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Leave a tributeI read this on a card today, and couldn't help but to think of you.
Love you very much Grandpa!
I know you’ll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That and angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above
When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When tomorrow starts without me, And I’m not there to see,
All filled with tears for me
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
All those dearly I love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I’d always thought,
I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
The thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday
Just even for a while,
I’d say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven’s gates
I felt so much at home
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn’t do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you’re free.
So won’t you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?”
Don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I’m right here, in your heart.
Love forever Mary Ann
From His great golden throne,
He said, “This is eternity,
And all I’ve promised you.
Today your life on earth is past
But here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day’s the same way,
There’s no longing for the past.
I WILL REMEMBER HIM WELL.
God's blessings to all.
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Herbie
I have fond memories of the little red Datsun truck daddy drove. Evan and I have been looking for a used truck to buy--for all the reasons trucks are good to have. Driving to a friend's house for lunch, I saw a red truck that looked like exactly what we wanted. I felt a little surge of joyful energy and said, out loud, "Thank you, daddy." On the way home I stopped to call Evan and tell him about the truck.I used FaceTime to show it to him. It was, indeed, exactly what we wanted. It had a manual transmission, but...oh well, I could learn to drive it (she says, hopefully.) Fast forward. We bought the truck. Now it was time to name it. I liked the idea of naming it after my dad, but in a playful way. He didn't like being called Herbie, but good friends were allowed to do so...specifically our next door neighbor, Dave Arnett.
I was driving to a local antique store/barn to look for a table for our new catio (screened-in patio for cats) and thinking about our truck and its name. I said, "Daddy, if it's okay to name our truck Herbie, please send me a sign." I wandered around at the antiques barn and found a wonderful wrought iron table for the catio. I decided to make one more loop around the place and walked outside, around the back of the building. As I was doing so, a man was unloading a table and chairs from the back of his truck. The table and chairs had a hummingbird motif. My eyes misted over. The hummingbird is the sign daddy sent right after he died, when I was feeling the deep sadness of separation and loss...hoping he was somewhere but knowing he was no longer here with us. Good sign, daddy. Great sign. The hummingbird table and chairs look great on our lower deck. My first stick shift driving lesson went well. I'm confident that I'll get the hang of it because I have the best co-pilot, ever. Thank you, daddy.
I hope Grandpa brought his fishing rod,
His hat, some bait to lure a cod.
For Heaven without fishing
Would leave Grandpa wishing
That he’d been sent to somewhere else.
God, if you don’t mind
Sending him back would be just fine.
I promise this time
I’ll listen closely to his stories
Perhaps write down his memories.
I swear I’ll go fishing with him,
Because, with Grandpa, I’ve never been.
Grandpa, if you’d let me
I’d cry you an ocean, wait and see
And all my memories
Could be the fish.
So whenever you wish
Throw a line out to sea
And you’ll catch reminders of you and me.
By: Juliana Judge
Comfort
Jesus has removed the sting of death (Cor. 15:55).Now we too have victory by believing in the Son of God's death and resurrection for us. Through Jesus'
perfect work, we can beat death---for good!
We owed a debt we couldn't pay;
Jesus paid a debt He didn't owe.
Rest in peace, Herb, rest in peace..
Love, Louise