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Beau Wann, Jr.
Good morning Class ! I want to thank the entire class of 64 and those of other classes for the outpouring of sympathy, prayers and concerns during this difficult time. I would name all the names, but probably would leave some out. I've written them down, and they are safe in the "around here somewhere" file.
Diane spent from Saturday last till yesterday with her mom and dad. Of course we were in constant contact, via cell phone. I told her to get on her parents computer, which was difficult, because they have married a Macintosh and comodore 64 together somehow, and onto the Waltrip 64 website and show her parents the response....they were overwhelmed! It was a very welcome and theraputic response for them, and I thank you from t he bottom of my heart...and so does Diane.
Lots of encouraging and beautiful emails and text messages....There were even home visits from Paige and Richard and J.C. Mosier....Richard and Paige live literally around the corner, and pledged any assistance, as did JC...he gave them numbers where he could be reached should they require any help....WOW... Max and Jeanine were just blown away. Sure made my heart swell ! ! ! Once again, you have my most sincere and heartfelt thanks possible.
Last Sunday morning, Richard Meek and I left on the long trek to Uvalde...I'd been there before, but dont remember it being that far away...did they move it? That'd be just like those people, whoever those people are, that move towns and things around, just to cornfuse your. Anyway, what a long and boring trip it would have been if not for my good friend Richard...it was long, but not boring....we sang Louie Louie, and "shes real fine, my 409" all the way there, and Handals Messiah all the way back. When we hit Shulenburg and the storm, for two hours till we got to Chappell Hill, we sang The Lords Prayer and the 23rd Psalm...
Richard was thinking about staying the night, but missed Paige too much, so he left during the height of the storm...took him almost 2 hours to make a one hour trip...but he arrived home safely, thankfully ! ! !
after 12 hours in the truck, my back was screaming when I got home, and is still screaming....I'm running out of Hdracodone....I generally only take it as a last resort although it says take one, three times a day...I take two at a time, otherwise it doesnt work...so, been sort of relaxing and doing nothing...well, almost nothing...did some tractor work yesterday, and been trying to put my new garage together and house work and taking care of the critters, otherwise, just goofing off ! ! !
Saw most of the class of 64 roster at Ricks services...once again, wow !
First stop, DPS in Uvalde...officer Crystal Cantu was the soul of compassion, politeness and professionalism. What a credit to the men and women that wear the DPS uniform. Then on to Leaky to get more personal effects from the Leaky auto parts and wrecker service...I must say, they werent like I would expect in Houston. Tammie Albarado with the wrecker service was also as polite and compassionate as could be. She opened up the store, and wrecker yard, on a Sunday, just to give us Ricks saddle bag contents and to take pictures of the bike. It was not damaged as much as I had imagined. I think it is repairable !
Tammie later on this past week even sent several heartfelt and beautiful text messages to me...has the w hirld gotten softer and gentler? It's encouraging...
Ricks and his riding friends were staying at the Best Western in Kerrville...After the tragic accident, they all went back to the motel to check out and go home! When told of the tragedy, the motel COMPT all the rooms....am I on another planet? the twilight zone? If I ever leave home for a night, I know where I'm going to stay, BEST WESTERN....
I've rambled on long enough...to those of you that have responded to this tragic event, I thank you, and I know the Cunninghams are ever in your debt. It has been hard on the parents, as you can full well imagine, and some of you have also experienced it first hand...I am so sorry we werent there for you...had we known....not a day goes by that I dont think of those classmates that have suffered that worst of all tragedys, the loss of a child....and grandchild...
Thank you once again, class of 64 and other classes...we or ever in your debt...
your frien and brother-in-classmate....Homer Stacy Jones....(my moms dads name) isnt it cool?
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