I remember as a kid going to Church and Grandmas every Sunday to visit Grandma and Grandpa and my Aunt Adiline and our six cousins. The adults always greated each other with hugs and always seemed to have plenty to laugh and talk about.

       Later Dad would come out play baseball or basketball with us. There was always plenty of laughter some arguing but plenty of  hugs after the game was over.

Through these times I learned how important it was to have God in my life and that Family always helps family! We were going to church with dad if we wanted to or not. But as we got older and and we began a personal relationship with Jesus we continued to go to the same church with dad and helped each other through all the tough times and rejoiced as God blessed our family.

If I learned nothing else from my dad, I learned how important it was to be a prayer warrior! When i would listen to Dad lead the congregation in prayer after taking prayer requests...He at time prayed with such heat felt tenacity...he began to weep and sob as he brought the requests before the throne of God ...humbling himself before God ... then Praising and Glorifying God for his wonderful love....I miss you dad. I am thankful to God for you in my life. I love you ... and am confident that you are in the congregation with the saints in heaven...Thank you Father God and Lord Jesus

     On the third Sunday of every month our church group from Trinity Assembly of God Church goes to minister to the folks at the Manor Nursing Home.  There was a time when Mike Pastina was part of our group. 

     Mike loved to be there praising the Lord and he knew a lot of the folk there at that time. After greeting each person individually, Mike would get going singing and praising Jesus whom he loved so much. He would do a dance that you would swear was right out of Saturday Night Fever. He would get moving and pointing his finger to the ceiling. Boy, could he move at his age!  Everyone enjoyed MIke very much. We were proud to have him as part of our group.  So he lovingly earned the name from some of us as "Disco Mike".  

     A few years passed and Mike's health was failing him.  He ended up being a resident of the Manor himself.  He always came in his wheel chair to hear our group sing on the third Sunday.  When we would ask how Disco MIke was doing he would always smile at the name and then tell us he was doing ok.  I think he liked the notoriaty. 

     Now Disco MIke has gone home to be with his sweet Jesus.  He will be greatly missed but we know that Disco Mike is singing and dancing in that Heavenly Choir in the sky. Dance on Disco MIke we love and miss you.