Jim is a poet and musician as well as a massage therapist. He plays guitar (I still have all 20 of them) and banjo and an instrument called a didgerydoo which comes from Australia. He is an excellent singer. He sings a mixture of country and rock. He let me sing along with him even though I can't carry a tune. I'm sure he is playing guitar and singing in Heaven every day. He loves football and basketball and I'm sure he sees his favorite teams {LA Chargers and LA Clippers) when they play a game. I miss our times together...he is always in my thoughts and in my heart. I miss his wonderful smile and his loving personality. Thank you, Jim for a wonderful life together with all of our pets (Kitty, Rocky, Moe, Coco and Ali) and our fish (Harvey, Elaine, Boomer, Del and Oscar) God Bless them all.

Here is a song by Creedence Clearwater Revival Jim likes to sing.
               Lookin' Out My Back Door 

   Just got home from Illinois,
   lock the front door, oh boy!
   Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch.
   Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singing,
   
   Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door

   There's a giant doing cartwheels,
   A statue wearing high heels,
   Look at all the happy creatures
   dancing on the lawn. A dinosaur
   Victrola listening to Buck Owens.

   Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door.

   Tambourines and elephants are
   playing in the band. Won't you take
   a rode on the flying spoon?
   Doo, doo, doo,
 
  Wond'rous apparition provided by magician

   Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door.

  Bother me tomorrow, today,
  I'll buy no sorrows.
  
  Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door.

  Forward troubles Illinois,
  Lock the front door, oh boy!
  Look at all the happy
  creatures dancing on the lawn,
  Bother me tomorrow, today,
  I'll buy no sorrows

  Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door.

TAKE IT TO THE LIMIT by the Eagles

All alone at the end of the evening
When the bright lights have faded to blue
I was thinking `bout a woman who
might have loved me and I never knew
You know I've always been a dreamer
(Spent my life running `round)
And it's so hard to change
(Can't seem to settle down)
But the dreams I've seen lately
Keep on turning out and burning out
And turning out the same

  So put me on a highway
  And show me a sign
  And take it to the limit one more time

You can spend all your time making money
You can spend all you love making time
If it all fell to pieces tomorrow
Would you still be mine?
And when you're looking for your freedom
(Nobody seems to care)
And you can't find the door
(Can't find it anywhere)
When there's nothing to believe in
Still you're coming back, you're running back
You're coming back for more

  So put me on a highway
  And show me a sign
  And take it to the limit one more time

Take it to the limit
Take it to the limit
Take it to the limit one more time
Take it to the limit (Wee-ee)
Take it to the limit (C'mon)
Take it to the limit one more time
Take it to the limit (Wee-ee)
Take it to the limit (You gotta)
Take it to the limit one more time
Take it to the limit
Take it to the limit
Take it to the limit one more time
Take it to the limit (Wee-ee)
Take it to the limit (Come on and)
Take it to the limit one more time
Take it to the limit (Ah-ah)
Take it to the limit (Ah-ah)
Take it to the limit one more time
  Take it to the limit......
  Take it to the limit......

On Jim's birthday here are some quotes he would like....

You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth.
    --William W. Parkey

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.
    --John Lennon
 
And once the storm is over, you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain,  When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what the storm is all about
    --Haruki Murakami

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the Soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
    --Emily Dickinson

But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.
    --Martin Luther King

For James's Birthday.....

         One Last Message by Steve Erlander

The House was quiet. Clinking silverware was about the only sound my wife, Elaine, and i made at dinner anymore, and sitting outside on the patio afterward, it seemed like even the crickets spoke in hushed tones. I longed to hear rock music booming from upstairs, or the rattle of skateboard wheels on our driveway. Elaine glanced up at the dark balcony overlooking the patio and I followed her gaze. Stop it, I thought, it had been six months since the motorcycle accident that killed our 10-year old son, Austin, and it was time to stop looking for ghosts. The silence was haunting enough, a pervasive reminder of his absence.
Elaine began to cry. I moved close to comfort her. But what could I say? She couldn't let him go. Any more than I could. Neither of us could fill that aching void Austin's death left. What parent could? Often, Elaine told me she had visions of him. The night after he died, she said he came to her in a dream so real that she felt his touch. "He's reaching out to us," she said. "I know it. He wants to comfort us. That's the way Austin was." 
I wasn't so sure. As a newspaper publisher for 16 years my job was to collect facts, evidence. Report on things objectively. All I could see was that empty balcony where Austin would stand before going to bed and shout, "I love you guys!"
The memory brought tears to my eves. The last thing Elaine needed was to see me lose it. "I'll get you some tissues' I said and went inside to our bedroom. I spoke in the darkness. "Son, we're suffering. If you're reaching out, let us know you're okay."
I composed myself and returned to the patio. Elaine had stopped crying. Your phone buzzed," she said. On the patio table, my phone flashed. I didn't recognize the number. I clicked on it and saw there was a document attached. "Do you know this number?" I asked, showing Elaine the phone. "It's so familiar," she said, studying it. Then she froze. "It's Austin." Impossible. We'd canceled his account. I couldn't open the attachment on my phone, All I could see was the header: IMGOO. 'I'm good..." Elaine suggested, her voice a whisper. I forwarded the message to my computer in the den. Now we saw the IMG was the file name for an image. Elaine leaned in close. I could feel her heart pounding as I clicked on the first attachment. A photo popped on screen: a picture of my father - Austin's grandfather - to whom Austin had been extraordinarily close. It had been a year to the day exactly since Dad had died. Another photo loaded up, and another - 20 in total. Austin jumping on a skateboard. Austin on the patio, play acting the balcony scene from "Romeo and Juliet" with his girlfriend. Austin photographing himself in a mirror. As Elaine and I flipped through them, the house seemed to fill with his presence.

There had to be some logical explanation. Had someone gotten hold of Auston's cell phone? I checked the kitchen cabinet. There it was, switched off, sealed in a plastic bag untouched, exactly as we had left it six months earlier. That night I could barely sleep. Lord, I prayed, are you trying to reassure us? First thing the next morning I drove to the AT&T store. "Has this number been reassigned:" I asked a salesman. He looked it up on his computer. "No, sir, it's out of service. No one has it." Not long after, Elaine came to me with another dream about Austin. This time, he'd come with a message. "He said, "Tell Dad I know. tell Dad I heard him," Elaine said. "Does that make any sense to you?" No logical sense, no. Elaine couldn't know about the plea I had made in our bedroom, alone. But I am a believer in what I witness. And what I know now is that our son isn't gone. Not forever. He's someplace else, and he's "good".  

            Without You at Christmas

There's a little place within my heart
That is with me every day.
A place where all my memories
Are safely tucked away.

It is the perfect place
At special times for me to go.
For words could not explain
How very much I miss you so.

And now that once again
Christmas time has come around.
It's where the sweetest memories
And thoughts of you are found.

I love you Jim....

For Jim's birthday here are three uplifting stories he would like.

Bouquet of Angels:
Jim waved goodbye as he pulled out of the driveway and took off down the street that Friday. My husband was heading to his Vietnam vet motorcycle club convention for the weekend. For me, that meant two uncomfortable nights alone in our house. Of course cleaning could always take my mind off things. I got out the vacuum. Stay busy and the time will go by faster, I thought. After I made a pass around the house, I took a long walk, watched a few game shows, fed the dogs, ate supper and then watched a little more TV. I finally crawled in bed with a good book and read until I dozed off.
All too soon I woke with a start. The house was making its usual midnight noises, but without Jim beside me even the whir of the refrigerator sounded ominous. I tossed and turned and looked at the clock. Please, God, help me feel comfortable enough to fall back to sleep. 
I rolled over onto my side and pulled the covers over my head. Something smelled really nice all of a sudden. My sheets? No detergent smelled this natural, this refreshing. I poked my head out into the air. Flowers, I realized, taking in the scent. I smell flowers.
I let my mind wander, enjoying the comforting fragrance, when a thought came to me. I'd always heard that angels could give off a floral scent. the strong fragrance I was experiencing suggested the house was full of them. Like a bouquet of angels! I was hardly alone without Jim. My fears faded as the noises subsided, and I slept like a baby that weekend. Well rested, I welcomed my husband back home.

He Makes Winds His Messengers:
For the first time in my life, I lived somewhere I could plant real flowers, the type that would attract the hummingbirds I loved. I didn't have much experience as a gardener, but I wasn't worried. How hard could it be? I thought as I got out my spade on that long awaited day.
I had carefully researched which flowers would be best, focusing on bright colors, especially the hummingbirds' favorite - red. I'd bought seeds and bulbs of all kinds and spent the better part of a day carefully planting them just how the instructions specified. In the end, I was all dirty and sweaty. Now, I just had to wait...and wait...and wait.
Weeks later, the only things to sprout were a few geraniums. I tried to stay hopeful. 
Surely, the brilliant red and deep purple flowers shown on the packet would draw in a few hummingbirds. Finally, the flowers bloomed...a pale pink. No hummingbirds came. None. Nada. Zilch.
I shared my tale of woe with a friend from church, one who had her own garden and plenty of visiting hummingbirds. "I'll pray that God sends some your way," she said.
The next day I was biking around the neighborhood, a gentle breeze blowing, when I spotted two hummingbirds flitting along, iridescent feathers shining as they danced in the wind. I stopped my bike and watched until the wind picked up and carried them away. I had to laugh. Hummingbirds would come to my garden one day. Then, God would send the angelic creatures to me.

Heaven's Music:
Flashing red lights signaled an oncoming train, and I stopped just as the traffic arm came down at the railroad tracks. I was headed to the office for a meeting, but it was a short drive and I was early. I could afford to wait. My thoughts wandered to David, a former coworker of mine. He'd been struck by a train and killed. It had been years since the accident, but I could still remember the shock of it as though it was yesterday. He had been so young, so full of life. 
In the break room, he liked to make big pronouncements about music. "Eric Clapton was the greatest guitar player to ever live" he announced one day, a huge smile on his face. Nobody disagreed. Who would want to dispute such a fan? He was passionate about his musical tastes. I found myself wondering if he had been as passionate about his faith.
Surely David's relationship with God was none of my business, but to ease my somber mood, I reached for the knob on the dashboard. The radio turned on with a click. I immediately recognized the song, and the voice, that floated out through the car speakers. "Would you know my name," sang Eric Clapton, "if I saw you in Heaven?' I couldn't help thinking that David, the super fan, would know Clapton anywhere. Even in Heaven where I was sure my old friend was right that minute.

On this Christmas day, here are 2 short stories...

           Angels in Bloom...Heaven's Green Thumb

  I've always loved plants, but that's probably because I grew up with a father whose favorite pastime was gardening. One of my earliest memories is dropping a kernel of corn into freshly tilled soil. Even our dog was named Daisy! Dad just seemed to have the touch, and I guess it ran in the family.
  Once I was an adult, Dad and I exchanged cuttings. One Christmas I presented him with a tiny potted evergreen, complete with ornaments. When it outgrew the container, Dad returned it to me and I planted it in my yard. It grew to be a magnificent juniper. "You know, Dad," I told him one day on the phone, "I still have trouble with amaryllis bulbs. You have a knack for forcing them to bloom."
  "I persuade them to bloom," Dad joked. "Remember, you have to be patient."
  When Dad passed away, the spray of flowers on his casket was laden with daisies and ivy. Every family member took cuttings of the ivy to plant and one of the daisies to press.
  A few months later I was in my basement, which we called "the dungeon" because it is so dark and unwelcoming. As soon as I descended the stairs a flash of red caught my eye. There, in a corner amid my empty flowerpots, were two amaryllis blossoms on a single, leafless stem. They'd had no soil, no sunlight and no water-- but somehow they'd been persuaded to grow.
  Dad still had the touch, even from heaven. 

          He makes winds his messengers....

  As soon as I woke up I knew something was wrong. It was the dead of night in the middle of a snowy winter, but even so, my bedroom was suspiciously cold, colder than it should have been that time of year. I threw off my bedding, searched for my slippers and made my way downstairs.
  Mom was already there wrapped in a blanket. "You won't believe this, but the strangest thing happened. The front door blew open," she said. "The hallway's covered in snow.  And if that wasn't bad enough, the pilot light went out on the furnace!"
  "Must have been some kind of wind to blow open that door," I said. The old wood door had swollen shut long ago. We'd stopped trying to pry it open and used the back door instead.
  "I'll call someone from the heating company first thing in the morning and ask them to come out and take a look." Mom said. "Meanwhile, you give me a hand with this door." We closed it as best we could.
  After the furnace man took a look the next day, he told Mom and me to wait outside. "Ma'am, your pilot light is not the problem," he said. "A crack in your furnace is allowing the escape of deadly carbon monoxide. I just ran a test and detected high levels inside your home. I don't know how you lasted through the night."
  Mom and I knew. God's strong winter wind had let itself in.

 
  

For Jim's birthday here are some quotes:

"Lives are like rivers: Eventually they go where they must."
     by George Sand, author

"Life is a song - sing it.
Life is a game - play it.
Life is a challenge - meet it.
Life is a dream - realize it.
Life is a sacrifice - offer it.
Life is love - enjoy it."
     by Sai Baba, spiritual leader and philanthropist 

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal."
     Irish proverb

"The song is ended, but the melody lingers on... "
    by Irving Berlin, songwriter

"What we once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose,
 for all that we love deeply becomes part of us."
    by Helen Keller

"As is a tale, so is a life: Not how long it is but how good it is, is what matters."
   by Seneca, philosopher

"Only a moment you stayed, but what an imprint your footprints have left on our hearts." anonymous

"Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy."   anonymous

"To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home."
    by Denice Envail, writer

"How very softly you tiptoed into our world, almost silently:
  Only a moment you stayed. But what an imprint your footprints
  have left on our hearts."
     by Julie C. Gardner 

"Perhaps passing through the gates of death is like passing quietly through the gate in a pasture fence. On the other side, you keep walking, without the need to look back. No shock, no drama, just the lifting of a plank or two in a simple wooden gate in a clearing. Neither pain, nor floods of light, nor great voices, but just the silent crossing of a meadow."
    by Mark Helprin, author

Famous Shakespeare quote....
    "All the world's a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players,
    They have their exits and their entrances,
    And one man in his time plays many parts."

        God Bless Jim in Heaven.....Love you...

On this Memorial Day here is an encouragement for your spirit:
"There is a lone blue heron that visits the lake on the trail I walk. It comes and goes throughout the year. It's the only one of its kind among the ducks and geese. The fact that it's a loner doesn't stop it from coming to the lake periodically. Sometimes I look at it and feel sorry for it. Does it feel lonely? Maybe it just hangs out at the lake every now and then for nourishment. We seem to be alike, the heron and I -- socially awkward. In a crowd of familiar or unfamiliar faces, I sometimes feel as if I don't belong or I feel lonely. If you invite me to your party, I will come, but I already have my escape mapped out. Sometimes I just don't know what to say or what to do...you know...it's awkward. Maybe I am socially challenged because of my perceptions of myself. As I mature in Christ, this Scripture gives me comfort, because Jesus assures me that I was made with tender loving care. Not only that, I am a marvelous creation. Therefore, I can hold my head up high in every social situation. Jesus was unique in that He was the Messiah with human qualities, but He showed confidence in social settings. Jesus had to be approachable to all types of people in order for Him to be influential. We too should allow our confidence in Christ to help us in social situations to reach the lost. Take heart in the knowledge that Jesus already knows all about us, and we are all created uniquely and marvelously and made acceptable in Christ." by Tracy Eldridge

The second poem is this one dated January 25, 2004:

                     W  M  D

              Cold  Feet  Cold  Feet
            I had an opinion years ago
           Now I'm afraid to even show
       Talking religion or politics really blows
                  Show  Blows

      There are things so technical we never had
       Now basic communication is pretty sad
                 Long   Ago
            Gold  Feet  Gold  Feet
             Cheat!  Cheat!  Cheat!

          Marshall law is almost here
           I give religion only a year
         You can't believe anything you hear
        All of us know the quickening is here
             Believe  me it's here
            Sneak!  Sneak! Sneak!

        The media clown jerks our strings
         Distorting the truth is their thing
       Who's ahead in the government polls
      Speak softly now or your future will roll
          Clown  Distorting  Polls

       Who's the con doing these terrible things ?
       A ring of terrorist's who think they're kings
            Government Now Kings
              Old Feet Old Feet
              Weak ! Weak ! Weak !

          Promise me people before I go
       Start having an opinion like years ago
             Let us all run the show
   Lies of weapons of mass destruction have got to go
             Let Liquid Gold Flow

       Make the media clown tell the truth
            Bring home the troops
       Expose the ring and depose the kings
     Terrorist government can't jerk our strings
            Doing  Terrible  Things

         Let's free this nation this year
       Lack of communication is the only fear
     Feed a homeless person more than once a year
      Because there is nothing worse than cold feet
                       
                     by James H Pidgeon

On this Christmas day here are two of Jim's poems:

          Two Eyes  Two Ears

   Giraffes and Lions and elephants too
    All want to welcome you to the zoo
You see these creatures are like teachers too
  They know what humans are about to do
      Creatures Teachers  Zoo News
 Please take some time and quit being blind
 Remember this world is theirs to enjoy too
     Talk to the animals in the zoo
        Enjoy  World  Sometime

       Dogs and cats and birds too
  All want to be happy and please you
       Don't forget to adopt a pet
   You won't regret being happy too
       Adopt Human Happy Pet

      Why do we need these zoos ?
Two eyes two ears they walk and talk too
Sounds like these teachers have a lot to do
             True To You

    They are here for us to learn from
    So why do we continue to be dumb
     Please people before it's too late
  Quit all killing and having so much hate
     Fear is the biggest enemy of all
    Learn from the past before we fall
             Feed Us All !

   We can knock down all the walls
      Make greed against the law
        Dumb Hate All Fear
   
   Remember being blind is never kind
    Just thank the animals in the zoo

         They Walk With You...

            by James H Pidgeon

This is a favorite song Jim and I used to sing called "FreeBird"
If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on now, Cause there's too many places I've got to see.
But if I stayed here with you,girl, things just couldn't be the same
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you cannot change.
 Sung by Ronnie Van Zant of Lynyrd Skynyrd 1976, hard rock at it's finest. Love you, Jim...

In honor of Jim's American Indian heritage here is a Lakota Prayer:
  Teach me how to trust my heart, my mind, my intuition, my inner
  knowing, the senses of my body, the blessings of my spirit.
  Teach me to trust these things so that I may enter my sacred space
  and love beyond my fear and thus walk in balance with the passing 
  of each glorious sun.

For this Christmas here is a message from St. Francis de Sales:

      Make yourself familiar with the angels,
      and behold them frequently in spirit;
      for without being seen,
      they are present with you.

For Jim's Birthday, here is a favorite song:

 "Knights in White Satin" by the Moody Blues

Nights in white satin never reaching the end
letters I've written never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before
just what the truth is I can't say anymore,
'cause I love you, yes I love you, I love you.

Gazing at people some hand in hand
just what I'm going through they can't understand
Some try to tell me thoughts they cannot defend
just what you want to be you will be in the end
'cause I love you, yes I love you, I love you.

God Bless Jim in Heaven, Amen

This Christmas I have a prayer and two quotes. God Bless Jim.

      A Christmas Prayer

Lord, creator of all things wonderful,
in the cold and darkness of winter,
You bring light and life to us all
with your gift of the newborn baby Jesus,
He is a bright star in the sky.
He is hope.   Amen.

Our task must be to free ourselves...by widening our circle of
compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature
and its beauty  --Albert Einstein

The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by
the way its animals are treated.  --Mohandas Gandhi

For Jim's birthday I thought I would write down the song lyrics we used to sing together. It seems appropriate at this time.

      "Old Time Rock n' Roll"  by Bob Seger"

      Just take those old records off the shelf
      I'll sit and listen to them by myself
      Today's music ain't got the same soul
      I like that old time rock n' roll.

      Don't try to take me to a disco
      You'll never even get me out on the floor
      In ten minutes, I'll be late for the door
      I like that old time rock n' roll.

      Still like that old time rock n' roll
      That kind of music just soothes the soul
      I reminisce about the days of old
      With that old time rock n' roll.

      Won't go to hear them play a tango
      I'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul
      There's only one sure way to get me to go
      Start playing old time rock n' roll.

      Call me a relic, call me what you will
      Say I'm old-fashioned, say I'm over the hill
      Today's music ain't got the same soul
      I like that old time rock n' roll.

      Still like that old time rock n' roll
      That kind of music just soothes the soul
      I reminisce about the days of old
      With that old time rock n' roll.

       God Bless You Jim

This Christmas I want to put one of Jim's poems here that I recently found in a small notebook at the back of a shelf. It's not social commentary as he usually wrote about, but a lighter side of him.

                    Love Is

Love is for the lucky few
Love will rule everything you do
Without it you will turn to sand
With it you will always take a stand

Some will be jealous of you
Some will cheer your heart so true
True love means you passed the test
Those who lust are lost at best

As soul mates we know all this is true
Love is forever for me and you
Be thankful each day for what you've got
Never say why to things that are not

Always be willing to lend a hand
Help mankind to take a stand
Be humble now, take the narrow path
The wide road always makes us crash

Little things in life mean the most
Telling me your deeds don't come close
A smile, a call, or concern if you are all right
May save someone and make life right

Share your gift with all everyday
Loving all who are ready to receive it
It's the only way

  by James H Pidgeon

On Jim's Birthday here are some quotes:

I feel my fate in what I cannot fear
I learn by going where I have to go...  Theodore Roethke

Teach us...
To give and not to count the cost;
To fight and not to heed the wounds;
To toil and not to seek for rest...      St. Ignatius

The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
Is the wisdom of humility...          T. S. Eliot

I wanted to put a couple of Jim's poems here but I put them in the "stories" section instead. His words are provocative and heartfelt. God Bless His Soul....

Oh Holy Night!
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appear'd and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!

Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
Oh night divine
Oh night when Christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night divine

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here come the wise men from Orient land.
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger
In all our trials born to be our friend

Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
And in His name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name

Christ is the Lord! Oh praise His Name forever,
His power and glory evermore proclaim

Oh night divine, Oh night, Oh night divine

On Jim's birthday I selected some favorite quotes to share.

  This Self is never born, nor does It die, nor after once having been, does It go into non-being. This Self is unborn, eternal, changeless, ancient. It is never destroyed even when the body is destroyed.
                                 Bhagavad Gita

  Life is given to us on the definite understanding that we boldly defend it to the last.                        Charles Dickens

  Man stands in his own shadow and wonders why it's dark.
                                  Zen Proverb

  All strength, all healing of every nature is the changing of the vibrations from within, the attuning of the divine within the living tissue of a body to Creative Energies. This alone is healing.
                                  Edgar Cayce

  The wise man is as a guest-house, and he admits all the thoughts that occur to him, whether of joy or of sorrow, with the same welcome, knowing that like Abraham, he may entertain angels unawares.
                                   Rumi

On this Christmas Day, I found a poem:
Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us every day,
Unseen, unheard but always near,
Still loved, still missed and very dear.
If you pay attention, just as you are waking, you may see a brief vision of your loved one and hear their voice as clear as day, or see them in your dream to let you know they are alive and well on the other side of the veil. Robert Frost said: " In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on." And so, we must live our lives here on earth to the best of our ability with the help of God and our loved ones who have passed over to guide us. God Bless us all.
I have seen Jim in a brief vision, heard his voice. Another time I dreamed that Jim came to say "Hi" and then I woke up. This gives me comfort that he's ok in Heaven and is looking out for me here on earth.
God Bless Jim on this Christmas Day. Amen

Today is Jim's earthly birthday. Our hearts ache and we miss him. God Bless Jim in Heaven. Amen

I live in gratitude to all my family, friends and especially Jim for the time we shared together on this earth. It has not only enriched my soul but has taught me valuable lessons in the emotional expression of the human heart. Love celebrates life. I thank you for celebrating the fullness of what we were, what we are, and what we are yet to become in Heaven. Amen

I had so much to to tell you and I had so many questions to ask you. I wanted you to know and meet your grandchildren. I always thought about you and prayed you would come back to see us one day. I wish things would have turned out different. I want you to know you had three children who loved you so very much. Rest In Peace Dad!! I have alway missed you!!

We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name. In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.  It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone; for part of us went with you, the day God called you home.  Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same; but as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again. God bless Jim and us all, Amen

We give thanks that Jim lived sixty-one years by God's Grace on this earth.
We give thanks that Jim touched so many people's lives in a positive way.
And we give thanks that when our time comes, Jim will be on the other side of the pearly gates welcoming us home. Amen