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I am the eldest of 12 and since my father has died I have found 3 other siblings never met. I was so excited till I find like all the rest there is no time for me I live 4 maybe five hours from the new ones found And 4000 miles from the ones I grew up with. The new ones speak with my family 4000 miles away and not me either I tried but had no success as I try to talk with them ,they also speak to my family in alberta and then I just sit and watch them on cam with no conversation. I say If your busy we can talk another time. They say No hun we don't want you to go. But still No talk then cam is shut off andI finally said Good Night For a reply of yeah hun u 2 :( Also My brother was to call me I had a translator here all day and No call. I am closer yet thier status says can't wait to meet you all and if I find a job Im moving to Calgary. Or Im a redneck woman Calgary here I come Nothing of meetin me and plans were for them to come meet me This week now thats changed We are all on same msn and since my sisters have joined my msn who I grew up with all my life have been on NOT 1 of them try to talk But on here they do send Love you's and miss you's Well I believe there is more to showing love then sayin it on one page of internet Not 1 phone call OOps I take that back I have had 1 sister call for my birthdays however that has also stopped I found out through an email my father was sick and then had to call to find out the bad news Tell me is this love or even a family I don't believe so . To me Love is shown and not just 3 simple words typed So today I am feelin like an only child and if I had done something to deserve this treatment I don't know what it is I didn't even want to go back for my own fathers funeral Not into fake or phony Love So I died the day my father did I feel Tell me am I wrong or right in feelin like I do Since 1999 I have spoke with my family maybe 6 times Thats not Love no one calls and if it is cause too expensive Then remember MSN is free. I don't call cause why should I be the only one I love my family very much but don't feel like I exist unless something drastic happens and then emails tell me.My daughters mother in law new of my father and I didn't HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO thats not right either Now you all moght be mad or not like this But this is how I feel after you read this I will be gone from here Take care and Love you I really do I have raised my children to not only say I love you but show it no matter if they agree or don't agree with the others life's choices they are family and must show it as well as say it and through the miles they are separated I believe they do For that Im proud

This is a must read I did and couldn't believe a 20 yr old could be so brave after going through so much Proud of you Shannon Agent Orange the ultimate victor in the end Print this ArticleEmail this ArticleMagnify TextBookmark this ArticleShare on FacebookDigg this ArticleStumble Upon this ArticleBookmark with del.icio.usLive BookmarkAdd to TechnoratiTOOL HELPBy SHANNON BUCK For the Daily Gleaner Published Friday June 1st, 2007 Appeared on page B7 Your mission to destroy the forests of New Brunswick has become a greater success than ever imaginable. Not only have your toxins damaged the growth of Camp Gagetown's foliage, but in addition, you have succeeded in ruining the lives of countless human beings. The rate of disease among those working and living in Camp Gagetown's vicinity has never been so high. Both employees coming into direct contact with you, as well as those who innocently breathed in your presence, have fallen victim to disease and death at very young ages. Take Grant Buck for example, a resident of Fredericton who worked at Camp Gagetown during his earlier years while you, Agent Orange, were also present. Grant had never smoked a cigarette in his life, and he had never been drunk. He led a life full of love for everything and everyone, yet he found himself dying in a hospital bed at the age of 65. I remember going to visit him one afternoon at the Oromocto Hospital. I entered Grant's room to find him lying in bed, his back to the door. I said hello, but he could not turn over to acknowledge my presence because he was in so much pain. As I approached, I saw that his skin had turned yellow again, a result of a malfunctioning liver. He had tubes around his neck and in his nose. There were bags with bubbles hanging over his head. Oxygen, I was told. He tried to say hello, but gurgled instead. There was a vomit bucket placed on the bedside table. Grant smacked his lips and the woman sitting next to the helpless man fed him ice chips from a spoon. This dedicated woman was my mother. The man wheezed and then finally managed to say hello. His voice was barely audible. I climbed onto the bed, kissed his forehead and tried to give him a hug, but he could not hug me back. This man was my father, and here he was, stuck in bed, too weak to hug me back. This is the same father who used to request a big hug with two arms and say, "What kind of a hug was that? Hug me again." The IV screamed because I had moved his hand too much. As I looked over the rest of his body, I noticed that his stomach was bloated. Liquid, the doctor said. They were going to have to limit his intake because there was too much liquid in his system. Was he not dehydrated the day before? I did not understand. Dad's temperature was still rising. I could see his collarbone, that was a first. He asked me what was new, but the conversation was choppy as he drifted in and out of consciousness thanks to the painkillers. Mom pulled me aside and told me my brother was going to be flying into town for Thursday. It was the earliest he could get home. Mom then asked me if I would like to be called if she knew Dad's time was falling short. "Of course," I said. I wanted to be there. The tissue at the hospital felt like sandpaper, and I remember laughing about that. We cried some more and then returned to the room where Grant Buck, a loving father, husband, son, brother and friend was about to die of cancer. There you have it, Agent Orange. Another life gone, and all thanks to you. Grant battled cancer for 15 years, and he had undergone treatments including medication and radiation and another medication and surgery and more medication and chemotherapy followed by further medication. In the end however, your method of attack was sneaky and your weapon unbeatable, and you became the almighty conqueror. What a hit you were Agent Orange; a success indeed! And to think the government tried to keep your talents hidden. Shannon Buck lives in New Maryland, N.B.

I recieved an email today from my family 4000 miles away in Calgary Alberta. My father had an anurizum which ruptured in a heart valve and was havin emergency surgery. He pulled through but in ICU well tonight at 11:30 pm found out he had passed. My days dilemmas well June 10th is my youngest daughter Iris's birthday :( she turned 22 Saturday June 16th my eldest daughter is to be married she's 24 and now The funeral to bury my father soon Not sure which to do So when I think of these I thought of this Dad Dad...so many images come to mind whenever I speak your name; It seems without you in my life things have never been the same. What happened to those lazy days when I was just a child; When my life was consumed in you in your love, and in your smile. What happened to all those times when I always looked to you; No matter what happened in my life you could make my gray skies blue. Dad, some days I hear your voice and turn to see your face; Yet in my turning...it seems the sound has been erased. Dad, who will I turn to for answers when life does not make sense; Who will be there to hold me close when the pieces just don't fit. Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time and once more hear your voice; I'd tell you that out of all the dads you would still be my choice. Please always know I love you and no one can take your place; Years may come and go but your memory will never be erased. Today, Jesus, as You are listening in your home above; Would you go and find my dad and give him all my love.

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One of my waitresses Shannon Buck age 19 wrote this article I am so proud of what she has and is about to accomplish in her life She is a strong vibrant couragious Girl who no matter what smiles and treats the customers Like family like our Slogan says HillTop Dining where Your treated like family Please read the article it is awesome Posted in the Daily Gleaner Here's the link also http://www.canadaeast.com/ce2/docroot/article.php?articleID=2946 Agent Orange the ultimate victor in the end Print this ArticleEmail this ArticleMagnify TextBookmark this ArticleShare on FacebookDigg this ArticleBookmark with del.icio.usLive BookmarkAdd to TechnoratiTOOL HELPBy SHANNON BUCK For the Daily Gleaner Published Friday June 1st, 2007 Appeared on page B7 Your mission to destroy the forests of New Brunswick has become a greater success than ever imaginable. Not only have your toxins damaged the growth of Camp Gagetown's foliage, but in addition, you have succeeded in ruining the lives of countless human beings. The rate of disease among those working and living in Camp Gagetown's vicinity has never been so high. Both employees coming into direct contact with you, as well as those who innocently breathed in your presence, have fallen victim to disease and death at very young ages. Take Grant Buck for example, a resident of Fredericton who worked at Camp Gagetown during his earlier years while you, Agent Orange, were also present. Grant had never smoked a cigarette in his life, and he had never been drunk. He led a life full of love for everything and everyone, yet he found himself dying in a hospital bed at the age of 65. I remember going to visit him one afternoon at the Oromocto Hospital. I entered Grant's room to find him lying in bed, his back to the door. I said hello, but he could not turn over to acknowledge my presence because he was in so much pain. As I approached, I saw that his skin had turned yellow again, a result of a malfunctioning liver. He had tubes around his neck and in his nose. There were bags with bubbles hanging over his head. Oxygen, I was told. He tried to say hello, but gurgled instead. There was a vomit bucket placed on the bedside table. Grant smacked his lips and the woman sitting next to the helpless man fed him ice chips from a spoon. This dedicated woman was my mother. The man wheezed and then finally managed to say hello. His voice was barely audible. I climbed onto the bed, kissed his forehead and tried to give him a hug, but he could not hug me back. This man was my father, and here he was, stuck in bed, too weak to hug me back. This is the same father who used to request a big hug with two arms and say, "What kind of a hug was that? Hug me again." The IV screamed because I had moved his hand too much. As I looked over the rest of his body, I noticed that his stomach was bloated. Liquid, the doctor said. They were going to have to limit his intake because there was too much liquid in his system. Was he not dehydrated the day before? I did not understand. Dad's temperature was still rising. I could see his collarbone, that was a first. He asked me what was new, but the conversation was choppy as he drifted in and out of consciousness thanks to the painkillers. Mom pulled me aside and told me my brother was going to be flying into town for Thursday. It was the earliest he could get home. Mom then asked me if I would like to be called if she knew Dad's time was falling short. "Of course," I said. I wanted to be there. The tissue at the hospital felt like sandpaper, and I remember laughing about that. We cried some more and then returned to the room where Grant Buck, a loving father, husband, son, brother and friend was about to die of cancer. There you have it, Agent Orange. Another life gone, and all thanks to you. Grant battled cancer for 15 years, and he had undergone treatments including medication and radiation and another medication and surgery and more medication and chemotherapy followed by further medication. In the end however, your method of attack was sneaky and your weapon unbeatable, and you became the almighty conqueror. What a hit you were Agent Orange; a success indeed! And to think the government tried to keep your talents hidden. Shannon Buck lives in New Maryland, N.B.

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Love is patient with a life That brings its share of pain. We know sometime there is an end To the most stubborn rain. We know the sun comes out again On a world that's fresh and new, And all the gifts we freely give Somewhere, sometime accrue. We know sometimes we have to wait For life to come around, And sometimes that it won't, but still There's some good to be found. And even when things happen that Your soul can hardly bear, Know that I'll be next to you; My love is always there. @};---;-- SweetDesire