May God comfort and bless you Dave, and Her Mom and Sister.
At the memorial for the Columbia crew this week,
my favorite hymn was played:
When peace like a river attends my way,
when sorrow like sea billows roll,
Whatever my lot, YOU have taught me to say “It is well, it is well with my soul”.
2003…the year to bloom!!
Dublin,
I just wanted to tell you that I have always looked forward to your posts. I regret that I never got a chance to chat with you, especially since you live in my old hometown. I do know, however, that you will always be with us here on this BB. You have touched so many of us, probably without even knowing the magnitude of it! I am not good at this, but I wanted you to know that I am praying for you and your family.
I hope you know how much love there is for you here.
ximmer
My deepest condolences… 
…
formerly cfc
Lord Helpus-
When I read that post, my stomach flipped. Things like that don’t just happen out of coincidence, I’m sure dublin was watching over you. 
Member of the Ocularly Challenged Equine Support Group
dear Dave, thank you for sharing DeeDee with us. and please accept my heartfelt sympathy and condolences…
Dear Dublin, up you go, girl… please kiss my Bobby for me.
xoxo
Gail
Dave,
I am so sorry.
She is in a much better place now, you are right…riding and singing and laughing. They say the dead can hear our thoughts, you know.
Dublin, I never had the chance to know you, but you have touched my life and my heart. God bless you, and may your spirit fly free…
>^.,.^<
~~Linda
“My treasures do not clink or glitter; they gleam in the sun and neigh in the night”
Prayers for Dublin and David and for Weatherford, who has her own awful decision to make with Caruso.
Rest in Peace
“Spot”
I am so so sorry 
Break out the sunscreen and pass the Daqueri’s… Its a balmy 3C
My condolences…
Count me in on an ad, although I never truely interacted with Dublin, I always looked forward to her posts here on the board.
How sad…
Xctrygirl and I are passing the kleenex on MSN messenger…
Lots of prayers are coming Dublin’s way.
“Is it an African or an European swallow?” --Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Crying as quietly as I can, so no one in the office can hear…
Peace to you Dublin and David.
David, how strong you are and have been. God will take care of her for you now.
This quote has always given me comfort in considering death, given its inescapable logic. It is Socrates, as quoted by Plato, talking to to his followers before his death by hemlock poisioning after having been condemned. He explains why he has no fear of death:
"Let us reflect in another way, and we shall see that there is great reason to hope that death is a good; for one of two things - either death is a state of nothingness and utter unconciousness, or, as men say, there is a change and migration of the soul from this world to another. Now if you suppose that there is no consciousness, but a sleep like the sleep of him who is undisturbed even by dreams, death will be an unspeakable gain. For if a person were to select the night in which his sleep was undisturbed even by dreams, and were to compare with this the other days and nights of his life, and then were to tell us how many days and nights he had passed in the course of his life better and more pleasantly than this one, I think that any man, I will not say a private man, but even the great king will not find many such days or nights, when compared with the others. Now if death be of such a nature, I say that to die is gain; for eternity is then only a single night.
But if death is the journey to another place, and there, as men say, all the dead abide, what good, O my friends and judges, can be greater than this? If indeed when the pilgrim arrives in the world below, he is delivered from the professors of justice in this world, and finds the true judges who are said to give no judgment there, Minos and Rhadamanthus and Aeacus and Triptolemus, and other sons of God who were righteous in their own life, that pilgrimage will be worth making. What would not a man give if he might converse with Orpheus and Musaeus and Hesiod and Homer? Nay, if this be true, let me die again and again. I myself, too, shall have a wonderful interest in there meeting and conversing with Palamedes, and Ajax the son of Telamon, and any other ancient hero who has suffered death through an unjust judgment; and there will be small pleasure, as I think, in comparing my own sufferings with theirs. Above all, I shall then be able to continue my search into true and false knowledge; as in this world, so also in the next; and I shall find out who is wise, and who pretends to be wise, and is not. What would not a man give, O judges, to be able to examine the leader of the great Trojan expedition; or Odysseus or Sisyphus, or numberless others, men and women too! What infinite delight would there be in conversing with them and asking them questions! In another world they do not put a man to death for asking questions: assuredly not. For besides being happier than we are, they will be immortal, if what is said is true.
Wherefore, O judges, be of good cheer about death, and know of a certainty, that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death. He and his are not neglected by the gods; nor has my own approaching end happened by mere chance. But I see clearly that the time had arrived when it was better for me to die and be released from trouble, wherefore the oracle gave no sign. For which reason, also, I am not angry with my condemners, or with my accusers; they have done me no harm, although they did not mean to do me any good; and for this I may gently blame them."
Plato (quoting Socrates), Apology, 40-41
I am so sorry. I feel as though I lost a member of my own family and in a way I realize now that I did…This is a poem I read at my grandmothers funeral and once again I find it fitting for the moment.
“The Measure of a Woman”
Not-How did she die? But how did she live?
Not-What did she gain? But-What did she give?
These are the units that measure the worth
Of a woman as a woman, regardless of birth.
Not- What was her station? But Had she a heart?
And-How did she play her GOD given part?
Was she ever ready with a word of good cheer?
To Bring back a smile? Or banish a tear?
Not-What was her shrine? Nor-what was her creed?
But-Had she befriended those really in need?
Not-What was her way?
But-How many were sorry when she passed away?
For she left a good name that will always remain.
“Author Unknown”
Rest in Peace our darling Dublin. May the rides over the Rainbow Bridge be forever wonderful. My own Tommy will be there for repeated rides. Please tell him I love him…
For your family…
I cannot say anything that will bring comfort but remember.
God has another lovely angel and our darling Dublin will watch over all foever…
“I am not deaf! I’m ignoring you!”
“God took a hand of southerly wind, blew his breath upon it and created the horse”
Oh Wow…I’m so sorry David and family Hugs*
I’m speechless for once.
And life is what we make it, always has been always will be" -Grandma Moses (in honor of Dublin)
Since this is a public place, DARN DARN DARN!
What if the Hokey Pokey IS what its all about?
DD needs your prayers more than anything today.
“Proud Member Of The I Loff Starman Babies, Sunnieflax and Horse Boxes Cliques” Bora Da
Sending my deepest condolences and many prayers your way~ Peace be with you, Dublin… SUZ
~Proud member of the Baby Aiden Cyber Support Group~
“KICK ON!” 
SC’er’s CliqueGroup W Bench Clique*
I can’t make it either but would be honoured to make a donation.
“If you are going through hell, keep going.” ~Churchill~
For Dublin, I did not wright it, but I thought it was fitting. I did not know Dublin, but read her posts, and she was such a wonderful person.
Bridge of Love
There is a bridge of love
From our hearts to you
Where we’ve built love and memories
And admiration too.
This bridge of love is strongly built
To stretch far and wide
Keeping thoughts of our precious angels
Always by our sides
[I]It is only at the tree loaded with fruit that the people throw stones.
Dublin,
I did not know you except from reading your posts. As a fellow TB devotee, please feel free to ride mine. He is waiting for you, and when your new journey begins and he will give you the ride of your new life!
Quantum Physics meet Dressage…Superposition Position
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