Wednesday, September 26, 2012

I need a handyman. Lyman was my handy man. In so many ways. Ahem.

I have some things to hang and some furniture to move, and I'm just too darned worn out to do it myself after running around like a lunatic for three months. There's a big, heavy mirror that I can't hang alone.

Lyman was so capable and smart and funny and good-looking and sexy. What'll I do?
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  1. Anonymous2:40 PM

    I would be happy to help you if I lived at/closer to home!!!

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  2. Anonymous2:45 PM

    (I can hear Mom's voice saying "The world was paved on good intentions.")

    I know you must be having a difficult time adjusting to Uncle Lyman's absence, and I wish I had the words of strength and comfort to lift your heavy heart! Just know that you remain in my good thoughts and prayers!!

    Sending you much love,
    Lori Gore Hodges

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  3. Janis Gore9:01 AM

    You are such a dear niece, Lori.

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