Well, I'll add my two cents worth about Buddy........

I didn't know him except over the e-mail. We were Seabees and that brought us together. Now I find out he lived in Forsyth, GA, and 20 years ago my family and I lived in Macon ('79-'83). I enjoyed his e-mails and will miss them. My prayers are with his family.

As an aside, I have tried to encourage the Seabees here in Las Vegas to write down their military/Seabee history so their children, grandchildren and others can read of their accomplishments in life. No heroics, just the things that you best remember. I wish I had that from my Dad, so maybe I can leave some history for my grandkids. Any on this mail list that fits that shoe, please write it down so that unique history is not lost.

Buddy Howard
Graveside Service

When somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel, and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow. A bird gives the message back to the world, and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry. People disappear, but they never really go away.

The spirits up there put the sun to bed, wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the day-time, when they're supposed to be sleeping. They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets and make waves splash and tug at the tide. They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when they sing wind-songs, they whisper to us, "Don't miss me too much. The view is nice and I'm doing just fine."

- Ashley

Best regards,
Scott Williams, MCB 2, MCB 3, Kodiak
Las Vegas, NV
williash@aol.com