|Sharon Bodle (#47022450)|
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|Well a new update for me.... as of now I'll be 63 1/6 and still feel 16! SO SAD!!! not really, I have had a great life! and I just love Find A Grave and all of you special people here! You really make my day.|
As I said before, I was born in Texas and been in Indiana for alot of years, I have family everywhere from here to there.... If you need someone to talk to I'm here.
I also want to thank everyone here for being so thoughtful and caring to leave tokens for my loved ones, I truly appreciate it from my heart. If I have overlooked anyone I'm sorry and my love and wishes go out to you and yours.....
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|Bob Sebring||RE: Gladys Barker|
Your very welcome, Sharon. It was my pleasure.
|Neal & Cathy Wyatt||RE: Earl Bodle|
My Step Father Harold would like to talk to you. Do you have Facebook by any chance? If you do look for Harold James that lives in Fort Wayne IN....
|Neal & Cathy Wyatt||Earl Bodle|
I was looking at Grandpa Earl's page that my husband and I made for him. I saw your message. I am his step granddaughter, ex step daughter of Bruce James, and step daughter of Harold James. I hope we can keep in touch. If you would like to add us it would be great. If not thats ok.
Thanks for the photo for my pooch..We loved him soo...I am going to add something too..Still in misery with the choppers..talk soon..Hugs..D.
|Muriel Butler||Cemetery Lover|
Thank you so very much for the lovely message you left for me. My day was really made by reading all the nice things you said.
I am looked upon as an oddity by my siblings and in-laws. They think I am morbid and maybe a little bit mad. My dad was cremated and his ashed placed in a memorial wall, and besides my husband, I am the only family member who knows where his ashes are and visits him.
My mothers ashes were scattered on a mountain, and my husband and I have been there a couple of times to place flowers on the spot where her ashes were scattered.
Unfortunately, I am unable to drive, and my husband's illnesses and other medical conditions prevent him driving very far at all, so the only cemeteries I visit now, are the one in which his grandparents and mother rest, and the crematorium where my fathers ashes are.
He use to stop at little cemeteries for me to explore when we use to travel, but unfortunately those days are long gone.
My love affair with cemeteries began when I was about 15, and a friend and I wagged college, but did not have enough money to go anywhere, so we spent the day in a cemetery, just wandering around reading the epitaphs and marveling about the number of babies and young children that were remembered there. Strange as it might seem I found a feeling of peace and contentment.
When she was 10, my eldest grand-daughter was terrified of cemeteries, but when I asked her why, she could not tell me a reason, so we packed a picnic one day, and my husband drove us to the cemetery, where I directed her towards a section where there were many graves of babies & young children. We talked about how old the child was and what they might have died from. Then we sat under a shelter shed, had our lunch and talked some more about what we had seen. She realised that cemeteries were not scary, but places of history, love and serenity.
My dad has been dead for close to 43 years, but it was only about the last 15 years that I could accept that he was gone and not coming back. Every year on his birthday and the anniversary of his death, I would be a basket case. I'd just break out crying for no reason and life just didn't seem worth continuing with. During these years I would see my dad standing at my bedroom door, and although I could not see his face, I would experience a feeling of disappointment, until one night he appeared next to the bed looking very sad and shaking his head.
I took that as a sign that I had to get on with my life, and not mourn for him continually. I began to march in the big ANZAC Day parade in Brisbane, and felt him marching with me. Gradually, I cut back my visits to the crematorium and could face the days of his birthday and death with only a touch of sadness.
Around this time I became involved with the 2/26 Battalion, and these things helped me come to terms with his death.
I only saw him once since that night, and that was about two years later. He appeared beside the bed, his eyes were sparkling and he had a big smile on his face.
Sounds weird, huh.
I found the location of his resting place and posted a pic. The office told me who he was buried behind.
The headstone is of Calvin Bisha, Dale is buried behind with no headstone. Have a nice day... Tera
Added by Tera on Aug 11, 2009 4:59 PM
|Sandra||RE: Gladys Barker|
Added by Sandra on Jul 28, 2009 8:08 AM
I do think that our love ones know we are there and can spiritually hear our warm words....Well,maybe?? We know they would love them in life,so yes,they would love them in death..HUH??
Thank you so much Sharon for your work on here..I too,love to visit cemeteries and visit other peoples' loved ones as well as my own..Some days, I feel like it might just be the only company they have.My husband didn't understand at first..but I explained it this way,
" would Aunt Olive be proud that you came to see her in life.?" and of course his answer was YES. So,I told him,she would be just as excited in death.Hugs and feel free to email me if you wish..Dorothy
Sharon, you always say just the right thing. Thank you for visiting my family's memorials. Your words are so appreciated. Judy A.
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