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When Friends Become Family in the REnet

*UPDATE *  8/7/2008 - We reached the goal! The real estate community is truly a generous group. I am blessed to know so many of you and  honored to call you friend. Indy Real Estate Talk will be absent tomorrow,  in honor of Bill Lublin and in memory of his wife, Sheila.   I’ll be back on Saturday!                               

One of the many benefits of belonging to the RE.net (real estate online network) are the many friends I have made throughout North America.We talk online, Twitter, comment and post about life, technology and real estate. This online community has become family. When your family hurts, so do you.

One of the special friends I have met over at Agent Genius, is Bill Lublin. Today, my friend is grieving the loss of his wife Sheila, his love, his friend, his soulmate of 34 years. I have been married to the love of my life for 29 years and can not imagine the pain and grief my friend must be enduring right now. Life never prepares us for such agony.

If words or friendship could take away his pain – it would be done.These things are never that easy. Losing a loved one is life’s greatest pain.

As a community, we are supporting Bill by making donations to cover the cost of supplying food for his family over the next two weeks. All donations are appreciated, as well as your comments for Bill. If you would like to leave a comment for Bill, you can do so here. All extra funds will be donated to the American Cancer Society.

God bless you Bill, with peace, love, friends, comfort and strength.

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Happy Fathers Day

Dad and CalebThis Father’s Day is a bit more special than any previous Father’s Day.

I grew up the oldest of seven children and my Dad was my hero. He always had a way of making everything okay – from skinned knees to fights with my siblings. He loved each of us enough to allow us to grow and make our own mistakes, while also providing a home we could always feel comforted in. Being close to family is one of the reasons I moved back to Indianapolis.

My dad is a quiet man – a hard worker, who finds joy in just living and takes one day at a time. I have learned a lot from him in that respect. I’ve always thought he was the best.

This year, though, I have an even greater reason to be thankful for my father. Last month, on Mother’s Day, my dad went to the hospital with a heaviness in his chest. They ran some test, couldn’t find anything wrong, but decided to keep him overnight.

At 5:30, the next morning, he had a heart attack. We actually lost him twice in the next few hours. Thankfully, the exceptional doctors caring for him were able to revive him. Had he not been in the hospital, he would not have made it.

Today – I have reason to celebrate Father’s Day with a thankful heart for the first man I ever loved.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad! I love you!

 

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Breakfast of Champions

Breakfast of Champions

M&M’s…………….or chocolate in any form. He did have cereal and blackberries first

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Home……it’s all about family

GrandchildWhen people find out I moved back to Indianapolis from sunny Arizona, they always ask Why?

Here’s one of four reasons – the fourth grandchild.

There’s also brothers, sisters, my Dad, lifelong friends, family cookouts, celebrations and get togethers.

But….the grandbabies, they get preferential treatment. And, do they know it!

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Wisdom From a Three Year Old

Words of WisdomHave you ever been in a position where you couldn’t find the words you wanted to say? Or what you want to say isn’t coming out in a clear concise fashion? Maybe you said something you wish you had never said. It happens to us all.

This happened to my three year old granddaughter the other day. She had just awaken from her nap and she couldn’t find her blanket, or at least the blanket she wanted. After my daughter told her to look in her room and the entertainment room, then the living room, she became very frustrated at her inability to find her blanket.

As three year olds do – she began displaying her emotions by whining. She started to tell her mom she looked in all those places and she couldn’t find her blanket.  She actually speaks very well, but what she said came out sounding like whaaa….I look, my blank, not room, I wan, my bank………..then she stopped……….stomped her foot and said, Mouth, stop it!!!

I wonder how many times we should stop talking, clear out thoughts and then begin again……or not begin again. What if could we take back our words as easily as if we just told our mouth to stop it?

 

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