what a tribute again in such apt dramatic fashion, yet fashioned for the simple, honest beginnings and endings of Doug…being married to this train-lover in all its forms, steam engines, freight haulers, double-car containers, he knew them all, and he’ll be roaring through crossed treastles every time a faint whisper becomes a roar as it nears us, as we wait and wonder at it’s passing.
Peter could not have given me a more wonderful passage, inspired by late thoughts of
Doug knowing he was encompassing us all into his memoirs at the last moment to bear witness to us how to behave without bitterness and to embrace life while on earth to its fullest. I shall replay this for both Peter’s sake and
Doug’s also…thank you Peter from your mom’s heart.
what a tribute again in such apt dramatic fashion, yet fashioned for the simple, honest beginnings and endings of Doug…being married to this train-lover in all its forms, steam engines, freight haulers, double-car containers, he knew them all, and he’ll be roaring through crossed treastles every time a faint whisper becomes a roar as it nears us, as we wait and wonder at it’s passing.
Peter could not have given me a more wonderful passage, inspired by late thoughts of
Doug knowing he was encompassing us all into his memoirs at the last moment to bear witness to us how to behave without bitterness and to embrace life while on earth to its fullest. I shall replay this for both Peter’s sake and
Doug’s also…thank you Peter from your mom’s heart.