This page is dedicated to the man who has been the greatest influence in my life. He taught me that everyone you meet bears a very special gift, and that every gift is worth finding. He taught me to look for the gift, however small, and nurture it, then watch it flourish.

          This page is dedicated to my father,
          Jack Brayshaw
          (May 31, 1925 - September 4, 1988)

          Wrapped in the Angels' arms.
          At peace.

          Thank you, Papa.

          Stella!'s Wayward Friends

          Each of these people has given me
          The gift of friendship.
          For their love and support,
          I will always be grateful.
          For their smiles and their laughter,
          they will always be remembered.

          APunkin:
          "Punk" has been my bestest buddyroo and PodPal for as long as I've been online. She's sweet, gentle, and as pretty as a Texas Rose....and the greatest Trouble-Makin' Buddy a Stella! ever had. She knows how to listen when I'm down, straighten me out when my thinking is crooked, and make me laugh fit to bust.

          Claytonde:
          He slays dragons and ankle-biters. When I'm hungry, he forages for nuts and berries. He is always ready to cheer me up with a "rose" and a "smiley" and sometimes a "lips". Clay is a dear and treasured friend. And, if I ever get down his way, he's promised to let me make a pot of chili, fetch beer, and join him and his friends while they watch a football game! As long as I promise to keep my mouth shut, that is. Thanks Clay....You're the best! *hugz*

          Cowboy:
          OK, I'm only gonna tell you one more time. No, she's not...... no, I haven't.... no, I have no idea.....and....... hello to you too. Sheesh. Bless ya Cowdude, you make chatting fun!!!

          Hatter:
          OK, hon. Tell the truth and shame the devil....*s* How do you REALLY get on the slut list????? Thanks for all your help over the years, sweety. You really ARE a prince among men, and I miss you and my home away from home. *GMAO*

          Marco Polo aka Archersword:
          Larry can make the sun shine on the cloudiest day, and make me laugh when things seem their darkest. I love you. More than I can say.

          Steve:
          High up on Stella! Rock, in a secret garden, there is a quiet backwater, where dogs and Angels dance, and children sing. Here, you can consider the Monarch as it wafts on fragrant breezes, and rest in the shade of a venerable maple tree.

          I thank you Stephen, for teaching me to live with honour, for helping me to remember what's important, and for sharing your life with me. For all these things, and for an evening in Paris, I will always be grateful.

          VLOSWLF

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