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song lyrics and mp3 audio files http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/ (all of which are a part of this Web site) can be accessed simply by selecting the "htm" file for the song you want;

poetry http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/poetry.htm;

quotations http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/quotations.htm; and

essays written by Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/articles_larry_blakeley.htm,

all of which are used to tell the story in this Web site, can be accessed by going to each respective link set out above.

My son, Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/larryblakeley_photos_jpeg.htm manages this Web site and the following Web sites:

Larry Blakeley (Contact Info: larry at larryblakeley.com)

Leslie (Blakeley) Adkins - my granddaughter

Lori Ann Blakeley (June 20, 1985 - May 4, 2005) - my granddaughter

Evan Blakeley- my grandson

Major Roy James Blakeley (December 10, 1928 - July 22, 1965) - USAF (KIA)

When I was young my dad would say
Come on son let's go out and play

No matter how hard I try
No matter how many tears I cry
No matter how many years go by
I still can't say goodbye

- "I Still Can't Say Goodbye," Performer: Chet Atkins

MP3 audio file/lyrics http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/still_cant_say_goodbye.htm

For a larger image click on the photograph.

Larry, sometime after we moved to Texas, Grandmother Violet drove to George AFB and went to the house we lived in and knocked on the door. The new occupants answered and she told them who she was and that her son and his family had lived there and that he had been killed in Viet Nam. She asked them if she could come in just to see the house again - they were very cordial to invite her in. She walked through as if she might find things the same; "The Way We Were" She later told me about this.

Also, the night Colonel Kramer and Dean Arriaga came to the house to tell me about Roy, Karen and Sharon were asleep and you were in Texas. I was sitting at my dresser about 11:00 P.M. when the doorbell rang. I was startled because nobody ever rang the doorbell at that time of the night. I turned the porch light on and saw them standing there and as I reached for the doorknob to open the door I said "Oh God, please just let him be captured." Then there would be some hope. But there was none. Colonel Kramer put his arms around me and I knew he was hurting too.

Roy was his favorite.

I have thought so many times about the time before he left I was getting very anxious about the war and we were sitting at the dinner table one evening and he said he might go as an alternative with another squadron who was going sooner so that he could be back by Christmas. I begged him not to do that because the war might have changed by then in three months. He said, "they just need to get the 'zip 4's' over there." Later I knew he was probably making light of it, but at the time I was upset and you being the serious, sensible child you always were said:

"DAD - MOTHER DOESN'T WANT TO BE A YOUNG WIDOW."

It shocked him and he said, "I am planning on coming back."

I don't think I have ever told you this and I'm sure you don't remember it.

After Darrel and Dean left I asked them to call my good friend Millie Carlson who was an army nurse in World War II to stay with me. I woke the girls up and told them something awful had happened and I took them into the bed with me that night.

I remember the first thing Karen said was "are we still going to Texas?" We were to leave and drive the next day.

Millie insisted I take a sleeping pill and I did not want to, but I did. Afterward the room started spinning around and I got deathly ill and started throwing up.

You know I was afraid to let you go to Texas alone, but I promised him I would think about it. I took you to the bus station with a heavy heart. I was afraid for you to fly so the bus seemed safer. What an awful long trip I put you through. As we talked about it, I would not even consider it in today's times. Usually a bus driver would keep tabs on a child. When he sent Karen and Sharon to Las Vegas to visit his parents, one at a time I wasn't for that. He pinned their names on them with Captain Roy J. Blakeley's child on the tag. They said there some old ladies on the bus that really looked after them."

Love Mother

- Email from Johnnye Blakeley to Larry Blakeley, dated 9/12/2004 7:50 PM