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Goodbye My Friend

At our ages (I'm 66), we have lost and will lose many dear and close friends, many of whom inspired us to higher and higher levels of musicianship and other disciplines. Please accept my most earnest condolences and continue to do your friend and brother, Lyle Lloyd Lingle proud as you did in your most eloquent OP.
 
At our ages (I'm 66), we have lost and will lose many dear and close friends, many of whom inspired us to higher and higher levels of musicianship and other disciplines. Please accept my most earnest condolences and continue to do your friend and brother, Lyle Lloyd Lingle proud as you did in your most eloquent OP.

Thank you. I will try, but I'm not a quarter the bass player he was, although I have fun in my mediocrity. I'm 62, so it's expected to some degree, but this one stings.

And thanks also for your very kind words. I think his best friend, Marshall (they were next-door neighbors and friends from childhood) will post a link of our thread to the High School Facebook page.

I thought: what better place to remember him than among his bass playing sisters and brothers. And I don't belong to the Book of Faces.
 
That sucks, I'm sorry. Looks like he played one Jazz bass for all those years. Nice. It also looks like he had a cool musical life. Thank you for sharing. I'll raise a beer to your friend this weekend.


Thank you. Yes, I expect that his family still has it now. It was about a 75-76 if I recall correctly. He certainly had a full lifetime of musical memories and South Florida fun. I'm sure he'd be pleased with your toast, as well as all the fine words y'all have shared with me and each other today.
 
My condolences for your loss.

I've buried my parents, grandparents, and I'm a widow from a previous marriage. Too many funerals.

I can only tell you two things they taught me:

IF it was up to me, they'd still be here. But . . . it wasn't up to me.

And that I can only trust these things are working to a plan I'll never know, and I have to have the faith that is the truth. I shall see them again one day.