Wat made u think I’z gonna do anything diffrent outside ?
awtside iz nawt sew grate akshully.
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On July 27th Matt, Elsa_Mama’s 14 year old son, lost his 10 month fight aganst leukaemia. Throughout this time Elsa_Mama, and Matt, showed great strength and dignity, kept strong by their faith.
Elsa_Mama sought light relief in ICHC, and we took her to our hearts and many of us cried with her when we heard of Matt’s passing.
A funeral mass is being held for Matt just about now. As so few of us can be there in person, I propose we show our respects on this LOL.
Please post an empty comment, or just the name “Matt”, for the first 2 minutes of the LOL.
After that, the Burfdai Fairy and CweenMJ have provided balloons for you to write a message on and release. Elsa_Mama knows we are doing this and I hope it gives her some comfort at this difficult time.
also, boomer, the younger brother of Chessie, our cute sleeping railroad cat cheezpeep, passed away on wednesday. perhaps we can send up a few balloons for him too; i’m sure matt wouldn’t mind sharing.
{{{{{lunarmommy, boomer, & famblee}}}}}
(oh, in cayse i did not splain qwite cleerly (iz too erly to be gud wif wurds), Chessie iz a Cheezpeep hooz abatar iz taht kyoot sleeping raylroad kitteh. Boomer wuz her baby (human) bruvver. lunarmommy iz not a morning purrson, an it iz very erly (for me, anyway) heer.)
Good thing I didn’t release the catnip-scented balloon for him, then.
I totally misunderstood.
{{{{{Chessie}}}}} I’m so sorry for your loss!
Me too!
(more cleerifying
i dont know if Boomer wuz a baby az such, just taht Chessie callded him her baby bruvver in her post abowt him)
(sorry to be messing dis up so much, been up all night, long story)
{{{{{Lunarmommy}}}}} It’s ok. We awl lubs u – and u izzint messin up.
U iz tired & emoshunul & dere iz nuffin rong wif eever uv doze.
Iz hard to say how old he mite be. I’z ober 50 an I’z still teh *baby sister* in my fambly. Love and comfort to u, too, Chessie in ur loss. {{{{{{{Chessie}}}}}}}
I hear that — once teh babee, alwayz teh babee.
{{{{{Chessie}}}}}
{{{{{Elsa-Mama}}}}}
Dats wut mai babeh scissor sez, adn herz 50.
he was 41
{{{LM}}} Iz okay, Ifinkso nun uf us thinkin so clearly this mornin. ifinkso all our thougths bii wif E_M an now Chessie. I kan’t imagine their heartach. *Wipes leaky eyes*
Matt
{{Chessie}}
{{{{{{{{{{Chessie}}}}}}}}}}
Matt
On behalf of Upfi
{{{{MATT}}}}
(west coast, sorry to be late)
matt
On behalf of Tidmum and the tiddly peeps
Matt
Matt
Matt
this is dedicated to Matt: a 14yr old singing “Make Me a Channel of Your Peace” (singing starts ~2:30)
*leekee iiz*
try to ignore the annoying chatter on the videos.
[lyrics in Latin, and one English translation of "Pie Jesu"]
Pie Jesu, Pie Jesu,
Pie Jesu, Pie Jesu,
Qui tollis peccata mundi;
Dona eis requiem,
Dona eis requiem.
Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei,
Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei,
Qui tollis peccata mundi;
Dona eis requiem,
Dona eis requiem.
Sempiternam, sempiternam requiem.
Lord, have mercy,
Lord, have mercy,
You who take away the sins of the world;
Grant them peace,
Grant them peace.
Lamb of God, Lamb of God,
Lamb of God, Lamb of God,
You who take away the sins of the world;
Grant them peace,
Grant them peace.
Peace everlasting, everlasting.
Thanks!! Mii, gud Cat o-lick, cuddn’t recognize lyricks by eer!
Izn’t dis teh boi whu won wif “Nessum dorma”?
Sounz liek woman, still.
No. Ai wuz rong (!!!)
Amung otters, Nessum Dorma wuz sung bie Gregg Pritchard, counter-tenor.
Very beautiful – Faure Requiem – Pie Jesu Domine’
Matt
{}
Matt
Matt
Boomer
{{{Elsa’s_Mama}}} sending you prayers for loving comfort.
.
Pls tew noes iz ok to greev.
Boomer
*selects blue and silver balloons and sends them soaring*
♥ Be at peace Matt, rest ♥
Well and know that your
♥ Courage was inspiring ♥
Boomer
Matt
Boomer
Matt
{{E-M}}
{{Matt}}
Knowing that Matt loved both music and sports, I’m sure my Daddy has gently taken Matt under his (angel)wing in Heaven.
We love you, Elsa_Mama & we all grieve the loss of your wonderful young man.
*releases a shimmery silver balloon that softly plays music*
Ai noes Cattails sending bloons foar Elsa_Mama foar Matt.
(by request of Dragonwriter observing elsewhere)
Matt
Know you were loved
Know you inspired
*LCB holds 3 bloons in jewel tones (whut else?): purple, blue and green. They have dangly strings at the end to flutter in the wind for Boomer and all the other meadow kittehs to chase. Each bloon is marked in shiny gold marker with abilities that she most admires in peeps and that Elsa_Mama and her Matt displayed. One says “Love”, one says “Strength” and one says “Compassion”. They all have “Laughter” written on them in shiny silver marker. With a smile on her face and a tear in her eye, she releases them and watches as they float over the meadow to mingle and play with all the others.*
*releases shninee cerulean baloon whif Shrimp!! in pink onnit fr all da meadow kittehs*
all teh best fur da kittehs: dangly, shiney, adn schemelly/tastee.
*notices lil kitteh spirit danzing *
ohnoooooooooooooooes! teh spirut 0 jamammakitty is keeping da italicks on wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Mamakitty dansing in teh italiks!!! It makes me laff – eben at this sad moment!!
**releases red an bloo balloons**
Matt, rest in peace, enjoy heaven, do well whatever job you were called away from here for, and please watch over your Mama.
MATT
MATT
Boomer
Matt
*Selects white balloons*
You were your mothers angel on earth, now you are one in heaven.
I release two rainbow coloured balloons and they float higher and higher until they become stars, one for Matt and one for Boomer.
*takes a big shiny blue balloon an writes wif gold marker: Matt, I hope you know how proud your momma is of you and how much she loves you. I hope she can feel how much you loved her too as you go on to the next part of your great adventure*
*takes a big shiny yellow balloon an writes wif a shiny blue marker: Boomer, your big sister loves you very much. Please let her know of your love even though you can’t be with her any more*
*releases balloons, watches tehm float up into the beams of sunshine over the meadow*
(not mean to write “loveD” on Matt’s balloon; i beleeve him still loves hiz momma an will foreber)
{{{{{Boomer & Chessie}}}}}
Matt
Boomer
on behalf of the menagerie
Matt
picks purplol and gold balloloons
.
.
Matt, thank you for touching so many lives. It is a lesson to us that we may never realize the impact we are having upon those around us, and an inspiration to us to strive to be the best and most loving that we can be.
.
Fanque, Elsa’s Mama, fur sharin your sun’s expereens, an lettin us enkuraj and laff and hoaps and criis wif yew.
.
An Boomer, fankq fur sharin yr wundermaus kitteh life wif us hairless pinx monkees.
Ooops… forgive my misunderstanding, Boomer… and thank you for being a good baby brother.
Matt
♫♪♫♪
Ai sen teh bloonz liek a symfonee skor.
♫♪♫♪
Boomer
*takes silver balloon and writes with blue marker* May you find peace and may your memory live on in the ones you left behind *lets go of balloon and watches it float to the sky*
*takes KLWU’s paw adn watches bloon flote hiyer n hiyer*
When I was Matt’s age, my “best friend forever” passed away from leukemia. It was such a gift to know him. He always helped me remember what is precious in this life.
.
*remembers*
{{fuzz}} *puts hand on fuzz shoulder*
{{{{fuzz}}}} They ar never reelee gone az long az we remember them. We carry them in ar harts.
*squeeze*
when my momma was 14, her BFF died from teh leukemia too. this wuz in the erly 1950′s, wen there wuz nothing they could do abowt it. they can do a lot more now, but sadly, not enough.
*picks a balloon shaped like a basketballol and ties a note to the string Dear Matt, your momma loves you very much, and you will be in her heart every day*
*picks a long balloon twisted to look like a dachsund and ties a note around his neck Dear Boomer, you left our party so soon. Everyone will miss you*
*releases balloons*
Picks two White Dove shaped Balloons, with long silver ribbons. writes MATT on one and BOOMER on the other in Blue ink. and lets them float away.
Ai sinds bloons uv teh raynbo foar Matt as teh hevens hab teh raynbo wif sparklees 2 catch teh lite. Teh lite 2 sho Matt’s brabery, compashun, an luv. Wif a brite sky an a warm wind 2 sind teh luv foar Elsa_Mama {{{{Elsa_Mama & fambly}}}}
*Picks a red balloon wif shiny silver string*
Boomer, play in the meadow an be free. Remember to visit your momma an sister in there dreams.
*Cattails holds onto a balloon. The wind is blowing here and the balloon is tugging at the ribbon bobbing and swooping trying to pull free. Cattails lets go of teh ribbon and the balloon dips low, then starts to climb, dancing and swirling gaily in teh breeze rising higher and higher. Cattails watches as it frolics freely in the wind flying this way and that as it makes its way to a new and wonderful place. At last teh tiny speck that is teh balloon disappears in teh glint of the sun.* {{{{{{{Elsa_Mama foar Matt}}}}}}}
Ai luvz awl dese bloons. Ai kan See them floatin and risin!
*Sends up two sunny yellow balloons for Matt and Boomer*
“May the sun shine again very soon in the hearts of those who loved you”
ξ A shinee golden baloon fur Matt, luking SUMWHAT laik a saxamafone
Itt awlso haz a long, curlee string so teh Meddow kittehs can hav fun chasing it az teh jentle warm breezes waft teh bloon to and fro.
@ A fat red bloon fur Boomer – haz a long string wif littlol bows.
φ An this funnee luking bloon – a beyootiful shayde of forest green, iz filled wif luving thots fur awl in teh Meddow. Wehn teh kittehs catch teh bloon wif thier pointy endz, teh bloon will releese teh thots – an they will fly around teh meddow, gliding an glinting in teh sun – an awl will know we hav not furgotten them.
Picks multicolor balloons
@ Ф φ ς @ φ ς @
Matt may you rest in peace and know you touched so many lives.
Elsa’s Mama, be comforted by the love, laughter and memories you shared with Matt, and knowing that he is at peace and no longer suffering.
Boomer, you were much loved and can now enjoy paying in the meadow
*hoalding a beeg bookay ob mennee-cullerd wildflours, awn wich ar purchd mennee Monarch flutterbais – wun foar eech yeer ob Matt’s an Boomer’s too-short lives*
Ai sending dese up to yu boaf – dey carrees owr luv on der wings, an owr grate gratitood foar teh preshiss tiem yu spent wif us in dis lief.
*teh flutterbais lift awf in a gentil clowd, sircling teh watchin Cheezfrends an teh meddo at furst, den spyrilling hyer an hyer, until dey ar gon frum site intu teh cleer bloo hevvins*
Matt
.
Chessie’s brother
*Sinds bloons uv danglee freads an dey ar brite & shinee* Ai sinds bloons uv bloo uv teh heben foar Boomer. Gib a snorglol in teh hart uv mama & sister an watch form teh bridj.
Matt,
Thanks for touching our lives.
*releases a cornflower blue balloon for Boomer*
Picks several balloons in shades of green: grass, pine trees, maples, oaks, birches. Knots their multi-colored strings together and ties on an oak-tag card on which is written: Matt
Lets them go, to float over the Meadow
*sends up three rainbow balloons, one for Matt, one for Boomer, and one in honor of Charlie Walker (a co-worker who passed away on Thursday)*
“May your memories keep the color in the lives of everyone who knew you.”
*releesis a berri berri shinee yello bawoon wif purplol writins onnit. Itza parafrazed quote from Dr.Seuss:*
“Don’t hazz a sad b’cuz he’s gon,
Bee happitayl b’cuz he libbed!”
{{{{Elsa_Mama+Matt}}}} *schmooooz adn hugz*
Oooh – dat beez a bery niec sentiment, elainet. *sniff*
I send heart-shaped ballons of all different colours, bearing the words:
“He who saves a single life, saves the entire World”
If you can, please be a blood donor/join the bone marrow register/carry an organ donor card. A bone marrow match had been found for Matt, but he was too sick to receive it. Another Cheezpeep is well on the road to recovery, having had a bone marrow transplant.
*Attaches balloons to cheezfrends’ heartstrings before releasing them*
*feels the tug on her heartstrings*
Me too!!!
Well said Ambercat
pea ess: re organ donor cards/stickers on driver’s license- make sure your loved ones/keepers know your wishes regarding organ donation, because IIRC they decide in your stead and must give permission, even with the card in your possession.
Laws vary from state to state — here in OR it is now printed permanently on the license, and state statute says it does not require the permission of anyone else. But it’s still a good idea to tell your decision-makers.
ooh, i yam rilly liking OR statutes. Do they have a statute of a lolophant that looks just like a real…oh wait… nebbermind…
Donut furget dat yew can donates plasma tew… up tew twys a week week week! Dis beh the nessissississary tew makes sum lyfsabin medisinz.
Gremlin asked me to post this but it’s being moderated
h t t p://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xF4UZppqbo
(this may end up posting twice – sorry Gremlin)
oh, i’z glad you fownd taht, i went bakk looking for it an culdnt find it!
Ai wuz luukin fur it tu! Fanks kvnsgrrl!
i poste’d a version ^^ up there. noet to grmelin- see, the tendrils occasionally do teh nice thing!
{{{{{{{Chopp’d Livh Grrrl}}}}}} Ai wuz hopeing yoo wud do that!!
Troolee Tender Tendrils – yoo can haz them!
*takes a heart-shaped balloon the colour of bright summer sky, and writes Matt’s name on one side, Elsa-Mama’s on the other, in shiny silver*
*touches her cheek to take a tear on her fingertip, and touches it to the balloon, before sending it aloft and watching it vanish into the heavens*
*releases a whole cascade of smaller balloons of many colours, all dangling streamers with catnip toys and jingly balls and treats, to drift across the Meadow, to amuse all the kitties who left behind a hole in the lives of grieving humans and all the kitties who never found their forever family while on Earth*
*takes a heart-shaped balloon the colour of the sun, and writes Boomer’s and Chessie’s names on either side in deep blue, with silver hearts and multicoloured rainbows around them*
*adds a tear from her other cheek*
*releases the balloon to dance free into the sky, ever upwards until it can no longer be seen*
*Selects a sky-blue bloon and writes “Boomer” onnit with white marker and draws stars in various magnitudes. Releases it with a loving thought for our Chessie.*
On behalf ov gibbocat
Matt
Matt and E_M
{{{{{Elsa_Mama, hur famblee, & awl teh pplz dat luvved Matt}}}}}
{{{{{Chessie, hur famblee, & awl teh pplz dat luvved Boomer}}}}}
{{{{{Cheezpeeps}}}}}
*squeeeeeeezes* fur awl teh Failpeeps dat came ober heer to participate in teh tribyoot.
I’m going back to bed, but I’ll check back in later.
*is very happy to be part of this community of kind, loving people*
O {{{{nightshayde}}} O {{{{cheezpeeps}}}} Ai cant tawk rite nao. Sush lub foar eech uvver! Sush caer! Mai eye…dey hurt an leeky. Ai sawry…ai gawta go….so sad foar so yung.
{{{{{KCT}}}}} {{{{{Cheezefrends}}}}}
Nity nite nightshayde. Haz sweet dreams.
Wut hur sayed. {{nightshayde}}
**luuks awl arown at teh balloloon filled sky, an awl teh hart kittehz an goggies playing wif teh strings**
Aifinkso the ammimols are speshulle happee tudai, day muss know they are gettin two new watchman halpers!
Thank you, Failpeeps, for joining us. *huge squeezes to all*
Elsa Mama, I want you to know I’ll have you and your family in my prayers. Seek solace in our hope of a better world beyond.
Elsa_Mama – fur ewe an yure dotter – I release these too bloons – purplol an whyte – whut I wrote dis awn: 1 Corinthians 13 : But now faith, hope, and love remain–these three. The greatest of these is love.
O {{{{Griffyn}}} O {{{{cheezpeeps}}}} Ai cant tawk rite nao. Sush lub foar eech uvver! Sush caer! Mai eye…dey hurt an leeky. Ai sawry…ai gawta go….so sad foar so yung. Ur rite abowt wut I Corinthians 13 says. Faith, Hope and Love but the greatest of these is love. God wuz sawry Matt had 2 leev but God sed to Matt, “Com in thou luvved an faithful servant to yor reward an let down ur burdin an rest.”
Anom tu taht. {{{Elsa_Mama}}}
{{{Chessie}}}
Mai eyes….teh eyes….dey so leeky. Mai hart foar Matt, Elsa_Mama & fambly…o deer.
{{{{{KCT}}}}} yoo haz such a sweet an tender hart.
Fank u lunarmommy….{{{{{{lunarmommy}}}}}. U haz a gud, wundermus hart. Ai goin 2 see Cattails an mai eyes leeky and mai hart hurts. Noe, noe wun shud hab 2 lose a child.
{{KCT}} Yur rite. I kan’t imagine teh payne. Myne boi iz 14 awlso, an the beri thot brings me tu my knees.
me too.
me three.
me fore… an ai dont eben hab enny reel childerlins.
onlee bunnehs adn kittehs.
{{{{{elsa_mama}}}}} {{{cheezland}}}
Mine too! Ai think we mite hav a llittlol flud in teh Meddow soon!!
Noes, da teers jus makes da flwrs gro, and brings da flutterbais bai…
Releases a shiny gold balloon for Matt, a silver balloon for Boomer, and a lavendar balloon for {{{{{{{Elsa_Mama}}}}}}}. It is raining where I am, so these balloons are streaked with teardrops, yet they soar bravely heavenward!
*has appt to donate blood on Monday morning*
Matt
*Chooses two green balloons for eternal life*
*Ties on two long gold ribbons*
*Writes “Matt” on one balloon and “Boomer” on the other*
*Releases them with thoughts and wishes that Matt and Boomer will forever know how much they were loved here on earth and that those they left behind will know that they are happy, safe, and at peace in their new home.*
*Releases a shiny purple ballon, on one side which is written in gold, “Matt”, and on the other “Elsa_Mama”. It plays jazz music as it floats into the clouds*
.
*Releases a bright blue balloon with silver writing, which says “Boomer” on one side, and “Chessie” on the other*
.
Be at peace, and know that you were, and continue to be, loved.
Deh nite watchman b walking frue Cheezland az deh darknessez fawlz. It haz ben a long, hot summer day, and deh gentlol ebening breeze iz welkum. Deh streetlitez b kastifying liddlol poolz uv lite on deh pavemintz. Deh nite Watchmanz flashlite b shining intu deh cornerz wair the streetlitez duz not reeching.
Ebbreewair he lukz, deh howzez b klozed up, adn a kwietness adn a sadness prevailz. Wen he reechez deh Rownd-ee-Bowt, he seeingz a boy sitting on deh edge uv deh JanetCanHas4Kittehs fowntin tossing pebblolz intu deh wadder.
“Oh Hai. R u Matt?” he askingz.
Deh boi nodz him hed. He sez tu deh nite watchman, “Being ded iz so not fayr!”
Deh nite watchman sitz down neggst tu Matt, tossez a pebblol intu deh fountin tu, adn sez, “I noez. But u must tu remembering dat ebbreewunz life story endz deh same: ‘and den he died.’”
Matt tossiz a nuzzer pebblol adn watchez it sink tu deh bottum uv deh fowntin. “I guess,” hii sighz. “I just dint want tu b dying so soon.”
Deh nite watchman kuntinuez, “Everyfing dat iz born will dyingz: deh liddlol kittehz adn goggiez, deh giant elolafantz; deh liddlol flowerz, deh giant sekwoyaz; the riverz wash deh mowntinz intu deh seez, deh riverz turn tu dezertz, deh seez dry up; sinetists say dat sumday deh erf will b swallowed bai deh sun; eben deh starz demselvez die.”
Deh nite watchman stands up. “Kum on,” hii sez, “I haz werk tu due, adn u mite az well tu gibbing mii a hand.”
Dey walk threw deh moonlite tu deh Princess Mu Medow and play wif deh kittehz. And wile dey play, dey talk adn talk. B4 hii noez it, Matt realizez dat deh darkness b fading. A handful uv clowdz b skattered
across deh sky adn a soft glow beginz tu spred frum deh eest. Wen deh sun kumz up, the nite watchman sez, “It b time fur u tu go,” adn hii leedz Matt toward deh western edge uv deh medow.
Matt iz surprized tu seeing dat dere b a raynbo dere dat duz not retreet az dey approach. “How iz dis possiblol?” hii asks.
“U haz lefted ur life on erf bhind. Dis b deh Raynboe Bridge. Unlike deh erthly raynboez, u kan reech deh end uv dis Raynboe. U must go now, adn see wut liez on deh uzzer side uv deh Raynboe.”
“R u kumming wif mii?”
“No,” deh nite watchman replyz, “mai plais is heer. U go on, dere iz sumwun wayting for u.”
Matt turnz, adn runz bakk tu wair deh kittehz b frolikking. Hii stoopz down and pikkingz up a haf-grown tuxxee kitteh tu taking over deh bridge wif him. Den hii returnz tu wair deh watchman b wayting.
“Gud choyce,” deh watchman sez az hii gibz Matt a farewell hug.
Matt turnz den adn approachez deh Raynboe. Tentatively at nawt-sekkund, and den wif a konfident step, he walkz up ontu deh Raynboe Bridge. He turnz and waivez, adn den, wif deh sun shining down on him and a smilol on himz fais, hii walkz over deh bridge.
oh cween, taht wuz most beyootemus.
(pee ess: i leeved yoo a commint on teh last LOL, abowt yor dilemma)
{{{{cweenmj}}}} Dat wuz beautiful. Ai haz the berry leeky eyez nao.
Just when ai thot ai had mai leekiness sort uv unner control.
Iz a kittin heer, black wun whu berry berry affekshunate an purr sooo loud ai calls him Boomer, whu gots teers in hims fur an nawt seem tu mind.
Waz so berry byootimus, mai cween… fank you.
*wypes awai tears wiv floofee pause*
Fank yoo yur majestearial, dis be a mowss wundermus storee u rited fur awl teh cheezpeeps.
Oh wondermous Cween,
Just beootimous, I haz very leaky eyes at work, haz to stay in back room.
I knew night watchman would be welcoming Matt.
(((((((((((((to Matt, Matt’s mama and all cheezpeeps with sorrows to bear))))))))))))))))))`
So verry kynd, beyooteeful, and teh thoughtful of you, Cween, luvley as all ways.
{{{{{cweenmj}}}}} ai gnu it wud bee beyewtiful an perfikt, writing frum teh hart alwais iz
Cween, dat is most beautimous.
.
*Dabs at leeky aies*
{{{{{{hugs for teh cween for riting such a lublee storey, so perfict}}}}}}
{{{{{{hugs for awl teh cheezpeeps}}}}}}
*adn teers, becuz lief is so bittersweet*
Mai cween, ai knoed wen ai was at teh beginnin ov teh story ai wud hav teh leeky eyz (ai cannot eben heers teh wurds “nite watchman” wifout leekin). Ai did not knoe taht wen ai was at teh end ov teh story ai wud hav teh peece in mai hart.
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Fankies, yur Majisty.
Mee too, but is awlwais a gud kind of leeky eyz. Teh cween, hur heart is berry berry big, aifinkso.
wut 2minions sai. eben thinkin uf teh nite watchman stories mayk mai eyz leek….
o mai cween
*weeps wif sadniss an wif joi*
Ai starded tu readz it but I be havn tu stop, I has tu go to dinner, mi Gandma be turnin 80 and ai not be wanted ta teary eyez, and dat definitly be bringin dem owt… iz beatuful watz ai didz read and i will bein reedin it whenz ai getz home..
{{{hugz fur all mai new frends, those with us and those who have passed before us}}}
Dat wuz bery tuff to reeding — wut wif teh skreen goin awl blurrier & blurrier.
Oh wayt. Dat wuz mah teerz.
Cweenmj — u haz such a gift fur riting deez storeez. U troolee duz. Absolootlee amayzing.
dat wuz beautimus! adn soe sad.
I was sitting by the sea this morning at 10, watching the water. Thinking about how hard it must be to bury a child. And that life is not fair – that some should die so soon, their promise unfulfilled, their families left behind, grieving.
And still the waves rolled in and out, sweeping some bits of sand and rock away, depositing others back on the shore.
Peace and solace to you, Elsa_mama.
{{{catena}}} Tank yew foar rimynding mii ob dis lubli song.
(Pls tu ignoar teh videeyo awn teh skrene – wuz teh ownlee fing ai cud fynd wut yoosid mai faboarit ricoarding ob ‘Sand and Water’)
{{{{{cweenmj}}}}} {{{{{cheezpeepz}}}}}
As usual I’m late getting on and reading all the posts for Matt & Boomer. As soon as I saw your abatar, I knew I’d have to get the tissue box. Now that box is about half empty. When you lose someone it’s always hard to read about another person’s loss, especially on this site. I’ve never seen such a caring, happy group (unless it’s my friends at work), always so thoughtful.
Your majesty (cweenmj), your story gift is truly heaven sent. That comes from a heart so big, the world can’t hold it.
{{{{{Matt}}}}}
{{{{{Boomer}}}}}
**sets out tablols wif kawfee an tee an sordid sweet an sabory pastrees** Ai bringed blankees fur ebereewun to sit awn. **admires balloon-filled sky, haz grate surj ov luv in hur hart fur caring an wunnerful cheezpeeps an failbloggers**
*bringz fresh-skwished orinj joose*
mmm, nommy pastreez. *takes a sweet pastry an sum joose, sits on blankit to watche teh baloloons*
*brings a big punch bowl wif fresh sqoze cold lemming aid*
*stands bai parrothead to help sev teh cawfee an tee*
Fanks JCH4K. Izza sad day. Ai hope wen Elsa_Mama seez dis, hur will hab sum comfurt.
And Chessie tu. Ai don’tfinkso I hab met Chessie.
Ai hoep so too! Last yeer, wehn mai bff died, an rite after taht mai Mom, awl tehl sympatheez frum teh wunderful cheezpeeps halped mee . . . ai cant eben SAY hao much!!!
*Places at various places on teh tablols boxes of tissues and smaller travel-size packs of tissues for peeps to take back to their blankets wif them.*
*Is carrying around her own personal supply of tissues in a holster*
Thanks, lcb!!! VERY thottee. Ai reeelee needed sum, an ai nebber seem to hav them wif me!
**wonders why LCB owns a holster**
For carrying around sundry essential necessities of coarse. Holsters is general purpose, even though they is most often associated wif guns and stuff. Which I does not own or even use.
*wonders if it’s teh right time and place for a alphamabetical list of things she DOES carry in her holster*
Fanks, LCB
*maeks a lowed pffttt sound into clean X
*rolls in jynormus burfdai caek, dat is reelee lotsa kakes tewgevver…*
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Ohai ebereewun. Ai noes dis has been a sad sorta LOL, an ai meens no disrespetk… but iz Caturdai, an mai birfdai. Doze dat wii lub, and lubs us, wevver erfbownd or crossdabrij, wants us tew beh the happi an nawt sad, nawt crii dat iz ober, but happitayl dat eet happind, aifinkso.
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Wii has wundermaus cormmunity heer, and ai lubs yew cheezpeeps…tow has such cormpassion and jenerosity in sharin da downs and da ups. Plz tew halp me sillibrate bean 42–the meening ub lyf, da oonibers, and eberyfink!
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Plz tew beh joynin meh in nommin birfdai kace…dere is chocklit wif choklit frosting, chocklit wif kreemcheez frosting, carrotkake wif creemcheez frosting, jermanchocklit caek wif carmel/pecan/cocomonut frosting, lemming cake wif oranj (nawt poyson) frosting, almond caek wif glaze, white caek wif buddercreems frosting… just abowt eberykind yew cud hoap foar!
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And dere is lotsa flabors ob icecreems, tew. Pleez to nom the birfdai fuds!
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Kthxnom
{{{buddydiztmoresmom}}}
Happee burfdai! Fank U for remindin us dere is also alwis sumfing to celolebrate.
*boops bdm’s nose wif frosting*
*liks frosting orf noz*
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Weklum. Yew is it.
wow, iffen ya can lik frosting orf yer own nose…………..you must be VERRAH popular, ifinkso.
*bows*
Happitayle burfday to yoooooooo
{{{{{{{BDM}}}}}}
*noms sum sordid caykes*
hmm soo mani choyses ai nawt noes wot to chooz.
*Pops open bottuls of sham pain adn hanz rownd glarses to awl cheezpeeps
*sip sip sip GULP*
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YUM! Fangs, miniminismum!
happee burfday, BDM!!
U iz deh anser tu ebreefing?!?!!?! So iz StageHandDan!! Iz u twinz??
*ponderz wevver dat wud b a gud thing oar a bad thing.*
*givez up pondering and nomz sum chokklit cake wif chokklit frostingz*
Fankeez fur deh nomz!!
Akording tew da Hitchhykers guyd tew teh galixee
An ai leebs yew tew wunder witch ub us is the gud twin, and witch is teh ebil twin. 
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Happee Burfday to Yooo!!
Happee Burfday to Yoooo!!
HAPPEE BURFDAY, DEER BUDDYDIRZMORES MOM
Happee Burfday to Yooooooooo!!!
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*blushes and grins*
Fangs, Janet!
*takes shiny gold marker and writes “HBD, BDM!” all over BDM’s face*
Donot worry; it will warsh off. It says right here: Incredible Markers.
Idnt dat ‘indelolblol’??
*checks markers*
Oh, whoops.
*hides markers, runsawaynonchalantly*
happee burfday BDM!! iz gud to cellybrating life, ifinkso.
(ifinkso burfday fairy will be along on teh nekstest LOL to habbing a burfday party!! iz wut a liddle trol tolded me 
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*takes refreshingmints an sits bakk to luk at teh byootiful baloons floating up to hevven*
bufday cake iz da gud medicin! {{{HaPpY BiRfDaY}}}
*ony be eatenz da small piece tu saven rooms fur meh Granmaz cake lader*
Okais, I be goinz neow yuz all have gud timez an ai talks sun
*comes wif leaky eyes an kwietly sits awn a blanket tu admire awl da balloons an teh luv they represent*
Wat a great community I have the honor of belonging to.
{{{3kittymomma}}}
{{{PH}}}
Ai nawt been hear long butt tahtz juss wot ai waz finkin – ai feel onnerd to bee a part ov dis lubbin, cayring comuniteee.
{{{{{{{cheezpeeps}}}}}}
adn fankyoo fur habin me.
{{Miniminsmum}} I nawt shure wii haz meeted.
*extends floofy paw uf friendship*
*Pats blanket* Come sit an wii kan enjoi da beautimus balloons tugether an plai wif awl da hart kittehs an gogies. Wuld yu lyke sum lemmingade or kawfee?
Ohai 3KM pleezed to mete you. I wud lub some lemmingade fank you.
*sitz on blanket wiv 3KM adn luks up at teh skii wiv warm sensachun in teh hart*
Teh bloons are so pretty, dansing in teh breez, wiv teh strings traylin like happitayles behind tehm, bringin hoap to ebberywun.
*spreads out old-fashioned quilt, noms piece of BDM’s burfday cake and sips champagne, lookng aroundwif a full heart and slightly leeky eyes at all the wundermous cheezpeeps and failbloggers*
Ai wud be berry happee if anyone wud like to share my quilt. Teh view is lublee.
*honks in cleean x*
*sitz down bai kvsgrrl*
It reelee iz luflee heer, izn’t it?
*sip sip sip*
Ai reelee laik it up heer awn this littlol hill. Yoo can see awlmoast awl ov Cheezland frum heer. An wif teh Meddow an teh skye so filled wif awl the bloons. . . .reelee peesful.
i wud lyke to sit down . i r Amandakat. i am bissiting frum the cheespeeps.Chessie is gud frend….. It was a lubbly ceremony………i has a happy to meechu,Kvnsgrrl
ohai Amandakat! ur berry welcome here! Ai hopes this soothes Chessies heart just a litlol too.
*clinkees glasses wif JKH2K and sighs contentedly wif much lub for all the peeps*
*takes more pastreez, orinj joose, lemmingade, burfday goodies, etc*
*haz a big hongree, haz not been ablol to sleep all nite, or eet*
i spended teh night trying hard to be more mad tahn wurried, an not sukseeding, but now my son (hoo wuz suppozed to chekk in wif us by midnight but wuz totally incomyoonicado all night) haz calld an him iz fine, wuz playing vidyo games wif himz gurlfrend an “forgotted” to call. so now i kan just being mad an not wurried. iz better dis way. don’t kare so much wut himz doing (sum but not too much) az long az himz ok.
nope, i wuz rong – only herd hubbie’s end ob teh conversayshun (wuz too mad to talk to teh boi myself) him gotted bakk to himz grandparets’ hoswe wher him iz staying before midnight an “forgotted” to call me from tehr. still, az long az himz ok, i gess i’ll forgib him… in a bit.
Matt
*watches as his balloon catches up with the rest*
*is late and in moderation*
Releases bloo balloons for Matt, filled with hydrogen, watches them soar up an up and white balloons for Chessie’s brother
an releases green balloons for mah fren Steve’s father who passed awai yesturday. Mah frenz a lurker, him not comments but looks at the comments an pictures
**watches balloons float by, thinks to herzself how all life is ephemeral and transient like dese balloons, here today gone tomorrow, has a ponder**
{{{{{Lurker Steve}}}}}
*sitz awn blankee beside two_kittehs – also haz a ponder*
{{{{{Lurker Steve}}}}}} Hugz two_kittehs and JCH4K an hoalds dem close.
Matt
Boomer
{{{{Matt’s family}}}}
{{{{Boomer’s family}}}}
Matt – I hopes u don min if i not sen balloonzes but dey iz bad fer wild hanimals – U can has virtual bloons though.
{{{wolfkyt}}} Nawt tu has a wurree – dese bees teh moast speshul an berry saef bloons, maed ownlee ob luvs an hoep an caering. Dey ownlee ads gud fings tu teh enbirinmint.
{{{wolfkyt}}} troo, evreefing in cheezland iz gud for teh aminlols an teh envirnmint an teh peeples too!
Carefully selects a balloon the color of the sky just after the sun has slipped below the horizon. Writes: Boomer
Lets balloon go flying off, thinking of her own “baby” brother who died far too young, all these 21 years, 4 months, 27 days ago.
{{{{q}}}}
@ Ф φ ς @ … God belss Elsa_Moma, Mat, Family and friends (Including all of the Cheezpeeps!)…May he rest in peace…
tosses a ‘t’ up for good measure and adds to ‘Mat’! :\
Gee whizz…*grabs the letter-grabber-thingy and stretches up to re-arrange the letters above to actually SPELL ‘bless’!!!* Leaky eyes…lemme show u them!
{{{{{Pooty Tat}}}}}} Nawt to werree! We AWL hav teh leekee aiez today.
Mine are like this:
@ Ф φ ς @ φ ς @ @ Ф φ ς @ φ ς @
All the beautiful balloons are floating up in the sky. The big one in the middle says, “Matt–Forever young, forever strong, forever ours”
We will all remember.
And for Boomer too.
And I called my baby brother (who’ll be 50 at the end of the month) just to hear his voice after thinking about Matt and Boomer.
*releases large batch of multi-colored balloons before they take her with them*
I never would have thought that posting on a silly website would help me to gain so many thoughtful and wonderful friends. My prayers go out with these balloons for any who are in need of comfort.
*squeeeeeeeeze to any and all who have lost a loved one*
*squeeze*
I, too, share your feelings, Ms B.
*sends love-filled balloons into the sky to join the others*
{{{{Matt}}}}
{{{{Elsa_Mama}}}}
ai maid a poster uv awl our balloons flying up tew Matt wif our messiges
balloons for Matt
Dis iz so naice.
{{{{{{{{bluesfan473}}}}}}}
Berry nize BF473!
Utterlee gorgeous!!!
Beyooteemus!!!
so nice and so thoughtful of you, BF!
taht iz a luvly poster, bf473, iz purrfekt an very byootiful!
Ai haz tu go, guis. Gots londree tu du so sneezy kittens haz beddings an Seanya an ai haz beddings (Angel an hairballs *sigh*) an ai haz scrubs tu ware. An gots errands tu run whyle ai haz tiem, sinse iz weekend — Humayn Sosietee despritlee needs towls n fings so ai gunna make a run tu teh thrift shop. (Plz, plz, check wif yur lokal shelter — eben if yu nawt haz tiem to bolunteer, shelters sumtiems needs simple fings yu can mebbe halp wif taht wud making a hyooj diffrins… An make shur yu inclood a few toy mice oar jinglee balls!)
I love all of you, and as often but more so than ever, I’m grateful and honoured and humbled to belong to such a loving community.
{{{{{{{{{cheezpeeps}}}}}}}}
*squeeze to failbloggers*
Our prayers are with you
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ~George Elliot
Wif leeky eyez, “Go with God Matt an Boomer, you have earned your rest”
*whispurrs* Ohai, Kittehlessjon!!! Nice to see yoo!! Ar yoo just lurking these daiz???
i’z seed him posting arownd a bit. nise to seeing him agin!
Thanks, {{{{{lunarmommy}}}}}
It is nice to be part of the cheezpeeps.
Mostly lurking. I do post occasionally, but have had a bizzy lately and am dealing with minor issues – sciatica, particularly.
{{{{{Janet}}}}}
Weall!! Just so yoo know – yoo AR mist!!!!
All our love from Spain to Matt and Boomer.
I know that these lines were written for the fallen of WW1, but they seem appropriate here:
They shall grow not old
as we that are left grow old
Age shall not weary them
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning
we will remember them.
These ar moast byootiful lions, annipuss! An so appropirate!
Purrfekt foar dis mowmint! {{{{annipuss}}}}
Matt & Boomer
Ai has such a hyooj prowd tu bees part ob dis wunnerful, strawng, lubbing, caering comyoonitee. Ai sends mai lub an huggs an skweezis tu eech an ebree wun ob yu. Ebree tiem yu sees teh flutterbai, oar teh flour, oar ennee libbing ting, mae yu bees remyndid hao mush ai treshur yu. {{{{{{{{{{ebreewun}}}}}}}}}}
Ohai, all cheezpeeps … I’m late to balloon release. I’ve chosen a big, clear balloon filled with smaller red-heart shaped balloons, with “MATT” written on one side in silver and “BOOMER” on the other side … I release the balloon and it floats over the Meadow … higher and higher … carrying our earthly love up to meet the heavenly love.
{{Matt & Boomer & and their families}}
tehr iz no “late”, tehr iz only “making teh speshul time last longer”
Iz verry gracegull thing for U tu say!! (Ai iz so offen layte heer.)
Mae hart goes owt 2 Matt’s & Boomer’s families.
Matt & Boomer hab left dis plaz ob pain ‘n woe behind. CC plz bless us all.
Anom
{{{{ Elsa_Mama & Matt & }}}}
{{{Elsa_Mama}}} {{{Chessie}}}
I thot awl dai wut too rait on mai bloons. But I haz emptii hed, probly eberyfing haz leekd awt… my i’s hef been bery leekee. cweenmj sed eberyfing enniewai, his raitings r teh lubliest.
I will just rait ‘godspeed’. Dey b too big red harty shapd bloons. U shuld see dem shawrtlee ober de medow.
Naw were iz lolcatburglar gon? I needz a clean x bedly…
*apprears next to compulsorry magically*
*offers box of extry soft tissues; both teh tissues and teh box am decorated wif red harts like teh bloons*
*goes honk in tisu*
Iz wyrd… De sedness iz so nu n jet so awld…
Fenk yoose for de cmopas… compsiona… bein nais, lcb *squeeze*
for Matt…
*releases a small blue balloon*
I know this is late, but I couldn’t get here ’til now.
I wanted Elsa_Mama to know MY mama and I were thinking of her today, even though we couldn’t get to a computer.
*squeezes for all*
Beddehr layte than nebber
{{{{MATT and Fambly}}}}
I am sitting at my mother’s second house (It used to belong to my grandma who passed last October) bawling my eyes out & probably ruining another pair of contacts. :’(
First off {{elsa_mama}}
Next a big THANK YOU to everyone who sent balloons up in Boomer’s name. Especially the blue & silver ones–he was a lifelong Dallas Cowboys fan.
Tomorrow be the visitations & then Monday the funeral. I think I can make it through them now.
Hopefully the watchman will help Boomer find all our kittehs & doggies (we had a few!).
Guess I’d better go b4 I use all the tissues in Cheezland…
Lubs u all!
>^..^<
{{{{{{Chessie}}}}}}
{{{{{Chessie}}}}} I am so sorry for your loss
so sorry for your loss, chessie; wish i could do something to help.
{{{Chessie}}} so sowwy fur yure loss – A few yeers ago, I lawst a grown brudder win him wuz 37 to asthma – pleh..my hart goze owt tu yu an yur famblee.
soo sorrey 4 yoo, Chessie!
{{{{{{{{Chessie}}}}}}}}}]
{{{{{{{{{Boomer}}}}}}}}}
(frum a sooner)
{{{ Elsa_Mama }}}
{{{ Chessie }}}
Matt
Boomer
Steve
*Releases three blue baloons with “Rest with CC” written on them with a gold marker*
*releases more late balloons into the night sky*
*squeezes Matt and Elsa_mama and Boomer*
{{{ Elsa_Mama }}}
{{{ Chessie }}}
Win wii tawk about Boomer, Ai awlwais has thinkin taht a person cawled Boomer mus has been a berry speshul person. Chessie, pls carry us n ur hart teh next few days, as wii will b carryin u n ours.
After reading the website about Matt, and wishing he had been my son too, and knowing how proud you must be of him, I know that Heaven is richer for its new arrival.
can no longer see teh bloons
becaus of all teh teers;
pleas kno teh hard tymes will com farther apart
even tho it mae take yeers
{{{all cheezland}}}
Blessing and love for Matt
Ai haz a sad
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{{{{{zoeandmir}}}}} Dis bees a gud plaes tu com fur teh cumfurtings.
*howlds zoeandmir beriberi tite inna huggs*
*runs in, bery BERY late, holding hyooj number of balloons*
*ebery balloon is marked “Matt” or “Boomer”*
*lets balloons go, tehy float upwards, an maek a heart-shaped pattern as tehy fly*
Elsa’sMama and Chessie, I am so sorry for your loss, my thoughts are with you both and your families.
*d’Beaker walks slowly up to the edge of the meadow*
*quiet now, most of the peeple are gone*
*sits silently*
*lets thoughts and prayers mingle with all the others*
{{{Matt and Boomer and all who loved them}}}
*sits down beside Fleep*
*shares in the silence*
Sawree I yam so verreh layte.
I brings wun balloon for Matt and wun for Boomer. An mah frendlee humminburd, Ruby. And it looks lyke she has brot her frend teh sparkly dragon along. Sum of yoo may noes them both frum owr ICHC races. They askinged to coem along.
*rites on teh multikullerd, glittery balloons* Faith. Hope. Love. And the greatest of these is love.
*releases teh glittery balloons into teh sky, wher teh goldin morning sunlite katches them and sets them on fyre with teh lite*
*Into teh sky wing teh hummingburd and teh dragon; they katch those balloons in theyr mowths and karree them aloft – into teh hevvens!*
And suddinly below them, teh flowers in teh medow explodes with color and moshun – and teh hummingburd and teh dragon ar surrounded by teh flitter-flutters of hunnerts and thowsands of butterflies of awl kullers! Beeg bloo budderflies. Tynee purplol butterflies. Awl kullurs ar represented. Those budderflies lift up in a hyooj cloud lyke a raynbow and serve as escorts. And so teh balloons is karreed away on a whispur of a thowzand wings, lyke wings of angels. . . .
(Fangs to MaryO and Kevvnsgirl for posting teh linkies abuv to teh beautiful song “Calling All Angels.”)
Elsa_Mama and Chessie: may yor harts be filld with preshus memrees; may yoo fynd peace and healing in those memrees and in teh luv of famlee and frenz.
Also very layte. Ai releases 2 transparent balloons filled wif confetti of all the things they liked to do best inside. One says Matt and de otter Boomer.
*sits in the meadow adn watches the kitties adn goggies playing adn chashing the balloons still floating in the breeze*
It is never too late where there is no time…
*releases trnaslucent balloon with a glow inside it. As teh balloon rises, the glow brightens. When the balloon gets high enough, it pops, and a bright light expands out into the sky. The light casts a diffrent radiance over everyone it touches. The clear white of freedom for Matt, and a soft pink of comforting love for Elsa_Mama. The colors and warmth of love and comfort bathe everyone who has ever suffered loss, and bring peace.
*releases balloon filled with teh lub of cheezland. Teh lub is a glow dat warms efurry’s hart wen it iz most needed, an strengfens awl hoo falter. Teh lub is nebber ending an self-renooing. Teh lub probides hugs wenebber an wharebber dey ar most needed, an teh remindur dat cheezfrenz ar nebber alone.*