I love my violin. And even though I have gotten worse over the years, have discontinued faithful practice, and have no desire or motivation to play very often, it is one thing that connects me with my childhood and allows me to enjoy my own company. Please put my violin in my coffin with me. Or burn me, and put my ashes in my violin, then sail me out to sea. Yeah, that would be better. Thanks, guys.
There. June is covered.
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Sarah and I read this together. We both miss you and your funnyness.
Done and done. (Do you think your immediate family will mind if I burst into their burial planning session and present them with your demands? Yeah, you're right, they won't mind at all. See you in a few months, friend.)
i suppose that i could push for that, while we are covering these types of things, are you wanting to be a organ donor? :) i actually had no clue you played the violin, wish you would bust it out sometime!
after we push you out to sea... can we shoot a flaming arrow at your violin?
miss you. and when i do see you, i'd like to hear that violin played by you. for real. no joke. i'm not going to forget
hey man,
I was lucky enough to hear you play a little, and I know that that makes me extremely privileged compared to all the people who want to hear you play that never will. Ha! suckers!
Compared to Ben I feel even MORE extremely privileged! I got to play WITH you by a fire and in the cafeteria and in the boys' village. HAHAHAHA Oh I miss camp. And watching you chase deer in the field...that was good too.
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