Poet Horton

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Poet I have met a man his name is Johney. He lives and works in North Carolina. I think you would like him and approve of him. He is a good guy, a scooter tramp from the old school, much like yourself. He thinks the world of me, Charli Rose and Macina Lyn as well and has all of our best interests at heart. This isn’t something that I’d ever thought I’d have to do in my lifetime. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone else in this world for me, it was always only you and you alone my love. But life isn’t made to be spent alone and I’m tired of being alone. I’m lucky in that I have a large family and a lot of friends that are there for me, but it just isn’t the same as having some one to share your love and life with.

I miss you so very much. Every day is a living hell without you. If it wasn’t for our two daughters that you left behind I would have taken my life that night, in order to go along with you on the next journey that we are all suppossed to go on after this life time here on earth. We now have a grand daughter, she was born on December 23, 2009. Her name is Feori Nichole Dunn, a real beauty, you would just adore her. I can see you holding her, tossing her into the air, feeding her and taking care of her the way a doting grandfather should.

Macina, Charli Rose and I took the grand baby down to your parents house the other week. I’m embarrassed to say that it was the first time that have seen your folks since you left us. It was a hard visit, but a heart felt one and one that was long over due and I’m glad that we finally gathered our courage up and made the trip.

I always knew that your brothers all look so much alike, but it really took my breathe away when I saw your brother Dickie, I thought that I was going to lose it, but the girls gave me the strength that was needed to keep it all together. God I miss you terribly baby and I’m sorry that we took so long to go down and visit them, but know that we will make sure that we go down more often in the future.

 This is very difficult for me, the guilt trips are horrible and I’m hoping that I’m doing the right thing. I’m trying hard to keep it together, not for me but for our girls and for your memory Poet.

Just Another Day Without You

Grand Babies

Poet, my love, tonight or tomorrow you and I will become grandparents. Macina and Doug are bringing into the world the next generation of the Hortons and the Manvells and unfortunately the Dunns. I fear for our grand daughter and I wish that you were here with me to bring this new baby into this screwed up world. Her name will be Feori Nichole Dunn and I’m sure she will a most beautiful child and I can’t wait to meet her.

You can be assured that I will be telling her many stories about her grandfather and I will do my best to be the best grandparent that I can manage to be, God willing!

Cadance Memories

Poet you used to sing different cadance songs to me. How I used to enjoy listening to those. What a turn on those were. You’ll always be my soldier boy.

Popeye

Those Were The Days

I Knew You So Well

Poet, I knew that you would appreciate this, I just know it.

Poet’s Song

While I was busy making a 1970’s life and home for my young family, my sister was riding Harleys and partying with Poet all over the country. My name is Noreen, and after many years on the road and a baby girl needing a daddy, Poet eventually married my sister, Lori.

Back in the 70’s and 80’s, music was a huge influence in our lives. Not only was music in our blood, our parents and grandparents were musicians and entertainers, but the music on the radio and in the clubs told the story of our lives.

One day I was going through my cassette collection looking for songs for an upcoming DJ gig, when Poet asked if I had anything by the Bellamy Brothers. As a matter of fact, I had their greatest hits album, so I played that for him. As I listened to the words of “He’s An Old Hippie” we realized that this song was all about the Poet who I knew. So here it is:

Our Song

Poet and I had been together well over 5 years when we were somewhere with a group of friends when we were asked what “our song” was. We looked at each other, dumb founded, and stated that all music was “our song” and then we went onto other topics to discuss.

Later that evening we were laughing about not having one specific song that we could claim to be “our song” and after much discusion we decided that I Want to Kiss You All Over was the one song that we would feel comfortable in having labeled as “our song”

I have been avoiding music since September 4th, I just can’t listen to it without crying. Our relationship was based on music. I mean his name is Poet and I was a dancer, so our 30 years together was a dance and music was a part of our daily life. It isn’t easy avoiding music, it is everywhere, grocery shopping is the worse, they always have music playing and it makes the task of shopping a real struggle. I used to enjoy shopping, but now I dread going to any store.

I knew that one day I would hear the song by Exile of I Want to Kiss You All Over and I was dreading hearing it, and when I did finally hear it I broke down and had to leave the area in tears, with my hands over my ears, trying to keep the song out of my head and heart.

I would like to post that song, our song here and now, I just can’t listen to it as of yet.