Much love to you Mia, and your family.

I got home today....and the word had gone around...that we lost a sweet person here on earth!
Lovely Mia Weiss.

Spent many years on the message board with her....along with many cards exchanged...emails sent...creativity and fun for her, also in Blue Man land.  She passed away last nite I found out...and in her memory for today...I wanted to write a quick blog.

I think ....

I KNOW....life is short.

The key to what we loved about this lady...is that she had her own life circumstances that tried to take her down, but she was a positive inspiration to all.  Her light and creativity inspired us....I would always have a smile on my face when I saw her pics/art/more.  I loved how she was able to still have tons of fun....rock out to blue man....explore and see things of the world.

I was SO excited to finally get to meet her in Vegas in October.  Now I don't get to.  I think I am a tad sad I'll be missing out a chance to shake her hand, give her a hug - or look into her eyes....

But i think, when i go to heaven - i will jam and hang out with her...where she will be singing...and full of laughter and smiles.  That day, I'll look forward to it. :)  Meanwhile, I'm going to keep doing what I know she was doing....being as much of a creative inspiration and SMILE-MAKER to the world.

Thank you Mia.  Thank you.  You are missed already. :)
and thanks for designing our name tags for vegas....i can't wait to wear them. :)

Love Jen (Chaddie)

This is my art piece dedicated to her...and her "flight"................flight of light.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunwards I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds – and done a thousand things

You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,

I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air,

Up, up the long delirious burning blue

I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,

Where never lark, or even eagle, flew;

And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand, and touched the face of god.