Say Always What You Feel

By Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Columbia
Nobel Prize Winner for Literature, 1982

Say always what you feel not what you think. If I knew that today is the last time that I am going to see you asleep. I would hug you with all my strength and I would pray to the Lord to let me be the guardian angel of your soul.

There is always tomorrow, and life gives us another opportunity to do things right, but in case I am wrong and today is left to me, I would love to tell you how much I love you and that I will never forget you.

A poem by Slater Alexander Gorham

Part of me is extravagant purple
It's like the happiness of a butterfly taking its first flight
Yet purple is also the happy ending to dreams and fairy tales
But there's another part of me
Part of me is mournful blue
It's like a star falling from its distant planet
It's like loosing someone you love
It's hurtful, but they're both part of me.
Written by Slater, 4th grade - Horton's grandson

Bonnie Jean by Honey

Horton Rainey Bunch

Horton Rainey Bunch was born on September 15, 1934 at 3:45pm. He was born to John Knox Bunch Sr. and Evelyn Anne Bunch in Houston, Texas. I recently came across his baby book and in it his father wrote the following: "Horton called Louis, "Louisy" - called me "my daddy" - Did not like "goaches". Liked Charlie Koffey (McCarthy the Dummy). Very fond of "bills" (grapes). Occasionally had a knee on his trunk. Practically lived on fruits, fruit juices and milk from 12mos to 3 yrs.
Horton would say "Watch "my" do it" (at 2 1/2 yrs).
Horton was very fond of books - sit for an hour and look at a book or magazine.
Jan 17, 1942 - "My family is the sweetest and finest in the world" - I just live to be with them" (written by John Knox Bunch, Sr.)
I cracked up over the "goaches" part! For those of you reading this that cannot not translate that - it means roaches. Our family knew of my dad's aversion to roaches and he passed that dislike on to his daughters..no,let me rephrase that..dislike is not a strong enough word. We are just flat terrified of them!! He would clear the room faster than any of us if one dared enter. :) kara PS Not sure what the "knee on the trunk" referred to..

Jaden's English Project

NOV 10

This blogspot is under production to serve as a memorial blogspot and to post pictures and music of my father that he performed.
My father was suddenly and wrongly taken from our family on Nov 10, 2008 by a drunk driver. Our lives have been in limbo ever since. We ache for that stable and constant love that he provided in our family for so long. He and my mom were married for almost 44 yrs. The selfish intoxicated driver saw to it that we no longer get to celebrate those special occasions with him. In fact, on that day, before he died. He and my mom had a lovely breakfast..omelets, I understand...in celebration of her birthday. Later that day he left for a singing engagement, while my mom prepared for a tea party. Two of her grandchildren were coming over along with a friend to celebrate her birthday. While my mother was placing her beautiful Johnson Bros china on the table, she noticed an unknown car coming up the driveway. That car delivered the unimaginable news that my father had been hit by a car while he was standing outside of his car waiting for oncoming traffic to pass before he got back into his car. He waited for the car to pass...but it aimed straight for him. No chance for him to escape. Sometimes the sadness is overwhelming. I wish I had called one more time...I wish I had called before he left so I could delay his departure from home until that
man had passed by...I wish had been able to join my family the day before at a birthday celebration for my mom as I was at home with a sick little boy. My father gave my mom some beautiful roses the day before her birthday and the most beautiful and touching card.
....When I got to my parent's house later that day after hearing the news... I really didn't even know what happened..what are they talking about..drunk driver? At 1:30 in the afternoon?..we gathered around the table to talk and make phone calls and the beautiful china was sitting there...waiting for tea time..waiting for the promised party. Instead it is untouched! Grief rushed thru me.. The red roses my father had given my mom the day before were so beautiful ...and were in such contrast to the tears and pain that was busting at the seams in that house. No rest, no comfort.
There had been a gentle rain earlier in the day...but that night... it rained and rained and never stopped for about two days. It rained so hard that it seemed to be trying to cleanse our minds, our sadness, ...the road.

So as a tribute to my father, I am working on this blogspot and a few other projects. Details to come soon. Thanks for reading. I am hoping that this site might help my family and me thru this difficult time.
kara