September 3rd

There is not one day that goes by where I don't think about Paul but yesterday my thoughts were mainly of him, it was his birthday. I sent a message to Paul in a red balloon and watched it sail up so high that surely it made it to heaven. I watched until I could no longer see it.

Happy Birthday my love!!

There Must Be A Reason

That We Can't See,There Must Be A Reason Why

A Reason We Must Take On Faith

As We Do The Sun On High

For We Know That Life Is A Journey

Sometimes Long And Sometimes Brief

A Journey On Which We All Find Joy

Mingled With Sadness And Grief

So Try To Remember The Joy Today

However Hard It May Be

And Trust You'll Find Comfort

When You Know,

The Reason You Now Can Not See.

About sons and I think this is true:

You don’t raise heroes,
you raise sons. And if
you treat them like sons,
they’ll turn out heroes,
even if it’s just in
your own eyes.

Beautifully Imperfect

A friend sent me an email and it was a video from YouTube. This video is not just for anyone who has lost a loved one, but for all to cherish the loved ones who are still with us. Warning, it may bring a tear of two to your eyes and remind you how beautifully imperfect our loved ones are. The link is below.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4I3ZmNKYma0

In Memory of Jill

Remembered Joy

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free!
I follow the plan God laid for me.
I saw His face, I heard His call,
I took His hand and left it all...
I could not stay another day,
To love, to laugh, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
And if my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss...
Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss.
My life's been full, I've savoured much:
Good times, good friends, a loved-one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief—
Don't shorten yours with undue grief.
Be not burdened with tears of sorrow,
Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow.

The New Year

A new year brings time to reflect
on the children we love,
those who remain with us
and those for whom we grieve ~

Wayne Loder