a man I would want to be with! I used to prospect in Alaska too! Just because he's not here in body, doesn't mean he doesn't come to visit you! I realize now there is no death; only a vibrational change. He knows when you think of him.
He sounds like a great man and a good friend! It's so nice you have a gratitude for wonderful memories.
 
My mom. She died in 1999 and had a lot of issues for many years and suffered from depression. I held it against her for a very long time because I could never let go thinking of her as my "mom" instead of a human being. I want so much to talk to her now and tell her how much I love her and now understand her issues.
 
See or talk to again? I've been uploading photos into my Google photo album for years. I came across this picture of Bill the other day. We were both 18 and worked at Korvettes. He worked in housewares and I in toys, right across from housewares. When he first started he would always come and ask me questions about housewares. And I'd always say why are you asking me; I work in toys?! That would make him laugh. We became fast friends and went to lunch sometimes. One day I got the feeling our server wasn't happy about what he must've thought was an interracial couple because his demeanor was different with me and my food wasn't served properly. Bill told me to send it back so it could be done right. I didn't know anything about eating at a restaurant back then, thus that I could send my order back. My mother was a fabulous cook and we never ate out unless it was at a church function or we were at an amusement park

I had gotten into a car accident and my leg was heavily bandaged. Shortly after the accident, he was hosting a party at his house...I think it was for his girlfriend's birthday. Even though I was all bandaged up, he told me he wanted me there and sent two of his friends to pick me up. We all had a nice time and he made sure I got home safely. Thinking of Bill brings back such good memories. I also found a note he had written to me saying to use his picture to patch a hole or something because it was a bad picture (Not!) also that I was special. He asked that I never forget him because he would never forget me, our lunch breaks and the fun we had. I sure wish I could see him, talk with him or connect with him on Facebook because I'll never forget him either. Unfortunately, I did forget Bill's last name so reconnecting will never happen. Only showing half his face out of respect for his privacy. Some people do not like the idea of showing up on social media. But he sure was adorable. So...who do you wish you could reconnect with?

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:ROFLMAO: "Wear a mask. Slow the spread." :ROFLMAO:
 
See or talk to again? I've been uploading photos into my Google photo album for years. I came across this picture of Bill the other day. We were both 18 and worked at Korvettes. He worked in housewares and I in toys, right across from housewares. When he first started he would always come and ask me questions about housewares. And I'd always say why are you asking me; I work in toys?! That would make him laugh. We became fast friends and went to lunch sometimes. One day I got the feeling our server wasn't happy about what he must've thought was an interracial couple because his demeanor was different with me and my food wasn't served properly. Bill told me to send it back so it could be done right. I didn't know anything about eating at a restaurant back then, thus that I could send my order back. My mother was a fabulous cook and we never ate out unless it was at a church function or we were at an amusement park

I had gotten into a car accident and my leg was heavily bandaged. Shortly after the accident, he was hosting a party at his house...I think it was for his girlfriend's birthday. Even though I was all bandaged up, he told me he wanted me there and sent two of his friends to pick me up. We all had a nice time and he made sure I got home safely. Thinking of Bill brings back such good memories. I also found a note he had written to me saying to use his picture to patch a hole or something because it was a bad picture (Not!) also that I was special. He asked that I never forget him because he would never forget me, our lunch breaks and the fun we had. I sure wish I could see him, talk with him or connect with him on Facebook because I'll never forget him either. Unfortunately, I did forget Bill's last name so reconnecting will never happen. Only showing half his face out of respect for his privacy. Some people do not like the idea of showing up on social media. But he sure was adorable. So...who do you wish you could reconnect with?

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You had a good friend and one worthy of being fondly remembered after all these years. Great memories like this sustain us as we go through life, especially when we hit a rough patch.
 
My grandma. My mom's mother. She was the only one who I believe ever truly loved me & accepted me the way I was without judgement. She was my bestie when she died.
 
My mom and Dad. Up until a few weeks before they passed away I asked there opinions and guidance on just about anything in my life,big or small. I'd ask them how I'm doing navigating through life without them and I would want to know if they are really happy where they are now. The answer to that would bring me great comfort.
 
Leach sounds like a man I would want to be with! I used to prospect in Alaska too! Just because he's not here in body, doesn't mean he doesn't come to visit you! I realize now there is no death; only a vibrational change. He knows when you think of him.
He sounds like a great man and a good friend! It's so nice you have a gratitude for wonderful memories.
Gaer,
I think that you would have really liked him. He had some superb qualities:

- He put his wife on a pedestal and treated her like gold her entire life. She was quite a gal and he knew it.
- He was fierce in defense of his juniors, when the system threatened to mistreatment them. That called for War.
- He was in fact a Genius with an IQ close to 150, and he was interested in everything.
- His house was often like a science lab. When transistor technology first became available, he did not wait for commercial stereos to be available. He bought individual components, designed his own circuitry and built his own high performance stereo, which remained an insulated mass of wires and components inside a cardboard box for several months. (Slightly trying the patience of his wife.)
- He was a Master Craftsman and some of the things he built included: a beautiful wooden speedboat that looked like a piece of fine furniture when he finished, and ultralight plane (He shipped all the parts he needed to his duty station in Spain, but the Spanish would not give him permission to fly it, so it went back into the boxes until he returned to the states.)
- He loved to experiment with a wide range of things: On one visit, I found that he had just finished building a crossbow that used an actual car spring. He had build a cocking mechanism capable of pulling back 1000 pounds of pressure and he had built a trigger mechanism that could hold that pressure. When we took it out to test fire it, it propelled a half inch thick one foot long solid aluminum rod tumbling through a tightly pack bale of hay. Unfortunately, stabilizing that rod in flight stumped him. Something like that could demolish an engine block, the bale of hay, ...... well it did not remain a bale.
- He lived on the edge and enjoyed what he called the "pucker factor" when things got dangerous. When diving off Okinawa, he was known to push the safety limits so bad that fellow divers refused to go down with him. Without much experience, he and one of his sons sailed a small boat from the West Coast to Hawaii, where they sold the boat and flew home after the adventure. Learning how to navigate, well not a problem for him.
- There were points where his Navy Career suffered because he was so damn stubborn. His brilliance always rescued him.

He thought that James Bond was a "wuss." So it did not greatly surprise me that he "died with his boots on" flying into the back country of Alaska during questionable weather. That was just him, and I really miss him.

So Gaer, if you could live with a guy like that, grit your teeth when he threw caution to the wind, understand a man who could get hopelessly focused on a project and work on it day and night until it was finished, and still drink bad coffee with him, then he would have been a match for you.
 
I took the question as one about someone who may still be alive instead of ones who had passed away we'd like to see or speak to.

For me there are two women I'd like to talk to. The one who really changed my life and got me going on the path I am now. I lost contact with her and never had really good contact information to find her again. The second is my last girlfriend before meeting my current wife and getting married again.
 
Gaer,
I think that you would have really liked him. He had some superb qualities:

- He put his wife on a pedestal and treated her like gold her entire life. She was quite a gal and he knew it.
- He was fierce in defense of his juniors, when the system threatened to mistreatment them. That called for War.
- He was in fact a Genius with an IQ close to 150, and he was interested in everything.
- His house was often like a science lab. When transistor technology first became available, he did not wait for commercial stereos to be available. He bought individual components, designed his own circuitry and built his own high performance stereo, which remained an insulated mass of wires and components inside a cardboard box for several months. (Slightly trying the patience of his wife.)
- He was a Master Craftsman and some of the things he built included: a beautiful wooden speedboat that looked like a piece of fine furniture when he finished, and ultralight plane (He shipped all the parts he needed to his duty station in Spain, but the Spanish would not give him permission to fly it, so it went back into the boxes until he returned to the states.)
- He loved to experiment with a wide range of things: On one visit, I found that he had just finished building a crossbow that used an actual car spring. He had build a cocking mechanism capable of pulling back 1000 pounds of pressure and he had built a trigger mechanism that could hold that pressure. When we took it out to test fire it, it propelled a half inch thick one foot long solid aluminum rod tumbling through a tightly pack bale of hay. Unfortunately, stabilizing that rod in flight stumped him. Something like that could demolish an engine block, the bale of hay, ...... well it did not remain a bale.
- He lived on the edge and enjoyed what he called the "pucker factor" when things got dangerous. When diving off Okinawa, he was known to push the safety limits so bad that fellow divers refused to go down with him. Without much experience, he and one of his sons sailed a small boat from the West Coast to Hawaii, where they sold the boat and flew home after the adventure. Learning how to navigate, well not a problem for him.
- There were points where his Navy Career suffered because he was so damn stubborn. His brilliance always rescued him.

He thought that James Bond was a "wuss." So it did not greatly surprise me that he "died with his boots on" flying into the back country of Alaska during questionable weather. That was just him, and I really miss him.

So Gaer, if you could live with a guy like that, grit your teeth when he threw caution to the wind, understand a man who could get hopelessly focused on a project and work on it day and night until it was finished, and still drink bad coffee with him, then he would have been a match for you.
The last sentence sounds more like ME. (lose track of time when I sculpt) Guess He would have been a perfect match. Don't think men like that exist anymore. (Men who breathe the wild air). Might still be a few in the wilds of Alaska. Oh well!
 


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