Our Memorial to invis` (£es) from the people of  #40+TennesseeFun

It came with great sadness that we had to say goodbye to Invis`.
He passed away on December 17th, 2000 after a long, valiant battle with lung cancer.
He died in his sleep in Victory, British Columbia, Canada.
He never passed judgement on anyone and always offered his
help to anyone who asked. He was a true Super-Op in every sense.

Leslie (invis`) Palmer (1937 - 2000)

Les, we'll never forget you.
You'll always be in our thoughts and prayers.

God Bless You and May You Rest in Peace.

The Victoria Twins, Les and Tom

Les and Tom
 (
Invis` & Guitarzan)


Çomments on Invis` from the good people in #40+TennesseeFun


< Rayden-> I'll never forget when i first started talkin to him.
We'd spend hours talking about scripts and what he used and what I used
and trading...Les was a smart man, very nice. When he first came back online,
I was one of the first he'd talk to...we must have talked for hours. I felt so special...
I told him how much we missed him and how much we wanted him back...

<Rayden-> I remember I sent him this protection script one time...man, he was so tickled.
I spent the day kicking him so he could test it out. He was so happy over the script...

<Rayden-> I talked to him maybe a total of one hour the entire year.
I was here, but the mark he left on me was one of pride, strength and kindness.
Wonderful person he was and still is... in the hearts of those who love him.
<Rayden-> ya know, I didnt know him that well... but i havent stopped crying since I
learned of what has happened...I admired him a great deal.

<Rayden-> Not many people accept me at first.. usually i have to prove myself,
but i never felt that way with him... it was as if we were equals and
I was equally respected and i respected him the same.
<Rayden-> you know...theres not but one thing i hope for in my life....
and thats when I pass away, that i have touched so many wonderful
people who will carry my memory on so that I can live in their hearts as i lived in life...
<Rayden-> Les touched so many people in so many wonderful ways he was a man
to be admired by all, and you could definitely learn something from him...
I only wish i had met him in real life..and got to shake his hand...


<Danger_ous> All of our lives are better because of him,
and I think of how unselfish he was to everyone on here he met...
as as Ray said, there is no way he felt good all of the hours he was on IRC.
Helping someone else set their scripts up, or their computer problems.
Les' kindness knew no boundries...and I am sure that in Heaven,
he is doing the same things hedid while here on this earth.


<StarLady> When Les left to have his lung operation, I did not get to tell him good-bye.
I prayed for the day to tell him that...he came on here and told me that the doctors
thought he had a few years left, so I told him then: "Hey Les...I'm going to say hello again."
and he told me to NEVER say goodbye to him because he will always close-by.

<StarLady>

                       MY mIRC ÅNGEL

You always have been the mIRC Ångel by my side
Watching out for me in all the things I do
Reminding me to keep believing in brighter days
Finding ways for my wishes and dreams
To take me to beautiful places
Giving me hope that is as certain as the sun
Giving me the strength of serenity as my guide
May I always have your love and comfort and courage
May I always have you as my Ångel by my side
Someone there to catch me when i fall
Encouraging my dreams - Inspiring my happiness
Holding my hand and helping me through it all.


<cheyeskye> I didn't know him and yet i'm real sad right now.
I think i spoke to him maybe a couple of times.
I know what his family is going through right now and I just said a prayer for them.

<cheyeskye>

                 THE DAY GOD CALLED YOU HOME

God looked around his garden, and he found an empty place.
He then looked down upon this earth and saw your tired face.
So He put his arms around you, and lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering, he knew you were in pain,
He knew that you would never get well on this earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough, and the hills were hard to climb,
So he closed your weary eyelids... and whispered
 peace be thine.


<Blondie_M> Les was one of the first people who basically greeted me with open arms to this room.
He was a kind man, always willing to give advice or help me when I had a question.
I know how hard it is losing a loved one... with the passing of my Mother in July.
As much as Mom knew about computers, and Les knew about them as well...
I can almost bet that they have already started talking about them in Heaven.
Invis`, May you Rest In Peace and ride that silver cloud with pride,
knowing of all the good things you have done. I will miss you greatly.

God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten §on, that whosoever
believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life
” - John 3:16

The £ord is my §hepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside still waters; He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadows
of death, I fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;
and I will surely dwell in the House of the £ord forever.
” - Psalms 23 v. 1-6


<Ky^Cobra> Invis` was a true friend and a very gentle man, willing to help anyone that needed it.
We need more people like him, but invis` was indeed, one of a kind : )


<Bullgator> I never met Les IRL, but I consider a him a very real friend.
He ALWAYS tried to help others and never asked anything in return (except a ride on the Thirsty Gator).
I knew Les for about three years on IRC. We traded scripts...invented 'em together too.
I used to call him on the phone and we'd talk for a ½ an hour before he knew who it was, heheh.
He'd always bite on that one. We always confided in each other about different things that were
important to us. LoL...I remember Les loved to "steal" my boat (that's the Thirsty Gator)
and take it for a cruise, brought it back, but never cleaned it.

<Bullgator> He always went out of his way to help others. He was planning a trip
down this way and we were going to meet for real, but the cancer got in the way and
prevented that trip. I will always remember Les as a friend, a true friend.
That is the highest honor I can give him from myself...
Les, I know you're lookin' down on us, old buddy... just save me a good spot.
God has Les under his wing.


<KyHilBly> From Day 1, Les seemed like he knew me, even though we
only knew each other for a short time... and hadn't talked very much to each other, but when we did,
I felt very much at ease, like I was talking to someone I had known for many, many years.
He always had such a relaxed, care-free way about him.
He had an instinctive nature I envied... one that was always on the mark...or so it seemed.
I always had “good vibes” about Les.  I could tell he was a good man.
He always had a kind word, funny joke or cool slap that would make others feel better if they were down.

<KyHilBly> I remember helping him with a script one time...
it wasn't doing what is was supposed to, and we were knocking our brains out
over it, cuz we couldn't see anything wrong.  Man, I bet we spent two hours
looking over it.  Then, there it was, plain as day... one little } out of place.
We laughed for the longest time...and I remember him saying:
Well Mike, we bess' not quit our day job's anytime soon, huh?!

<KyHilBly> I know I'll think about him every day and pray for him and his family.
I really hope that Patti can get by this rough time in her life, especially with Christmas coming up.
We Sure Miss You Les...You won't be forgotten.
Thank you for just being you invis`.


<guitarzan> Hi all...Mike, thanks for the card.
That was very thoughtful of you and I appreciate it a lot.
Mike...I'd like to say that all of you in the channel have been great
about this and I know Les would have been proud of you all...
I know I am, and I cant thank all of you enough...
you are ALL a great bunch of people...
and that comes from the heart.

<guitarzan> Thats right, no funeral and no service.
He didnt want anyone sittin around with sad faces... He once told me:

If you want to remember me, then hoist a good drink to me and carry on.

<guitarzan> Thats just the way he was...and it's pretty much gonna be the
same when I go...which I hope wont be for quite some time yet.


<KyHilBly> Les' widow Patti (Im^Tigger on IRC) asked if we could please
add the loving note that Les had written to her on the misty bathroom mirror.

<Im^Tigger> This was just before Les went in for the operation.  He didn't think he would make it through...

            From Les to Patti

“You know Honey, that pain does not scare me.
Death does not scare me.
But you would never, ever believe how hard it is to leave someone you Love So Much.
I never knew how much I love you and my little family.
You all are all I've ever wanted. Just so you will be safe.
Any man alive can beat me with a whip or stick and never bring a tear to my eyes.
Sometimes when you say a “doik” or something nice... and I just fall apart inside.
It's just because I Love You So Much.”


<KyHilBly> I received the e-mail below from a long-time friend of Les'
(Bob Winnett), and he requested that he would like it posted here to share.


   From: Bob <Nitgrit@home.com>
       To: WebMaster <kyhilbly@email.com>
Subject: Les Palmer
    Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2000 19:37:00 -0600

To whomever is in charge of this guestbook, I would ask that you
please transfer these comments to the Memorial Page for Les Palmer.

Today, I received word from Patti, that my friend Les had passed away.
I am greatly saddened by this news... however, I know
he is just pickin’ & grinnin’ in Hillbilly Heaven.

I met Les and Patti several years ago as a Ham Radio Operator.
We talked for hours on the ham radio and telephone when conditions
were not good for radio, and stayed in touch via radio and sometimes email.

We had a lot in common, as we were both Ham Radio Operators and both loved Country Music.
It wasn't long before we shared another interest, computers and the Internet.
In fact, I am looking at a picture of Les' “Station” here in my “Shack” as I type this.

Les & Patti attended Nitty Gritty Dirt Band concerts, where I was able to meet them both in person.
My only regret is that we couldn't meet "On The Road" more often.

On behalf of myself and all the members of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and crew,
I extend our heartfelt condolences to Patti and their families.


Bob Winnett
Marketing Manager
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

  Ham Call Number: KE4DHY
        E-mail: Nitgrit@home.com


 


Here's a short story Les loved to share with his friends.
StarLady wanted it posted so that everyone could share.


THE FENCE

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.
His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he
lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.
Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger,
the number of nails he hammered gradually dwindled down.
He found it was easier to control his temper than to drive nails into the fence.
Finally, the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.

He told his Father about it, and the Father suggested that the boy now
pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his Father that all the nails were gone.
The Father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence, where he told him:

You have done well my son, but look at the holes in the fence...it will never be the same.
When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like the holes in the fence.

You can put a knife in a man and draw it out, but it will not matter
how many times you say 'I'm sorry', the wound is still there.
A verbal wound is as bad as a physical wound.

Friends are very rare jewels indeed.
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
They lend a caring ear, they share words of praise
and they always open their hearts to us.

Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole in your fence.
 

 


If you want to remember me, then hoist a good drink to me and carry on.



Pickin' & Grinnin' in Country Music Heaven

 

Les' obituary (below) as printed in the Victoria, British Columbia newspaper:


Just Pickin' and a-Grinnin'
For Les, nothing in this world was more enjoyable.


Les, Doing What He Loved Most in Life

 

Les' Ham Radio Equipment
Les and Patti with all the Ham Radio Equipment...quite a spread indeed.

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Les looking a bit worried about cutting Patti loose on the Ya-Mee-HaHa

 

Les with his baby Tempo, and his wife Patti


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Les (left) holding his baby sister Sally when he was 11 years old,  and his Mom (right)

Sally (her nickname was “Shortstop”) writes:

All my life I still felt like he held me in his arms.  I will miss him always.


Les in 1967
You'll always be in our thoughts and hearts, Les.  We'll never forget you.

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