<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620</id><updated>2008-10-04T23:18:12.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too sexy for my hair: The Lori Miller Memorial Project</title><subtitle type='html'>Battling stage IV cancer since the age of 27</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/atom.xml?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Lori Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13068593913903666894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-5176686160885302822</id><published>2008-02-14T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:16:13.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Hunger Goodbye... Happy Valentine's Day Sweetpea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.carymiller.net/images/2008/02/kiss-hunger-goodbye.jpg" alt="Kiss-Hunger-Goodbye" align="left" border="0" height="231" hspace="8" vspace="4" width="252" /&gt;As most of you know by now, my dear wife Lori was all about giving to those less fortunate... at the drop of a hat she would give her time, her heart, and her hard-earned cash to help out those in need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, on Valentine's Day, and in honor of Lori's incredibly giving spirit, we've decided to carry on those acts of kindness by donating to both &lt;a href="http://secure.heifer.org/card2.asp?icard=igKQIZPEKgJPKZMrE5KJLSNALiKSLZMuGkF" rel="tag"&gt;heifer.org&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="https://www.kiva.org/app.php?page=register&amp;amp;amp;_isc=cad7a5f8-f58a-102a-bc82-f9ce1a1a31a9" rel="tag"&gt;kiva.org&lt;/a&gt; in Lori's name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have all done an amazing job in supporting me and my family during this trying time, but I hope you will consider making &lt;em&gt;a small donation&lt;/em&gt; as well... it doesn't have to be much, &lt;strong&gt;because every little bit helps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lori, my sweet––&lt;em&gt;I love you more than life itself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could never possibly convey how much your love and presence has changed my life. You are in my thoughts every waking moment, helping me through the long struggle of my days, comforting me in my darkest hours, and easing me to sleep at night with the gentle embrace of your love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care my beloved, until we meet again... certainly in a life hereafter, possibly sooner in my dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, Baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your loving man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;––Jellybean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/5176686160885302822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=5176686160885302822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/5176686160885302822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/5176686160885302822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2008/02/kiss-hunger-goodbye-happy-valentines.html' title='Kiss Hunger Goodbye... Happy Valentine&apos;s Day Sweetpea!'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-411866975642145117</id><published>2008-01-17T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:50:01.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Orchids Off Maui, A Whale's Tail, And Sunrise Over The Volcano</title><content type='html'>Hello friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd all enjoy the following e-mail I got from Nadine Semerau, who was kind enough to spread some gorgeous white orchids in the waters off of Maui, in memory of our beautiful Lori.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunrise paddle was breathtaking this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/USunrise-1-714826.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/USunrise-1-714820.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached a spot when the sun was high enough over Haleakala so the flowers could be seen, each paddler in the canoe (there were six of us) took a handful of the burgundy and white orchids and one person at a time tossed them into the water saying “This is for Lori.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Sunrise3-730379.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Sunrise3-730376.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current was moving towards the sunrise so we had thought the flowers would go that direction, but they came back to the boat and then formed a line in front of us. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Sunrise4-736047.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Sunrise4-736043.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, we started to paddle again when suddenly a whale in the distance put up her huge tail and went into the water. It was just as if Lori had planned it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Sunrise5-715711.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Sunrise5-715709.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the sunrise at the end of our paddle, one of the more beautiful sunrises I have seen while living in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Sunrise6-771429.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Sunrise6-771426.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were both in our thoughts and prayers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine Semerau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.waileapaddlers.com</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/411866975642145117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=411866975642145117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/411866975642145117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/411866975642145117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2008/01/white-orchids-off-maui-whales-tail-and.html' title='White Orchids Off Maui, A Whale&apos;s Tail, And Sunrise Over The Volcano'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-6173555876056717133</id><published>2008-01-15T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:11:01.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join The "Flowers For Lori" Memorial Group On Flickr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/e_hoogie/2189061448/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2154/2189061448_a19eeeb7c7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 1px solid ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are interested, we now have an official &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/flowersforlori/"&gt;Flowers For Lori group on flickr&lt;/a&gt;, where people across the globe can come together to share their impromptu "floral memorials" for Lori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you fellow flickrites will join in... and maybe even a few non-flickrites will decide to get in on the fun––&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; is free, so no reason not to join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make sure you &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/flowersforlori/pool/map?mode=group"&gt;check out the cool Group Map&lt;/a&gt;, so you can follow Lori's legacy around the world... &lt;em&gt;don't forget to click the pink buttons on the map.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my hope that this lovely new group will be active for years to come. I certainly plan on placing flower memorials for my dear wife whenever I get the chance, and in all corners of the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best,&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Love You Lori!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/6173555876056717133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=6173555876056717133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/6173555876056717133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/6173555876056717133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2008/01/come-join-flowers-for-lori-memorial.html' title='Join The &quot;Flowers For Lori&quot; Memorial Group On Flickr!'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-5243812317058789576</id><published>2008-01-09T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:59:19.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers For Lori, A Meditating Mutt, And A Pair Of Angel's Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/flowers1s-739260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/flowers1s-739257.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some people are simply too kind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently in an e-mail conversation with Amy Scher, who blogs at &lt;a href="http://www.healthcarehacks.com/"&gt;Healthcare Hacks&lt;/a&gt; (and is currently in India receiving Embryonic Stem Cell treatment for her own chronic illness,) when I mentioned that India was one of the next places that Lori &amp;amp; I had hoped to travel to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not missing a beat, Amy offered to pick some flowers for Lori and place them in a lovely spot in Hauz Khas village in New Delhi, as a sort of impromptu memorial. I told her Lori's favorite colors (burgundy, reds, and purples,) and a day later she sent back these wonderful photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Amy so graciously put it "You and Lori are both in my heart -- so you can never say you didn't go to India together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Amy... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you absolutely made my week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appearance of the meditating mutt, not to mention the "angel's wings" in the clouds, pretty much guarantees that Lori was there in spirit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We love you Lori!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/flowers2s-755849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/flowers2s-755844.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/angelwingss-747999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/angelwingss-747996.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/meditatingmutts-717886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/meditatingmutts-717883.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/5243812317058789576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=5243812317058789576&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/5243812317058789576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/5243812317058789576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2008/01/flowers-for-lori-meditating-mutt-and.html' title='Flowers For Lori, A Meditating Mutt, And A Pair Of Angel&apos;s Wings'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-8102563348546680989</id><published>2008-01-01T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:10:53.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming In The New Year, And Taking A Short Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/the-widower-4-1-731495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/the-widower-4-1-731490.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Friends: without going into a long, drawn-out explanation right here (&lt;a href="http://www.carymiller.net/finding-hope-in-the-depths-of-despair/"&gt;you can see the post I wrote last night on my personal blog for more details&lt;/a&gt;,) I am feeling a need to take a break from my dear wife's Memorial Project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't something that comes easy to me, but the reality is that the depth of my despair over the loss of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My One True Love&lt;/span&gt; is currently so powerful that I can not bear to torture myself with the wonderful memories I have of our past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some day (possibly even soon,) I hope to reach a personal space where my wife's legacy leaves me feelings of nothing but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Grace&lt;/span&gt;, right now, my emotions are so raw that the process is tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, in my darkest hour I reached out for some guidance, and amazingly it was there (&lt;a href="http://www.carymiller.net/finding-hope-in-the-depths-of-despair/"&gt;see this post for more&lt;/a&gt;.) So, beginning next week I will be attending a 14-week Workshop aimed at Completing Grief–––as I understand it, it's basically a goal-oriented step-by-step approach to processing the full extent of your pain and loss during bereavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for small miracles... I need someone to hold my hand through this one, and the incredible woman I would normally turn to in such a grave situation is the very one who is physically missing form my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori left me an amazing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Legacy of Love&lt;/span&gt;, and I plan on fully living up to that legacy by learning to both honor her incredible and irreplaceable presence in my life, and simultaneously striving to move &lt;strong&gt;beyond the pain of loss&lt;/strong&gt; and back out into &lt;strong&gt;the light of her love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing You All A Happy New year,&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Cary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/8102563348546680989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=8102563348546680989&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/8102563348546680989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/8102563348546680989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2008/01/welcoming-in-new-year-and-taking-short.html' title='Welcoming In The New Year, And Taking A Short Break'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-6675349384744692849</id><published>2007-12-27T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:55:24.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her Gorgeous Green Eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a magical photograph that could somehow capture the sparkling depth of my dear wife's eyes I would gladly share it with you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But alas I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, the image is forever embedded in my memory, right next to the delicate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sound of her voice&lt;/span&gt;, the divine &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scent of her skin&lt;/span&gt;, and the sublime &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;softness of her hands upon mine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori's gorgeous green eyes lit up my life in a way I have yet to completely comprehend. They peered deep into my soul, and much to my surprise, they liked what they saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved it in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I deserved such luck, but I am glad to have been the recipient of such a perfect, and unending love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the dimensions of time and space, life and death, love and loss... I can still see the spark of Lori's eyes, and it still warms the very depths of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you , sweetpea.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/6675349384744692849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=6675349384744692849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/6675349384744692849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/6675349384744692849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-19-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 19: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-8856130005140977878</id><published>2007-12-26T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:23:07.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Swimming With Dolphins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-Cary-and-Liko-776270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-Cary-and-Liko-776263.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we planned for our One Year Anniversary on the Big Island of Hawaii, there was one thing Lori knew for sure––she wanted to swim with dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of her illness, we had no idea whether we would get another chance to do this in the future, so instead of risking one of the many "guided dolphin boats" in Hawaii (these are the good folks who take you out on a boat in the hopes of finding a pod of dolphins to swim with––but with no guarantees!) we chose the safer route: &lt;a href="http://www.hiltonwaikoloavillage.com/activities/dolphin-quest.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a dolphin encounter at the Hilton Waikoloa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't very politically correct––the dolphins are in captivity after all––but having just survived her first year of hard chemo, it was important to both of us that Lori get exactly what she wanted and deserved... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some quality time with a sweet dolphin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hilton didn't let us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While these dolphins may indeed be in captivity (heck, bottlenose dolphins don't even naturally visit the waters around Hawaii,) upon checking into our room, and wandering down to the dolphin area, we were relieved to find the animals full of life, playing in their huge underwater lagoon, and looking healthy and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a mother giving birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this wasn't a cheap experience (I think we paid $150 each for the privilege,) but when the big day came (yep, you have to make reservations at least weeks in advance, and more likely even months,) we weren't let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dolphin––a young and rambunctious little guy named Liko––brought tears to our eyes, had us laughing like children, and generally showed us a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to swim with him (sort of!) play with him, feel his wonderfully warm skin, and even kiss him on the snout. He in turn showed off his prowess at "standing" on his tail, dashing across the lagoon at blinding speeds, and doing all sorts of other tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and we got to hand-feed him fish, to thank him for his hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small amount of time we spent with our friend Liko meant more to us than you could ever guess––over the four years that followed, his name came up more often than you'd guess, and the photos we had taken with Liko are still some of our dearest treasures (I'll share more of them with you at a later date.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori felt absolutely transcendent that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to this day&lt;/span&gt; I feel blessed to have played even a small role in making that long-held dream of hers come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori, if you're reading this, you made so many of my own dreams come true... arranging for you to swim with Liko was the least that I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I could have done more.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/8856130005140977878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=8856130005140977878&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/8856130005140977878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/8856130005140977878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-18-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 18: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-4236366926632086763</id><published>2007-12-20T13:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:34:32.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/lori-with-flame-swallower-709753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/lori-with-flame-swallower-709749.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her Amazing Sense Of Humor: Exhibit B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the last nights of our Honeymoon in Maui Lori and I attended our first-ever Luau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many of these events are known to be pretty cheesy, we had a really incredible time... of course, we were madly in love, just married a week before, and not only was the setting gorgeous, but the drinks were pretty strong to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show itself was fantastic, with music and dances from all over Polynesia, and besides the half-naked Fijian dancing girls, the best part of the show was probably the Fire Dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever seen one of these guys do his thing---tossing those flaming clubs around without ever breaking a sweat---than you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food, too was fantastic––kalua pork, salmon, roasted taro, the whole shebang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/cary-with-hula-girls-738341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/cary-with-hula-girls-738338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, Lori's sense of humor was in full swing (as it usually was,) and before the dancers and other performers could get away at the end of the night, she insisted that I get my picture taken with the "Coconut Girls," as we jokingly referred to them, and of course she would get her picture taken with the "Fire Dancer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you don't know me well, you're probably not aware that I'm incredibly shy, but hey, it was all in fun, and Lori had a good time teasing me until I finally agreed to pose with the two cute dancing girls with their tiny coconut bras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori's amazing, and all-pervading sense of humor is something that I miss every day as I get used to living my life without her by my side... photos like these have turned so bitter sweet, and while it is fun to remember these wonderful, silly times, it also breaks my heart with each word I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, baby...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/4236366926632086763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=4236366926632086763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/4236366926632086763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/4236366926632086763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-17-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 17: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-3507190320212865660</id><published>2007-12-18T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:17:26.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori%27s-Toes-758191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori%27s-Toes-758187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her Cute Little Toes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori always said she was the luckiest wife in the world... not just because she'd found a loving, studly husband ;) but because I loved to massage her feet and toes while she stretched out on the couch at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew her legs and feet hurt from the chemo, and I knew that anything I could do to help relieve her stress and anxiety would always be much appreciated---but mostly I just loved to be close to her whenever possible, and a foot rub was a very good excuse to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken in the San Francisco International Airport (SFO,) while Lori and I and the other six maniacs we were traveling with were waiting for our plane to Japan, in the Spring of 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been on hard chemo for just over a year at this point, Lori took every chance she got to catch a few Zzzzz's, as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she managed to fit right under the armrests... I think she slept like that for at least an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Lori always kept her toes painted pretty---usually purple or maroon---and she was the envy of the Chemo Suite, because I would attend her treatments with her whenever possible (probably a good 95% of the time,) and I'd rub her feet and toes while she received her drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori had the cutest little toes, and I miss them terribly now, along with just about every other part of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry her in my heart now, where I can keep a close eye on her, and make sure she's always OK, but I haven't found a way to keep rubbing her toes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in my dreams.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/3507190320212865660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=3507190320212865660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/3507190320212865660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/3507190320212865660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-16-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 16: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-4371942762063687957</id><published>2007-12-17T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T13:42:03.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-in-jungle-766550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-in-jungle-766543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Driving The Road To Hana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who's ever been to Maui knows about the famous "Road to Hana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long, almost unbelievably lush drive from the dry side of the island (where the big resorts are––we were staying at the Marriott for our Honeymoon,) over to the beautiful wet side of the island and the tiny town of Hana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason we put off doing the drive until the end of our trip (I suppose we were too busy having fun on the beach, and snuggling in our room,) and on the day we actually made the drive it was raining all over Maui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the rain didn't make a damned bit of difference, seeing as how we were driving through rainforest anyway, and the rain that was coming down was warm and luscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/cary-lori-waterfall-780906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/cary-lori-waterfall-780901.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We must have stopped at some 15 waterfalls along the drive---always stopping to take a picture---and they were all raging in torrents due to the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road to Hana is also known for its amazing number of bridges, and we stopped at most of these as well... Lori has always been in love with old bridges, and we took our time exploring these beauties as we made the long slow trek to Hana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hana we saw the famous black sand beach, and took some photos of the graveyard there, and a funny cow that was chained up in a vacant lot right by the ocean. We walked along the ragged cliffs, and held hands, and did all kinds of exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/cow-757074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/cow-757070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we were driving a Jeep 4x4 (a tradition we started on our honeymoon, and kept up EVERY time we visited Hawaii,) we decided to skip the warnings about washed out roads and such, and finished the drive by continuing to circumnavigate the island (HIGHLY UNRECOMMENDED BY THE RENTAL COMPANIES.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road was certainly a bit washed out in places, and we did a few minor river and creek crossings, but over all it was no big problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sparsely inhabited back side of the island was a pleasure to drive through, and though we didn't know it then, as we drove along that coast we spent hours staring across the straight to the North Tip of The Big Island, where we would ultimately take three wonderful trips to Whale Crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact later, whenever we visited Whale Crossing, we would stare back across that straight and reminisce about that wonderfully romantic day we circumnavigated Maui on our Honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, due to the diagnosis of cancer that would come just a month later, those days on Maui were some of the few that Lori and I got to spend as true "Newlyweds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/lori-with-jeep-759588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/lori-with-jeep-759586.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never before, and never again, would either of us be that completely happy, innocent, and filled with the possibilities of what our lives might hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a time I will cherish for as long as I exist, and into the hereafter as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the five amazing years that we were married we did, however, learn to love each more passionately and deeply than either of us could have imagined in even those heady days of our Honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you and miss you with all my heart, sweetpea.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/4371942762063687957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=4371942762063687957&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/4371942762063687957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/4371942762063687957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-15-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 15: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-1450272427457047788</id><published>2007-12-14T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T14:55:36.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/from-sea-787480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/from-sea-787473.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The FIRST Time She Said She'd Marry Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been early October of 2001. Lori and I drove over to the city (San Francisco) after I got off work one night, and had a fancy dinner at out favorite restaurant, the &lt;a href="http://www.fogcitydiner.com/"&gt;Fog City Diner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was delicious, as always, and by the time dinner was over it was getting late, but we were high on our new-found love, and we decided to drive over to the coast to watch the ocean by moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped near the Cliff House, in the parking lot for &lt;a href="http://www.cliffhouseproject.com/environs/sutrobaths/sutro_baths.htm"&gt;the old Sutro Baths&lt;/a&gt; (which are now in ruins,) and stepped out of the car into one of the most dreadfully cold evenings I can imagine. We huddled together to share our warmth, but even the heat of our two bodies couldn't compete against the winter ocean air at night, and the dampening fog that threatened to engulf us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd been joking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tying the knot&lt;/span&gt; all night, in the way that you sometimes do when you are freshly in love, but when we jumped back in the car to escape the damp and cold, the conversation suddenly turned a bit more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember exactly what she said that prompted it, but I do remember very clearly turning to her in the front seat of the Honda Civic, and saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She smiled, and then laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Of course I would," she said. "I would love to be your wife!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was floored.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wow... you really WOULD marry me, wouldn't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lori just smiled.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On the long drive home, Lori slept in the passenger seat, while I pondered where this was all going. I simply couldn't believe that this stunningly beautiful, warm, intelligent, and oh-so-sweet &amp;amp; kind woman would be silly enough to fall in love with me---let alone want to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within days we began looking for a ring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/1450272427457047788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=1450272427457047788&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/1450272427457047788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/1450272427457047788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-14-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 14: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-1839544526626588671</id><published>2007-12-12T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:46:10.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-Mountainbiking-in-Tahoe-750138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-Mountainbiking-in-Tahoe-750132.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her Lust For Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of her grim prognosis, Lori never stopped living life to its fullest, and for that I will be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could have easily given up when she was diagnosed with stage IV cancer (gawd knows I wanted to at times,) but instead she grabbed her life by the horns and rode it for all it was worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was taken during an impromptu trip to Lake Tahoe, where we stayed at a funky little red hotel, played the slots at one of the casinos, and did lots of hiking, and of course mountain biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori had the camera that my father had recently given her, and we took photos everywhere we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, in spite of not feeling the greatest, and in spite of the underlying anxiety of cancer that always followed us around––we had an incredible time that weekend. I remember basking in each other's company, taking a long stroll in the summer mountain evening, and eating ice cream somewhere near the State Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I remember cherishing this wonderful slice of time with my one true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Missing you, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carymiller.net/"&gt;--Cary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/1839544526626588671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=1839544526626588671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/1839544526626588671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/1839544526626588671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-13-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 13: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-6558123855392528270</id><published>2007-12-10T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:29:34.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/chorizo-and-papas-739251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/chorizo-and-papas-739249.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her Delicious Chorizo &amp;amp; Potato Enchiladas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori was of Mexican/American descent, and while she was a great cook all-around, her Mexican fare was superb... even when exceedingly simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always complained that she had never mastered her family's famous Tamale recipe, but it was her Chorizo &amp;amp; Papas enchiladas that truly won my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember the very first time she made them for me, in the little apartment she shared with her brother on R. Street––back when we'd just started dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times were absolutely magical, and I can remember being so incredibly touched that this beautiful young woman wanted to make dinner for me... I wasn't at all let down when I dug into those amazing, sour cream drenched enchiladas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry now, that I don't have that recipe... it would do me a world of good to be able to cook some of those hot little beauties up when I need a bit comforting in the cold lonely winter that lies before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love You Lori!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carymiller.net/crisis-of-faith-not-so-much-but-lori-really-is-a-prankster/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;This story gets better and better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/6558123855392528270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=6558123855392528270&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/6558123855392528270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/6558123855392528270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-12-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 12: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-3510514042509272882</id><published>2007-12-09T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T09:56:17.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-Cary-7-728184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-Cary-7-728178.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her Constant Companionship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that Lori had a way of making me feel loved and appreciated like no one had ever done before, but I think what I miss the most about her right now is just her constant and complete companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through every up and down of our lives together I never once felt I had to go it alone. She showered me with undying devotion, and I, in turn, did the same to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared the rare love that goes unquestioned. The rare marriage untarnished by petty arguments. The rare peace that is completely untouched by anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours was a relationship of sincere respect, adoration, and sublime sweetness of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori's constancy in my life; her physical presence when I crawled out of bed in the morning, her phone calls "just to say I love you" during the day, and the warmth of her body next to mine while we snuggled on the couch every evening are all things that I am struggling hard to come to terms with as they haunt me with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories remain both enticingly sweet in their content, and decidedly melancholy with the constant marching of time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/3510514042509272882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=3510514042509272882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/3510514042509272882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/3510514042509272882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-11-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 11: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-8778171805368579285</id><published>2007-12-07T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T13:17:48.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving To Those Less Fortunate, In Lori's Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.carymiller.net/images/2007/12/kiva-loan.jpg" height="180" width="180" border="1" align="left" hspace="8" vspace="4" alt="Kiva-Loan" /&gt;Well, Christmas is coming upon us fast, and as difficult as it will be for people like myself who have recently lost a loved one, the need to help those less fortunate still weighs heavy on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who knew Lori will be well aware that she was &lt;em&gt;beyond&lt;/em&gt; compassionate&amp;#8211;&amp;#8211;even in her darkest hour she continually found other people to worry about...&lt;em&gt; the homeless, the poor, the sick, the mentally ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in honoring my wife's &lt;strong&gt;truly giving spirit&lt;/strong&gt;, I have decided to keep up with our recent tradition of helping others around the globe via great organizations such as &lt;a href="http://www.heifer.org/" rel="tag"&gt;Heifer International&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="https://www.kiva.org/app.php?page=register&amp;amp;_isc=cad7a5f8-f58a-102a-bc82-f9ce1a1a31a9" rel="tag"&gt;Kiva.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will probably know about Heifer&amp;#8211;&amp;#8211;and I'll certainly be making some donations to them in Lori's name this year (and for many years to come, to be honest)&amp;#8211;&amp;#8211;but you may not have heard about &lt;a href="https://www.kiva.org/app.php?page=register&amp;amp;_isc=cad7a5f8-f58a-102a-bc82-f9ce1a1a31a9" rel="tag"&gt;Kiva&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.kiva.org/app.php?page=register&amp;amp;_isc=cad7a5f8-f58a-102a-bc82-f9ce1a1a31a9" rel="tag"&gt;Kiva.org&lt;/a&gt; is a small non-profit that brings together entrepreneurial-minded people in the third-world with folks like you and me who are happy to make small loans in order to help someone on the other side of the globe get their business up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of microfinance (as it has been termed,) is one that really appealed to Lori and I when we first saw a documentary about it last year, and in keeping with the Holiday spirit, I have set up an account with &lt;a href="https://www.kiva.org/app.php?page=register&amp;amp;_isc=cad7a5f8-f58a-102a-bc82-f9ce1a1a31a9" rel="tag"&gt;Kiva.org&lt;/a&gt; to make some small loans in Lori's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact this afternoon I made four small loans in the sum of $25 each (the loans get pooled with the funds of others,) and also built a small memorial page where you can see that &lt;a href="http://www.kiva.org/lender/lorimiller" rel="tag"&gt;the loans were made in memory of Lori&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to make a small loan yourself, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.kiva.org/app.php?page=register&amp;amp;_isc=cad7a5f8-f58a-102a-bc82-f9ce1a1a31a9" rel="tag"&gt;please do so by following this link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#8211;&amp;#8211;it won't change your loan in any way, but will make it easy for us to track how many people chose to make loans due to this blog post, and &lt;strong&gt;in memory of my dear Lori&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas &amp;#38; Happy Holidays Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;C.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/8778171805368579285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=8778171805368579285&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/8778171805368579285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/8778171805368579285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/giving-to-those-less-fortunate-in-loris.html' title='Giving To Those Less Fortunate, In Lori&apos;s Name'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-8074193637021198569</id><published>2007-12-07T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:57:07.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-Place-of-refuge-711020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-Place-of-refuge-711005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her Incredible Sense Of Humor:&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that Lori's incredible sense of humor was one of the first things that really attracted me to her... well, that and the fact that she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drop-dead gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we went, everything we did together, even slogging it through another round of chemo, Lori never ceased to make me laugh, giggle, or downright roll on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We poked fun at her doctors, did silly dances, and continually found way to coax humor out of things that others would just find macabre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shot this amazing photo at the famous &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/puho/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Place of Refuge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; State Park on Hawaii's Big Island. I think it perfectly captures Lori's unshakable spirit of silliness, and also stands as a good reminder that even a cancer patient can look smokin' hot in a little black dress ;)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/8074193637021198569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=8074193637021198569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/8074193637021198569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/8074193637021198569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-10-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 10: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-6696372317310938797</id><published>2007-12-05T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:42:46.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-at-Point-Reyes-774181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-at-Point-Reyes-774179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her Love Of Nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori gravitated towards all places wild and natural, be they the deep Redwood Forests, the Grand Canyon, the desolate and beautiful Desert of Death Valley, or the wild Northern Coast of California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the shared interests that brought us so close together, and in our six years we had more than a few adventures in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent endless afternoons on the massive beaches at Point Reyes (dogs running wild in the surf,) hiked the Redwood forests up near Pine Cove along Hwy 1 (even doing Qigong on a beautiful babbling brook beneath the trees,) and whiled away numerous summer days exploring and lounging along the South Fork of the Yuba River up in Nevada County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, as part of our 4th Anniversary, we spent a few lovely nights in Las Vegas, and then drove home across the magnificent Death Valley... when we found every hotel closed for miles along the Sierras we bought a few thin blankets from a Wal-Mart that was just about to close, and just hunkered down in our rented Lincoln Towncar––next to a mountain lake, and under a sky full of freezing stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we drove to Mono Lake to watch the sunrise (which was just spectacular,) and later that day, exhausted and dirty from our long night in the car, we trekked out to the ghost town of Bodie and took photographs for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori was a helluva' sport. I will always remember her adventurous spirit. I know she'll always be there, keeping me safe, and cheering me on as I travel towards the next big adventure around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lori!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/6696372317310938797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=6696372317310938797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/6696372317310938797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/6696372317310938797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-9-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 9: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-6962841223642963099</id><published>2007-12-04T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:47:16.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Sound Of Her Voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first four weeks after her passing I couldn't bring myself to delete the outgoing message on our phone's message machine. I simply couldn't bear the thought of playing ANY role in removing a part of Lori from my life... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even a 10-second recorded message&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank gawd for my father, who figured out how to use Skype to make a recording of our phone message so that I could stash it away for safe-keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I wasn't worried about forgetting the sound of her voice... I just couldn't take an active part in deleting it from my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will never forget the sound of my dear wife's voice. It comforted me through so many dark days, and whispered more "I Love You"s than I could possibly count... and for that, once again, I owe her the world.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/6962841223642963099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=6962841223642963099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/6962841223642963099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/6962841223642963099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-8-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 8: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-1296961421553516582</id><published>2007-12-03T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:56:43.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-On-Haleakala-790230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-On-Haleakala-790225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her Love Of Horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I had enjoyed horseback-riding occasionally before I met my wife, it was Lori who really helped me appreciate the larger-than-life loving nature of horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori loved horses of all shapes and sizes, and while we were traveling would often stop the car to get out and pet or feed a penned horse that had come close to the fence... in fact on our last trip to Hawaii she nearly stepped out of our Jeep to try to approach two wild horses we came across in Waipio Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to convince her that it might not be the safest thing to do, but had I not been there to stop her she most assuredly would have been out there in the jungle, petting those amazing creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, perhaps I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have stopped her––but she was already weak, and had the horses become spooked she could have easily gotten hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori and I rode horseback all over Maui &amp;amp; the Big Island, not to mention right here in California, and we always had an incredible time. One year for her birthday I took Lori for a private horseback ride through the mountains just south of Point Reyes... the rainforest there was lush and green, and our guide was full of great stories about the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget ANY of our rides, as each one had a completely different feel. On the Big Island we came across three baby cows who had escaped from their herd and were trying desperately to get back inside the fence where they belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Maui we rode down into the crater of Haleakala, and it scared the bejeezus out of both of us... but it was still lots of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Lori loved these animals so much that she asked me to spread part of her ashes with the beloved horses (and also the dolphins) that she spent so much time with on the Big Island of Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she never explained exactly what that meant, I imagine taking half of her ashes up into the Kohala Mountains on the Northern-most tip of the Big Island, out into those huge green pastures overlooking the Pacific Ocean, and letting her ashes drift lazily across the fields of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way she can run with the horses every single day, for the rest of eternity, and I can rest in peace knowing that I have fulfilled her very final wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Kohala-Pasture-780676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Kohala-Pasture-780667.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/1296961421553516582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=1296961421553516582&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/1296961421553516582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/1296961421553516582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-7-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 7: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-7455037087685908551</id><published>2007-12-02T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:58:49.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-walking-down-aisle-769385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-walking-down-aisle-769380.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How Beautiful She Looked Walking Down The Aisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 6th, 2002, Lori and I were wed in a small white church in Nevada City, California. It was early Autumn, the sky was blue with puffy white clouds, and both of us were as happy as we would ever again be during this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I had been smitten by Lori's good looks from the very first time I saw her––making espresso drinks behind the counter at Coffee Works––on our wedding day, standing nervously at the altar, I couldn't believe the angel I saw walking down the aisle to forever join her life with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori, of course, was stunningly beautiful in both body &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; spirit––something I would learn over and over again throughout our five years of marriage––but on our wedding day she simply took my breath away... I couldn't fathom that a creature as exquisite as she would choose to spend her life with a man as unextraordinary as myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in the end Lori and I would discover, through each other, that we both deserved all the love in the world... and who better to supply that love than us.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/7455037087685908551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=7455037087685908551&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/7455037087685908551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/7455037087685908551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-6-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 6: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-2869241524049530890</id><published>2007-12-01T17:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:43:48.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/cary-lori-bridge-honeymoon-717604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/cary-lori-bridge-honeymoon-717600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Way She Made Me Feel Loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anyone who came before her, and undoubtedly more than anyone who could possibly come after, Lori never ceased to make me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this alone I owe her the largest debt of gratitude that could ever be paid. The gift of real, honest, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the way down to the bones&lt;/span&gt; LOVE is one you will never forget, no matter how many years pass, or how many miles lie between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment we began dating, until the last days of our time together on this planet, no matter where we went Lori always had to take numerous pictures of the two of us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you continue to follow this year-long tribute to Lori you will see many of these photos, the vast majority of which were taken by one of us, just holding the camera out in front of us no matter where we were, and snapping a photo to remind us of who we were, where we'd been, and who we were with... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I survive the pain I am going through now it will only be because of the sheer amount of love that Lori gave to me over the last six years... it was enough to last a lifetime, and for a lifetime and beyond I will be forever in her debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so, so much Lori... I will never, ever forget you... you are my everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/2869241524049530890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=2869241524049530890&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/2869241524049530890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/2869241524049530890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/12/day-5-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 5: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-3381223637921936579</id><published>2007-11-30T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:34:35.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Way She Did The Robot Dance With Our Dogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No explanation necessary, and no photo available. Sorry... you'll just have to use your imagination :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/3381223637921936579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=3381223637921936579&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/3381223637921936579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/3381223637921936579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/11/day-4-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 4: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-5628377784075681144</id><published>2007-11-29T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:13:44.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Goats-in-old-town-734435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Goats-in-old-town-734430.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lori Loves Goats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually, we both love goats... every year, Lori &amp;amp; I went to the California State Fair (it was the site of our first real date,) but the petting zoo was always our favorite exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we liked the petting zoo even more than the funnel cakes, and Lori reallllly liked those funnel cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petting zoo is always full of fat little goats, baby pigs, sheep and the like, and one year they even had a tiny little zebra and a baby kangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lori always dreamt that someday we'd own some real land and we could have at least a few goats... you know, to keep the lawn nice and short and drive the dogs crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I still hope to have those goats for Lori, even if she never gets to pet them in person. It would the be the least I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/5628377784075681144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=5628377784075681144&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/5628377784075681144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/5628377784075681144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/11/day-3-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 3: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-440227565698693735</id><published>2007-11-28T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:59:50.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our One Year Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/one-year-anniversary-778150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/one-year-anniversary-778146.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October of 2003 Lori &amp;amp; I spent our One Year Anniversary on the Big Island of Hawaii... we fell in love with each other all over again, and it marked the beginning of our life-long love of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whale Crossing&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Stephen &amp;amp; Kriseda were kind enough to loan us their lovely little cottage in Hawi (a small town on the Northern tip of the island,) and we found it to be a very welcome respite from the anxiety and frustration that cancer had so unapologetically brought into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just an incredible time that year---the list of adventures we got into goes on and on. It was on this first trip that we swam with dolphins at the Hilton (he was a youngster named Liko,) swam with sea turtles in various places around the island, and chased a morey eel while snorkeling off of the Captain Cook Monument at Kealakekua Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori fell in love with the horse that lived in the lot right next to Whale Crossing, and she would sneak over there day and night and feed him apples by hand. We spent the whole two weeks believing his name was Humphrey, but it turned out that wasn't his name at all... it suited him well though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also managed to take at least two wonderful horseback rides in the Kohala Hills, with the magical "sunset ride" being particularly spectacular and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo above was taken on the actual evening of our First Anniversary, October 6th, 2003. We had an immaculate dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant on the grounds of the Hilton Waikaloa, and our dessert was this darling cheesecake with a chocolate mouse perched on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we took a long walk around the grounds (which were huge!) and had fun posing with the various statues, meandering by torch-light, and just generally basking in each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the years afterward, Lori always had a funny habit of accidentally using the word "Honeymoon" when what she really meant to say was "Anniversary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had five incredible Honeymoons together, and I cherish each and every one of them... I only wish I could relive them over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lori!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/440227565698693735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=440227565698693735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/440227565698693735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/440227565698693735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/11/day-2-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 2: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15330634672861152502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12946620.post-1422375364143868532</id><published>2007-11-27T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:00:38.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Things I'll Never Forget About Lori</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-In-Hawaii-Smiling-756667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://toosexyformyhair.com/uploaded_images/Lori-In-Hawaii-Smiling-756664.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her Amazing Smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was lucky enough to come across this photo that I'd never even seen before, from our trip to the Big Island in March of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  a self-portrait that my dear wife took while lying on one of the lounge chairs out in front of Whale Crossing, in the tiny town of Hawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would spend hours on those lounge chairs, just staring out across the big blue expanse of the Pacific Ocean... watching the clouds form into great billowy thunderheads over Maui (just across the straight,) or dreaming our way through the uncountable stars that fill the Polynesian sky at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo so captures Lori's immense pleasure and curiosity at just being alive, and it illustrates to me the healing power of a smile... while I can't help crying every time I see this photo, they are inevitably the kind of tears that leave you feeling cleaned-out, refreshed, and happy to be alive. Just like Lori was on the day she took this amazing photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget Lori's amazing smile... it will haunt me in the best of ways throughout the rest of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 32nd, baby!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/1422375364143868532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12946620&amp;postID=1422375364143868532&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/1422375364143868532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12946620/posts/default/1422375364143868532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toosexyformyhair.com/2007/11/day-1-things-ill-never-forget-about.html' title='Day 1: Things I&apos;ll Never Forget About Lori'/><author><name>C. 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