Nelson’s Balcony was his pride and joy; filled with medical crosses and sunshine, even on a cloudy day.
We think that he would approve of us putting a bench up there so people who are grieving the loss of a loved one can come and share in the peace and tranquility.
So you are Invited to share this special place. Bring flowers, talk to your loved ones or about them.
Share them, share their memories, or just let them know you miss them at the special times in your life.
And don’t forget if you are passing through; bring a smoke in for Nelson (it is his balcony after all!)
An old AFN member once said if we smoke enough, Nelson will be able to SMELL it.
We believe if we smoke up enough he will be able to SEE it!
The other site is still up; and honestly still figuring out the final destination for it. As long as we can afford to keep it up and running in the mean time, we won’t tank it, I just can’t afford to pay the bills for everything.
I’ve just been over to have a look @krug …to see if we cut and copy some of the important stuff over…but I think it would be copying text…without the original posters identity..
Go have a look from page 1....straight cut and copy would probably lose context..
A few years ago. He and Root asked me if it would be weird if they could take a trip out to the little town I moved to in Colorado and look at houses, since I had just fallen in love with it so much and had talked it up so much. And I said “well, you’re a grown man, I don’t think I could stop you?”
They ended buying the house LITERALLY RIGHT across the street from mine, like I open my door and could throw a rock nearly straight forward across the street to his door
I don’t have any family in Colorado and honestly I don’t make friends very easy (I’m a lone wolf. A pack of one.) And when I went through my divorce, I had temporary full guardianship of my kids for about 6 months while things got figured out. I didn’t have anyone to watch them and I was living on this pot farm outside of Pueblo.
Eekman offered to drive there, about a 40 minute drive each way, every single day, and he’d watch my kids for me at the house I had on the farm. He would bring educational kid books, helped both my kids with their reading, how to write, how to do math, etc.) I kept trying to give him money for his gas and time, and he refused me every time. He loved them so much. He told me his daughter was a lesbian and his son would probably never bare children, so his shot at grandkids was pretty slim. So he and root asked if they could be grandparents to my kids. They bought them thousands of dollars worth of toys and spoiled the shit out of them. One day I show up to his yard with an above ground pool for the kids (like one of those bigger ones that you actually need a ladder to get in and out of.)
Just a wonderful human being. Both him and Root. I think she’s still there in that town, I haven’t been back there in a few years since I moved.