Confessions
Wishing You Luck
Sweet Baby
Cheyenne Doty Memorial Motorcycle
In Memory of
Cheyenne Denise Doty
June 16, 1998-November 2, 2003
On Nov. 2, 2003 Cheyenne lost her life in a Bicycle/Motorist accident. From this tragedy Cheyenne lives on through other children by giving the gift of life. We would like to encourage you to please remember to sign your organ donor cards & Support the Children’s Miracle Network. One life for another…
More pix of Cheyanne’s scooter here. DN Graphix custom motorcycles.
Protector of the Gold
Today a family called looking for an urn with the image of a griffin. I love the idea of this ancient symbol of protection on a cremation urn.
We’ve got a couple of griffins out in the garden. The legendary Griffin symbol is a fascinating creature with the body of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle. Variations of ancient lore say the griffin builds a nest, like an eagle (female?) and lays sapphires instead of eggs, and protects the gold. The feather of a griffin and the talon both are supposed to have medicinal properties so powerful that it can even restore sight to the blind!
The deceased collected griffins and even had a gryphon on his wedding ring. His ashes will be divided, and will be buried with a grandson and some of the family pets who passed earlier, including the ashes of the beloved Yorkie. The “baby”. The widow carries a bit of “baby Yorkie” in a small keepsake urn on her key chain.
At the memorial service the family incorporated griffin sculpture, statues, and relics among the family photo display.
Full Bird
Most of the time, the calls we field are families in distress, and occasionally, like any business, you get the odd bird. The Colonial, for instance.
This gentleman insisted that I address him by his “first” name “The Colonial”, and he had questions.
I had answers.
Next, we moved to his favorite topic. HIZ SELF and his many great accomplishments in military service. Wow! If it was true, I might like to know more, so I asked for his full name. “Why? you gonna look me up?” He asked. “Sure.” I said, “Have you ever Googled yourself?”
“Uh, no.” he answered.
“Well. You must be CLASSIFIED,” I said, “there’s nothing here.” He responded that indeed, all of his work was TOP SECRET.
Agreed. Because, what I didn’t mention? The only information that came up under his name was sex offender info.
