This is a forwarded message From: .... valentine53179 Subject: in only a few days, we will approach the anniversary date... tessi http://searches2.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/read/REEVES/2010-07/1279864206 or http://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=109418145776003&id=30234869579 if you have the time, make a visit to FIndaAGrave.. the link is included in the details above. Tell the family, that you remember....and send a note to tessi.thedockbabe@gmail.com ++++++++++++++ People have internet friends.. they know the person - but they dont. Not really. People feel an attachment to the person but it is via the word choice, the expression and some small selection of attachments that come thru the internet waves... A small, insignificant slice of an entire life. We dont ever want to be placed in the position of having the fact that 98% of the person we think we know is kept from us because of the internet, but such is the case. Such is this case. Tessi, the dock babe, was known by thousands of people in very public mailing lists but it was just a slice ofher essence and interest that we knew. Her leavetaking has touched so many... We can all hope that Dennis, herself and her 'little luvs' did have a best experience in the earthlife and are in the heaven life now. The internet has placed people into relationships that would not have been considered as recent as 5 years ago. There is no way to shoutout to the family. The readers are dependent on somone of the family to know about the interests of the loved one. Dependent on passwords and mention of the internet lives that many of us have. Such is the case with Tessi. Thousands knew her name. This is not an exaggeration. Thousands. Thousands will read the sad statements in the Alpena News. They will miss all the jjoking and thee stories and the little stones that were in the river bed as Tessi unfolded a small section of her life to us. The internet makes this so. The internet makes the speed of the information a quick as the ability of the reader to read but it also shelters much of the information by the writer for safety and security. It is a double edged sword. We love the internet. We hate the internet. At the end of a relationship, there results in a loss much like having the last two pages of a book removed by the author. From: .... valentine53179 Date: Wed, Jul 7, 2010 Tho I do it, it makes me physically ill and sometimes disgusted that i feel the need to give such attention to people a-f-t-e-r they are gone from me...... Today is not the first and willl not be the last exercise to try to catch up to what I have prematurely lost. The internet makes it so.... In the land of internet, we are close but we are also very far from each other...sometimes very very far from the very people we encourage to enter our lives... . And in the trust that we feel thru the words we read, we dont invade the lives of others... It bothers me that I know so little about someone that I 'talked to' and recognized for so long. It bothers me that the chance to know more will not come again... We enjoy the personages, the spark, the magic of many we write to as if they will always be around us and then poof they are gone from us. We are left wondering about the person as a whole, not just little tidbits of a full life that were let thru the invisible lines of the home page of a list or facebook....... We are left to scout the internet, with each search a little hope that will let us inside the door; inside the private curtain, that each of us pull over ourselves because the internet is so very very wide world! and so very very dangerous... We need to be this way, but it forces us to dole out only little snippets of our lives to people we likely would enjoy face to face... That we can build a vision that is kept from us on regular emails, even facebook, picture included is less than what we all need for dealing with a loss..... We need everything we can possible get to satisfy a NEED TO KNOW... It is the way of genealogists world over... The NEED TO KNOW. The NEED TO APPRECIATE everything that we know....and to then learn still more! Some of us have spent lifetimes doing this. .. Today, tonight, many of us found out just how little we know about another that we love... We know that we loved her. Her written voice to us and our written voices in response all showed the embracement that comes with the undefined love of another... As we look back, I suspect we would want to know more about all the different jobs she had... if she could sing, draw or play great poker... We'd want to kno more about the dock that gave her the DOCK BABE MONIKER, more about each of the Lil luvs... What they talked about on the drives with grandma, what they thought was funny, what they liked to read at the library, what made them most happy, most giddy and sad and what they wanted to be when they grew up... What they whispered to Tessi and to Dennis and what they did that was the best time of their lives... What they talked about just before they closed their eyes for sleep after the prayers that we knew they said... I suspect we wanted to know more about what Tessi did to dress up to celebrate or what she thought when she pulled over on the road and took a picture to send us... what she thought about in the quiet times; when she watched the luvs sleep, what she and dennis talked about in the dark, what they wanted to do when THEY grew up! how they met and when they married.... what she thought about on her trip to visit with her lost sister... I know that I wanted to know enough to know her if she passed me in the street. I wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to see the smile that matched the words... Since 2005, she wrote to me and to others on the lists.. We touched base here and there, exchanged emails with pictures, rattled about nothing that amounted to much. I look back and feel that i missed out! I will catch myself sending an email to the dockbabe and someday, it will be returned as undeliverable... it may be a very long time. Gmail will keep receiving emails. When it reaches the max, I'll get a full mailbox message... And I will have to accept that April held a very sad morning.... and the tessi.thedockbabe@gmail.com created on 7 7 2005 exactly 5 years ago (from the original writing) will no longer accept messages by our tessi..