Firstly, I want to thank every one of you for being so supportive by visiting my Dad's memorial and leaving lovely tokens and the occasional comments. I appreciate all this very much. I only hope I have been as supportive as you all have.
I will be taking time off from this site to attend to personal health issues (vision issues) - this is an ongoing situation which is sort of under control.
I will be on from time to time to visit your loved ones' memorials but not as often as I used to in the past.
Again, thank you so much for visiting. And also please try to take a moment to visit Jane Creba's memorial in which I sponsored.
All the very best in health and peace to you. Sincerely, Marty
* "From the president of the United States and grateful Nation." I remember the words so clearly as they handed my Mother the flag. I had never heard those words before that. As I stood there on that cold November Day, thoughts came swirling in my head. I flashed back to my fathers entire demeanor. How he organized his clothing drawers were. How he lived with honor, how military he was. How he had wanted to be in the National Cemetery and I was so against it.
It was like it was all coming together in my head, I was seeing experiences known only to those understanding military tradition.
He was part of this white sea of headstones belonging to the men and women who valiantly defended our nation. His military back bone had always been there.
He served as a Chaplin ministering to Vets at the Minneapolis Veterans Hospital for years. He was on the honor guard for awhile. He gave blood routinely as he was AB negative, the rarest blood type in the world. Many nights he would get a 2 am call and out the door he would go to give blood because someone was in need. It took me years to understand what a military man is. He lived our nation and preserving it's goodness my entire life.
Memorial Day means so many different things to our society. The start of summer, picnics, it is the official end of winter where I live.
To veterans it is a time of reflection, of their courage, sacrifices, pride and loss. My son has lost 2 friends to the Iraq war, and another that came back severely injured and is struggling with his injuries and each day is a gift as those days are slipping away from him.
Memorial Day we bring into memory those that have fought for our freedom. I would like to thank you, for your Father, Son, daughter, husband, ancestor, or maybe even you, for the scarifies your families have endured to keep America out of harms way.
That as we begin Memorial Day 2012 our families remain strong and we are enduring together what our nation is all about....
"First in WAR ... First in PEACE ... and First in the HEARTS of his countrymen." George Washington.
* At noon, darkness fell across the whole land until three o'clock. Then, at that time Jesus called out with a loud voice, "My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me?"
Today is Good Friday, one of the saddest yet the most joyful days of the year. For many years on Good Friday the weather has changed to dark sky's and the winds rolled in. It lasts about an hour. I have always thought that God was reminding me of that moment when Jesus left this earth. The suffering was over, the debt was paid for us. The Lamb of God had fulfilled his destiny and salvation was ours to claim through repentance of our sins.
Just now, in Florida, it rained and the sky was ominous and threatening. Lightning danced across the sky with loud claps of thunder. It rolled in from the west and as it came upon the house it was beautiful, exciting, and if orchestrated by Steven Spielberg could not have been more beautifully displayed.
The rain came after and then the glorious rainbow with the sun gleaming colors of purple, green, yellow and blue. God's rainbow with the meaning of "he loves us, he keeps his word and he will be there in the evening of our lives."
As I watched the weather roll by and the sun's return. I could feel it's warmth, I could feel God's promises to us as humanity. In my own words, once a year we have a holy TEXT sent to us. It says "I lived, I died and I did it because I love you" You have my number, don't forget to call.
On this Good Friday I am sending you my faith, my hope and wishing you peace and love in your lives forever. This has been my message to you for 8 years. We can rejoice in a new beginning because that is what he bestows on us each and every Good Friday.
Each and every Easter Morning we start again. With the Faith that he is near, The peace he sends in knowing our future is in his good keeping, the hope that our loved ones can share in this amazing gift, and the love that can transpire between families no matter how much strife and differences we have, we are all one. It is all so easy when we come together to make it happen.
Psalm 35:9 Then my soul shall rejoice in the LORD; and delight in his salvation.
Hi Marty, you are so right. I really have got the feeling that we sometimes spend more time on writing papers than being a teacher. This is not the way it should be. According to the weather forecast it is supposed to get warmer. Unfortunately they also said there is going to be a lot of snow or even sleet. I have to go by car every day. Hope to hear from you soon. Maja
Thank you so much for thinking of me. It means so much to me to have people like you in my life. I am so sorry that I was not able to be on the site yesterday for your dad's day but know that you too were in my thoughts and you will always be in my heart. Thank you so much for being so thoughtful and kind....for being you.