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maggiec
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In our pastorial care program we were taught that the last thing a dying person looses is their hearing. I’m sure your mother was comforted by your words. May God be with you
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maggieodae
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susiesf,
You are in my prayers. I know exactly what you have been through and how hard it is. I also held my beloved husband for hours, singing Divine Mercy to him as he labored for each breath. He died Dec 13th, in my arms.
I miss him so, but I know God has a plan for each of our lives. I try to remember my beloved with Joy for the years we had, and Joy for his Eternal life that he has now entered. We are now together in heart, but physically apart. I know one day I shall see him once again, just as you shall one day see your mother.
Meantime, we cherish their memories, and live our lives to give Glory to God, and He will sustain us. May God comfort you and give you strength to face each new day with hope, and courage.
jmj,
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susiesf
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Joyfulmess,
Thank you so much for your thoughtful response to my post. It’s only been since Dec.13,2005 that this happen. I’m grieving terribly.
I will write again but duty calls for Dad right now.
You comforted me, that’s surely true. I’ts a help to know I’m not the only one having been next to Mom at her least breath. I did lay with her in her hospital bed - the nurses moved her over a bit so I could fit in. I prayed and talked about almost everything and anything I could think of that needed to be said. But, each time I see that vision in my mind, of Mom being gone - so fast - my heart breaks in a million pieces.
Now, my Dad being 93 is having a very hard time (Mom was 80) I just moved him into a 1 bedroom at an Assisted Living Facility. He seems happy, but doesn’t get around well, with a walker but just so depressed. I can’t hardly bare that as well. He’s been complaining of chest pain, and becomes short of breath pretty easily. He has some wonderful friends, a bit younger, but nevertheless wonderful people.
I don’t really ever want to forget the moment’s and days I spent in the hospital (3 days) - the hospital gave me a bed in the room with her. Her breathing was so labored - I could always hear her, and when it became silent, and I stepped to her bed, she was gone. My lets collapsed under me. Oh God!! I couldn’t believe this had happen. But, I did follow her Advanced Directives to a tee - I pray again and always she is at peace with God, our Lady, with her family, and her pet’s…
I did the Chaplet of Divine Mercy while laying next to her - I read Sr. Faustina’s book and remembered it saying how good it is to say at a person dying. I couldn’t remember all the words to the Chaplet - but I did my best - I think God honored it.
Just so nice to chat about all that has happened.
By the way, my best friend gave me a beautiful journel to write all my daily thoughts of my Mom. I love it - it’s like writing her a letter. I absolutely love writing in it.
Fondly,
susiesf
Thank you so much for your thoughtful response to my post. It’s only been since Dec.13,2005 that this happen. I’m grieving terribly.
I will write again but duty calls for Dad right now.
You comforted me, that’s surely true. I’ts a help to know I’m not the only one having been next to Mom at her least breath. I did lay with her in her hospital bed - the nurses moved her over a bit so I could fit in. I prayed and talked about almost everything and anything I could think of that needed to be said. But, each time I see that vision in my mind, of Mom being gone - so fast - my heart breaks in a million pieces.
Now, my Dad being 93 is having a very hard time (Mom was 80) I just moved him into a 1 bedroom at an Assisted Living Facility. He seems happy, but doesn’t get around well, with a walker but just so depressed. I can’t hardly bare that as well. He’s been complaining of chest pain, and becomes short of breath pretty easily. He has some wonderful friends, a bit younger, but nevertheless wonderful people.
I don’t really ever want to forget the moment’s and days I spent in the hospital (3 days) - the hospital gave me a bed in the room with her. Her breathing was so labored - I could always hear her, and when it became silent, and I stepped to her bed, she was gone. My lets collapsed under me. Oh God!! I couldn’t believe this had happen. But, I did follow her Advanced Directives to a tee - I pray again and always she is at peace with God, our Lady, with her family, and her pet’s…
I did the Chaplet of Divine Mercy while laying next to her - I read Sr. Faustina’s book and remembered it saying how good it is to say at a person dying. I couldn’t remember all the words to the Chaplet - but I did my best - I think God honored it.
Just so nice to chat about all that has happened.
By the way, my best friend gave me a beautiful journel to write all my daily thoughts of my Mom. I love it - it’s like writing her a letter. I absolutely love writing in it.
Fondly,
susiesf
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maggieodae
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Writing is good therapy susies,
Yes, my dear husband died just this month…on the 13th. I wrote an article about his death just a week ago. It will be published sometime in the new year in Canticle. It is truley healing and comforting to write love letters to our departed loved ones. I still write notes to my own father, who died 21 years ago.
Keeping you in prayers and your dear Dad.
jmj,
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Thank you for all the wonderful stories and blessings I have been given already on the forum. I am so thankful.
God Bless You All, susiesf
My Mom’s Guest Book is at www.mlive.com - in your address bar…click on News/Biz…Saginaw News…Robina Somerville (Choppy)
Please feel free to enter something as beautiful as I have read on here.
During the course of my Mom’s illness she had to be in a Nursing Home for Rebhab. She ended up going back and forth to hospital, with different illnesses. On the third day she was there - before one of her trips to hospital,her Wedding Rings were stolen, and her Prescription glasses. I pray that the person who did these deeds will one day own up to what they have done. I continue to pray that these people be converted. She wore those rings for 57 years and one that was sodered on was her Mother’s engagement ring. Mom had no idea they were gone or where they could be and never once mentioned they were gone. I did make a complaint to the State and they will be investigating. But, now I feel she knows what happen. And, she’s probably telling me how sorry she is that it happen - but these things do happen.
Again, susiesf
Thank you for all the wonderful stories and blessings I have been given already on the forum. I am so thankful.
God Bless You All, susiesf
My Mom’s Guest Book is at www.mlive.com - in your address bar…click on News/Biz…Saginaw News…Robina Somerville (Choppy)
Please feel free to enter something as beautiful as I have read on here.
During the course of my Mom’s illness she had to be in a Nursing Home for Rebhab. She ended up going back and forth to hospital, with different illnesses. On the third day she was there - before one of her trips to hospital,her Wedding Rings were stolen, and her Prescription glasses. I pray that the person who did these deeds will one day own up to what they have done. I continue to pray that these people be converted. She wore those rings for 57 years and one that was sodered on was her Mother’s engagement ring. Mom had no idea they were gone or where they could be and never once mentioned they were gone. I did make a complaint to the State and they will be investigating. But, now I feel she knows what happen. And, she’s probably telling me how sorry she is that it happen - but these things do happen.
Again, susiesf
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maggieodae
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I know it adds to your pain losing something so precious dear, but I know your Mom is now working mightily to bring truth to the person who took the items. No pain is wasted. As you say, these things do happen.
My DH suffered a terrible fall 4 days before he died. The nurses were not in attendance as per orders that he was not to be left alone. He broke his nose and bit his tongue. It was horrible, but this too I know God used for good somehow. The staff felt terrible about it, so I don’t blame them. We all just prayed his suffering would ease up. It was sad to see him suffering so and with his poor face was so badly hurt, it made it almost impossible to bear. Of course we knew because of the fall, and the CT scans for that, that the cancer had entered his brain also. It brought us face to face with the fact there was no more medicine could do, so I guess that was a grace in a way. My dh even joked about the guy who hit him.
Praying for you and yours,
jmj
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susiesf
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M.O. -
Thank you so much for your kind words in Mum’s Guest Book. It means so much to me. I write to her each day in my new Journal that my very dear friend gave me.
You must be a very thoughtful person - I can see you have experienced the same pain as I have. Please keep in touch.
Very fondly, susiesf
Thank you so much for your kind words in Mum’s Guest Book. It means so much to me. I write to her each day in my new Journal that my very dear friend gave me.
You must be a very thoughtful person - I can see you have experienced the same pain as I have. Please keep in touch.
Very fondly, susiesf
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Toni
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This post I would like to dedicate to some people who were very instrumental in helping me to live and love my faith.
My grandmother who suffered for 11 years and was unable to speak the last 9 of them.
Her suffering helped bring me back to the faith.
My Grandfather who was so faithful and prayed so hard till the day he died. (He left me his busts of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the Immaculate heart of Mary which still hang in my bedroom.
My mother who died August 20, 2002. My pillar to lean on. My teacher. I am grateful that I had the opportunity to thank her for my faith while she was still living.
She died suddenly and nothing ever broke my heart so badly as losing her.
If I could give a tribute to anyone it would be her since she always stayed on me.
She always taught me the importance of raising my children in the faith and what it meant to be a strong Catholic.
She was not always easy on me about these issues. But her prayer was constant and she never gave up.
She had such a love for the Saints and was so active in the church.
She loved the Pope and always followed the teachings of the church.
She always listened to me and loved me even if she did not always agree with me.
She was always so full of love and laughter. Oh how I miss her but am glad that everyday that I receive the Eucharist I know that somehow she is with me.
Thanks for posting this. I am grateful.
My grandmother who suffered for 11 years and was unable to speak the last 9 of them.
Her suffering helped bring me back to the faith.
My Grandfather who was so faithful and prayed so hard till the day he died. (He left me his busts of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the Immaculate heart of Mary which still hang in my bedroom.
My mother who died August 20, 2002. My pillar to lean on. My teacher. I am grateful that I had the opportunity to thank her for my faith while she was still living.
She died suddenly and nothing ever broke my heart so badly as losing her.
If I could give a tribute to anyone it would be her since she always stayed on me.
She always taught me the importance of raising my children in the faith and what it meant to be a strong Catholic.
She was not always easy on me about these issues. But her prayer was constant and she never gave up.
She had such a love for the Saints and was so active in the church.
She loved the Pope and always followed the teachings of the church.
She always listened to me and loved me even if she did not always agree with me.
She was always so full of love and laughter. Oh how I miss her but am glad that everyday that I receive the Eucharist I know that somehow she is with me.
Thanks for posting this. I am grateful.
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susiesf
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Maggie O. -
The story of little Sadie touched my heart deeply. She truly was a little flower following her dreams and seeing them manifest in her short life time.
The Little FLower is truly a beautiful and blessed Saint of ours. Thank God we are able to be in touch with Saints such as she is.
A few years back each time I did a Novena to the Little Flower I would receive flowers from someone or somewhere. It amazed me…and made me me so joyful.
One of them was when my dear Step-son wow was riding his bicycle home from his friends. It was the last day of my Novena. He walked in the door and handed me a basket of silk flowers in a straw basket he had found in the middle of the street. Wow.
Did it fall out of the sky for him - I think it may have. To this day, which would be about 15 years now - I keep those flowers in my house at all times. Everytime I see it I think, “oh yes, this is all so real and wonderful.”
I love these types of episodes that are so lovely. I’ve done extensive reading about all the Saints and all he volumes of ‘The Poem of the Man God.’ Have you read that? I know it has been said it isn’t approved to read, but it is now. You don’t have to believe the books (The Poem of the Man God) but they are wonderful. It took me 9 months to read all the volumes. I couldn’t put them down.
God be with you and I know Sadie is in Paradise - I pray my Mum is fortunate enough to see children such as Sadie…
Again, God Bless, susiesf
The story of little Sadie touched my heart deeply. She truly was a little flower following her dreams and seeing them manifest in her short life time.
The Little FLower is truly a beautiful and blessed Saint of ours. Thank God we are able to be in touch with Saints such as she is.
A few years back each time I did a Novena to the Little Flower I would receive flowers from someone or somewhere. It amazed me…and made me me so joyful.
One of them was when my dear Step-son wow was riding his bicycle home from his friends. It was the last day of my Novena. He walked in the door and handed me a basket of silk flowers in a straw basket he had found in the middle of the street. Wow.
Did it fall out of the sky for him - I think it may have. To this day, which would be about 15 years now - I keep those flowers in my house at all times. Everytime I see it I think, “oh yes, this is all so real and wonderful.”
I love these types of episodes that are so lovely. I’ve done extensive reading about all the Saints and all he volumes of ‘The Poem of the Man God.’ Have you read that? I know it has been said it isn’t approved to read, but it is now. You don’t have to believe the books (The Poem of the Man God) but they are wonderful. It took me 9 months to read all the volumes. I couldn’t put them down.
God be with you and I know Sadie is in Paradise - I pray my Mum is fortunate enough to see children such as Sadie…
Again, God Bless, susiesf
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Edwin1961
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I just got a phone call from one of my friends from my church. The woman who was responsible for our Christmas and Lent pierogie and nut roll sales, Bertha, just passed away. SHe had been ill for about a year now. Bertha was the first person I met when I arrived at my church forthe first time in 2002. (For being a small parish, everyone KNOWS everyone, so when a stranger comes in, you are welcomed by Bertha).
I would like everyone to remember her in your prayers for the faithful departed.
I would like everyone to remember her in your prayers for the faithful departed.
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maggieodae
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Praying Edwin.
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maggieodae
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For the Memory of my Beloved. 1942 - Dec. 13, 2005
Christmas of 2005 will always live in our hearts as one of great Joy and of great Sorrow. My beloved husband lost his final battle with cancer, just 12 days before Christmas. Eight days before Christmas, we all gathered to say our final earthly farewells at the funeral and the graveyard. What a strange Christmas it would turn out to be. God provided the laughter and the joy, even in the midst of darkness and sorrow.
In the few short days left before the Holiday, I managed to do Christmas shopping and receive little graces from our loving God. My husband had left instructions on what to buy for each of our children. Strange as it may seem, each item purchased made this Christmas special. None of the things on the list were of great value, but each one carried a message of love for my family members beyond the grave.
As I set out to do the shopping, I had no idea how I would ever find some of the items listed. I am not a shopper by nature, and the list seemed a bit odd at the time. Stealing myself to honor my beloved’s last wishes, I walked into the mall feeling totally disoriented. As I began the trek through throngs of joyful shoppers, my heart felt like lead. But in an instant, all that would change.
At the first turn in the Mall, there in the window of a shop, was the first item on the list. Now, this was no ordinary item to say the least. It was the one I felt I would never be able to find. Hanging there in plain sight was an artist original painting of the Kansas City Chiefs. It was fabulously done and exactly as my husband had envisioned it to be in his little note. His instructions were to buy our son Russ, a painting of the Kansas City Chief’s football team that would represent all the wonderful times they had enjoyed through the years. Sports were a big part of their father and son relationship and this painting was perfect.
The next problem was how to pay for such an item. I was certain it must be much too expensive for my strained budget. After enquiring about the price from the shops owner, I was almost speechless that it was the exact amount; Gene had budgeted for our son’s gift. The next problem came when the credit card machine would not connect to the credit center. The lines were down and she had no way to verify a purchase. The shop owner was a bit frustrated, but she came up with a solution. A solution, which would prove heaven, sent.
Instructing me to go to the malls ATM machine and directions on where it was, I set out to get the cash and hurry back to buy the painting. I did not want to take a chance of someone else buying it that could pay cash on the spot. Hurrying as fast as I could to the other end of the mall, I retrieved the needed purchase price and turned to make the walk back to the shop. Just as I turned back into the corridor, there in a side hallway, was the second item on the list. A Butterfly pendant and earrings my husband had instructed me to buy for our daughter Robin. Another item I had no clear idea where to locate. I had made some calls to the local Jewelry shops the day before to no avail. No one had carried such a special set as Gene had described. But against all odds…there it was. It was also a gift choice, which was special to me. You see, Gene had always loved the butterfly jewelry that my father gave me just before he died. Gene loved the story of the Butterfly and what it symbolizes to those who believe in Eternal life. The Butterfly symbolizes the resurrection of all men, derived from the three stages of butterfly’s life: caterpillar, chrysalis and butterfly - hence, life, death and resurrection. I felt Gene was trying to let our daughter know that he was still present at our Celebration, and that he would always watch over his little girl. The little diamond chips in the set were also absolutely perfect. Gene had instructed that it needed to have a small diamond as it was part of his plan to make my daughter smile when she opened the rest of the gift he had chosen for her. I had already located that item…it was not that hard to find. It was a pair of ordinary work overalls I could purchase at Wal-Mart. The secret to the gift was a memory of the prior July 4th celebration. Gene had teased Robin and Mike about their becoming just like the couple on the old TV series; “Green Acres.”
They had just moved into their new country estate the previous month. Gene got a tickle out of Robin riding the tractor they had just purchased to keep the 21 acres mowed. He said she reminded him of Eva Gabor, with her diamonds and overalls. Again, the purchase price was exactly the amount Gene had set aside for the gift.
Christmas of 2005 will always live in our hearts as one of great Joy and of great Sorrow. My beloved husband lost his final battle with cancer, just 12 days before Christmas. Eight days before Christmas, we all gathered to say our final earthly farewells at the funeral and the graveyard. What a strange Christmas it would turn out to be. God provided the laughter and the joy, even in the midst of darkness and sorrow.
In the few short days left before the Holiday, I managed to do Christmas shopping and receive little graces from our loving God. My husband had left instructions on what to buy for each of our children. Strange as it may seem, each item purchased made this Christmas special. None of the things on the list were of great value, but each one carried a message of love for my family members beyond the grave.
As I set out to do the shopping, I had no idea how I would ever find some of the items listed. I am not a shopper by nature, and the list seemed a bit odd at the time. Stealing myself to honor my beloved’s last wishes, I walked into the mall feeling totally disoriented. As I began the trek through throngs of joyful shoppers, my heart felt like lead. But in an instant, all that would change.
At the first turn in the Mall, there in the window of a shop, was the first item on the list. Now, this was no ordinary item to say the least. It was the one I felt I would never be able to find. Hanging there in plain sight was an artist original painting of the Kansas City Chiefs. It was fabulously done and exactly as my husband had envisioned it to be in his little note. His instructions were to buy our son Russ, a painting of the Kansas City Chief’s football team that would represent all the wonderful times they had enjoyed through the years. Sports were a big part of their father and son relationship and this painting was perfect.
The next problem was how to pay for such an item. I was certain it must be much too expensive for my strained budget. After enquiring about the price from the shops owner, I was almost speechless that it was the exact amount; Gene had budgeted for our son’s gift. The next problem came when the credit card machine would not connect to the credit center. The lines were down and she had no way to verify a purchase. The shop owner was a bit frustrated, but she came up with a solution. A solution, which would prove heaven, sent.
Instructing me to go to the malls ATM machine and directions on where it was, I set out to get the cash and hurry back to buy the painting. I did not want to take a chance of someone else buying it that could pay cash on the spot. Hurrying as fast as I could to the other end of the mall, I retrieved the needed purchase price and turned to make the walk back to the shop. Just as I turned back into the corridor, there in a side hallway, was the second item on the list. A Butterfly pendant and earrings my husband had instructed me to buy for our daughter Robin. Another item I had no clear idea where to locate. I had made some calls to the local Jewelry shops the day before to no avail. No one had carried such a special set as Gene had described. But against all odds…there it was. It was also a gift choice, which was special to me. You see, Gene had always loved the butterfly jewelry that my father gave me just before he died. Gene loved the story of the Butterfly and what it symbolizes to those who believe in Eternal life. The Butterfly symbolizes the resurrection of all men, derived from the three stages of butterfly’s life: caterpillar, chrysalis and butterfly - hence, life, death and resurrection. I felt Gene was trying to let our daughter know that he was still present at our Celebration, and that he would always watch over his little girl. The little diamond chips in the set were also absolutely perfect. Gene had instructed that it needed to have a small diamond as it was part of his plan to make my daughter smile when she opened the rest of the gift he had chosen for her. I had already located that item…it was not that hard to find. It was a pair of ordinary work overalls I could purchase at Wal-Mart. The secret to the gift was a memory of the prior July 4th celebration. Gene had teased Robin and Mike about their becoming just like the couple on the old TV series; “Green Acres.”
They had just moved into their new country estate the previous month. Gene got a tickle out of Robin riding the tractor they had just purchased to keep the 21 acres mowed. He said she reminded him of Eva Gabor, with her diamonds and overalls. Again, the purchase price was exactly the amount Gene had set aside for the gift.
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maggieodae
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With a much lighter heart, I found my way back to the shop where the painting was. Having tackled the 2 hardest gifts, the rest would be easy. The gift of new tires for our oldest was arranged the day of the funeral. Randy’s car broke down and he had to take my car to get home. I had already had it towed to the shop for a new starter, which Randy had asked me to do. I had instructed them to install new tires while they were making Randy’s requested repair. Gene had mused that Randy’s tires were looking mighty thin and dangerous on that day back in July. Randy was always too busy to buy new ones and just kept plugging the holes. He had suffered one of his usual flats at the party in July. Gene’s note for Randy of course was a set of new tires.
It all came into place with those 2 purchases. God was there with us all. He understood the grief we felt, but He wanted us to celebrate the greatest treasure of Christmas. The treasure of “Eternal Life” and the gift of His son whom he sent to earth 2000 years ago. A gift that would make it possible for our Circle of Love to remain unbroken.
It all came into place with those 2 purchases. God was there with us all. He understood the grief we felt, but He wanted us to celebrate the greatest treasure of Christmas. The treasure of “Eternal Life” and the gift of His son whom he sent to earth 2000 years ago. A gift that would make it possible for our Circle of Love to remain unbroken.
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jessi
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My mum died over five years ago, and she fully trusted the lord, and had a great devotion to our lady and the rosary. In fact, my family went to lourdes, France in the summer before she died or even knew about the Cancer. I am from England so it is quite easy to get there. But LOURDES is a truly awesome place, so I am sure she got some strength from just being there.
When we returned in Setember, my ex-husband and I heard the news that we were dreading. All the family noticed how weak, and ill she was and our fears were realised.
I was pregnant at the time with my first-born Max, and the weeks in that september was spent at my dads, with all the family supporting Mum.
My mum was only 53, and she was not going to see her grand-child. My mum died 3 weeks later in October. I found it very hard at first, but I needed to be strong for Max,s sake.
He was born in november, premature but he is fine. I do have also a little girl who,s 2 now
My dad still will not talk about my mum to my children but thats ok because I will always tell my kids what a wonderful person she was, and how much she trusted in the lord.
I do hope she can see her grand-kids above in heaven, and that she can see how much I love them.
When we returned in Setember, my ex-husband and I heard the news that we were dreading. All the family noticed how weak, and ill she was and our fears were realised.
I was pregnant at the time with my first-born Max, and the weeks in that september was spent at my dads, with all the family supporting Mum.
My mum was only 53, and she was not going to see her grand-child. My mum died 3 weeks later in October. I found it very hard at first, but I needed to be strong for Max,s sake.
He was born in november, premature but he is fine. I do have also a little girl who,s 2 now
My dad still will not talk about my mum to my children but thats ok because I will always tell my kids what a wonderful person she was, and how much she trusted in the lord.
I do hope she can see her grand-kids above in heaven, and that she can see how much I love them.
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Karen1996
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This is in memory of my Godfather, my “Parrain”, my uncle, who told my mother 10 years before I was born that he wanted to be my Godfather.
I love you, Parrain. I don’t know if I ever told you that while you were here, and I’m so sorry for that, but know I will see you someday.
Roy Raymond Gomez
July 30 1934 - October 2, 1987
I love you, Parrain. I don’t know if I ever told you that while you were here, and I’m so sorry for that, but know I will see you someday.
Roy Raymond Gomez
July 30 1934 - October 2, 1987
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kayla
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In memory of my Mom & Dad who departed from this world much to young.
May you both rest in the arms of Jesus our Savior!
I love and miss you both so much.
May you both rest in the arms of Jesus our Savior!
I love and miss you both so much.
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Cradle
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Please pray for my grandfather. He passed away today at 5pm in Central America. I ask that you pray for my mother also.
Eternal rest grant onto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine on him. May his soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, rest in your peace. Amen.
Eternal rest grant onto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine on him. May his soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, rest in your peace. Amen.
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Edwin1961
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January 28, 1986
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Let us remember the Challenger Crew who lost their lives 20 years ago today.
May the souls of the faithful departed
through the Mercy of God Rest in Peace. Amen
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Let us remember the Challenger Crew who lost their lives 20 years ago today.
May the souls of the faithful departed
through the Mercy of God Rest in Peace. Amen
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maggieodae
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In Memory of my Husband who died Dec. 13th, 2005.
His first BD in Heaven.
Yesterday I went out for lunch at Gene’s and my favorite restraunt to celebrate his BD which is tomorrow. Of course, the staff was a bit confused at first when I said 2 for lunch…my DH is here in spirit. I explained I was celebrating his first BD in heaven. They were great!
They all had a wonderful time as they made a real party out of it. They even brought me ice cream and cake and we sang HBD to Gene. They got a chuckle out of asking me about him and what I would be doing the rest of the day.
I told them I was going shopping at the Mall, and Gene would be sitting on a Mall bench (in spirit) as usual waiting for me.
Then I told them, he would be telling me all about the really homely people he had observed. "He always used to joke he spent his time counting Fat people and that God made some real strange looking ones too. (As in the teens with purple hair and earings in their nose.)
All in all, it was a lovely day! The restraunt was his favorite because it is a sports theme. TV’s all over to watch the game.
His first BD in Heaven.
Yesterday I went out for lunch at Gene’s and my favorite restraunt to celebrate his BD which is tomorrow. Of course, the staff was a bit confused at first when I said 2 for lunch…my DH is here in spirit. I explained I was celebrating his first BD in heaven. They were great!
They all had a wonderful time as they made a real party out of it. They even brought me ice cream and cake and we sang HBD to Gene. They got a chuckle out of asking me about him and what I would be doing the rest of the day.
I told them I was going shopping at the Mall, and Gene would be sitting on a Mall bench (in spirit) as usual waiting for me.
Then I told them, he would be telling me all about the really homely people he had observed. "He always used to joke he spent his time counting Fat people and that God made some real strange looking ones too. (As in the teens with purple hair and earings in their nose.)
All in all, it was a lovely day! The restraunt was his favorite because it is a sports theme. TV’s all over to watch the game.
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