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Sunday, June 4, 2006 11:48 PM CDT

I'm working on closing this site. It's time. Time for a change. Maybe a change of luck will follow!

Over the next few days, I'll be refining the front page so that it is more of a memorial page for Dave. The first thing I did was update the links to the Union-Bulletin articles about Dave. They had been retired from the U-B site, so I took my saved copies and linked to them. So if you haven't seen those articles, or got broken links before, check them out above. Got a bit more work to do, then I will then save the front page, the journal history and the guestbook to cd for the kids to have in years to come. I will plan to keep this site open until around the anniversary of Dave's death, which should give occasional visitors a chance to catch up and find us at our new place...

Rest assured, there will still be a cyberhome where you can track the happenings (or mishaps, as the case may be) of Team Meyer. Check out the new blog: The Meyer Family Space

I'll be making the first update with Kate's dance recital. I'm working on getting some pictures and video together to post there tomorrow. She was beyond beautiful, and both brothers were in the audience, a little worse for wear, but on the mend, each giving her a yellow rose after she danced. It was a good night, and I'm holding tight to the belief that it's a corner turned.

Sleep well, all....
Love, Shelley

PS. Our dearest Amanda Biddle made a graduation speech...check out this link: U-B Article on 2006 WaHi Graduation


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