Friday, February 25, 2011

A Mixed Bag


This month brought the passing of a dear loved one, a grandson who turned 10, a mother who celebrated her 80th birthday and a new residence. Yes, a virtual mixed bag of emotions for me.

The one thing that impacted me the most about all of these single events was witnessing the deep love and affection that my husband and his siblings have for each other as they laid their big brother to rest. For each of the siblings he was much more than just my "big brother", he was a role model, a great listener, an encourager who had a big heart for each of them.  The stories that I listen to during our time together bears that out, he was a giant of a man and a giant of a brother in a small frame.  He will be greatly missed by all.

Trish

“Those we hold dear in life we gather together to highly esteem them in death, yet not for them but for ourselves.” – LJN











WE WILL SEE YOU AGAIN
He was sick with nothing to lose,
He went through much pain and suffering that he did not chose,
He never gave up at anything through thick and thin,
He was going to fight hard until the end,
The end came on Sunday February 6, 2011,
Now he is with you Lord in heaven
to sing, laugh, and play,
Nothing will ever make him cry,
His spirit inside of us will never die,
One day we will be up there too,
We will take your hand Lord and go with you,
So thank you Lord for dying on that cross for us,
And thank you Pick for the sweet memories,
We love you Pick and miss you so much,
We will be with you one day, and we will never lose touch.
***Original Poem by Cynthia Nicole Weatherman, USA at http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=53375


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1 Corinthians 15:51-53 (King James Version)


Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed,
In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.