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Hi everyone, my name is Patty, and I am from South Carolina. My aunt showed me this site and I fell in love with it. I love reading about other families and getting to know their loved ones. I have met some really great friends, that I hope will last a lifetime. I want to say a special thank you to everyone who sponsored one of my loved ones, you will never know how much that means to me. God Bless you all. Please feel free to e-mail me with any questions or comments. Also thanks so much to each and every person who leaves flowers or tokens for my loved ones, I am truly honored.|
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Memorial Day 2012
"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."
Added by Diane ღ on May 26, 2012 8:40 PM
|Diane ღ||Happy Easter,|
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.
Then my soul shall rejoice in the LORD;
and delight in his salvation.
Added by Diane ღ on Apr 06, 2012 11:20 PM
|Diane ღ||miss you|
I have been working Christmas day for as long as I can remember. It has always been by choice. Although the double pay and a half is an incentive. It is the one day a year I know I can make a difference.
There are always the "ones" who are sitting by the elevator door waiting for their family to come. The "ones" who have no family but still hope for a visitor. The "ones" who's family can't come due to distance but they still hope. And the "ones" who have family but have long been forgotten.
There was a time when you could walk into a hospital or nursing home and visit with people. Now you have to go through "channels" you have to have clearance. In some cases if you want to volunteer to visit, you have to have a back ground check.
What has happened to us? We need each other so badly yet as a society we have been forced to part. As I walk through the stores and malls I can see people on the verge of tears. It is there ,right there under the surface, as time goes on it is getting harder for people to hide their pain.
The pain of what we are becoming in this treasured nation is worn on our peoples faces. Many have lost homes, jobs, and most of all hope. Hopes definition is, the emotional state which promotes the belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one's life. How simple a definition can be said yet it's meaning is so vital to us all.
We are in the season of "hope'" it is more than time for hope to return to us. It is time to bring it back . We can have hope for a brighter future, to be more kind to each other, to help one another through this, and to ease each others pain if it is only with a glance and a smile of I understand, I am standing here with you.
We are a strong stubborn nation, built on a foundation of caring and taking care of each other. We can't let hope leave us.
On a Christmas morning long ago a baby was born into this world to bring us everlasting life. That was the beginning of hope. That was our salvation and our link to peace. The grouping of the words Faith, Hope, Love, Joy, Peace, are seen everywhere at this time of year.
I am sending you my wish that those words will not be words but an ointment to wash away your pain, your uncertainty of tomorrow and to send you my hope, that Faith, Hope, Love, Joy, and Peace, are part of your life each and everyday of the New Year.
Cyber Christmas Hugs,
Added by Diane ღ on Dec 16, 2011 9:52 PM
|Diane ღ||Come Back!|
Thanksgiving Day Blessings...
Thanksgiving as a kid we had Halloween, then Thanksgiving, and then Christmas it was like leading up to the Super Bowl. In Minnesota it was almost worth the Halloween snow storm that does not stop until May. You got three wonderful holidays and it ended with presents. How much better could it get?
I remember one year my Mom had slaved over 4 pumpkin pies. She wanted them to cool quickly so she put them out on a ledge that actually was a cooling ledge right out side the kitchen window. It took about a minute and a half for the squirrels to find it. They had a party. There was about 7 of them swimming in her pies. I remember her standing at the window just looking out. All of us came running to see what she was looking at.
Squirrels were throwing pumpkin pie at each other one was running back and forth to feed another squirrel who was too frightened to approach the window. You could hear the holiday bliss and squirrels almost singing through the window. Their little furry faces were orange and they were chewing as fast as they could. Two of them thought it would be a good idea to take one home and were trying to drag a pie off.
I remember it was just mayhem out that window. Here she was, with 5 little children standing with her watching us, watch her face. None of us giggled or moved or even were breathing for a few minutes as we all stood there.
What would she do? She had been making pies for 2 days. I kept thinking she is going to explode any second. She left the window, went over to the freezer and pulled out 2 store bought frozen pies. Put them on the counter and looked at us kids.
In a low deep voice she said, "who did you think I was baking those pies for? The squirrels have to have Thanksgiving too".
It was so funny, I remember her reaction was almost as funny as what was going on outside that window. We laughed and watched. She was just going to be alright with this even if it killed her.
For days there were squirrels with stained orange faces jumping around the yard and all she would say is....Well, I know which ones did it, and I will be watching for them come Christmas.
Now I look back on those precious days so differently. It is about being together and seeing your family. Some that only are able to come for holidays due to distance. It is about seeing that one or two family members that always leave you shaking your head. It is about the new life, the babies and kids that are living the Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas Super Bowl.
We all have our memories of those who have gone before, don't let those memories make you sad, keep them close to your heart because those memories are what keep them near to us, they live on, when we can smile and see the squirrels faces covered in pumpkin on a cold winters day.
May the Joy and Hope of Thanksgiving bring you into the Christmas season refreshed and ready to party on.
Added by Diane ღ on Nov 22, 2011 11:56 AM
|Diane ღ||Patty, Patty, Patty,|
Where did you go? I miss you. Can you drop me a line?
Added by Diane ღ on Jul 28, 2011 3:36 PM
One Thing At Christmas We Always Like To Do...Is Send "God's Blessings" To Special Ones Like You. God Bless You With The Most Joyous Christmas Season. I Thank My God Upon Every Remembrance Of You.~Philippians 1:3 Ron & Jan
I don't know where you are but I am here if you ever need me. You are my friend Patty....what ever you need, if I can help I will.
Added by Diane ღ on Nov 20, 2010 5:35 PM
|SKYNYRD FAN||HEY DEAR|
It,s me Tonya,IAdded by SKYNYRD FAN on Oct 14, 2010 7:39 PM
|Diane ღ||july 4th|
We are so lucky to live in America. Home of the free and the brave. I get nostalgic about the 4th of July. The memories of childhood came back so clearly to me. Where I grew up everyone knew their neighbors. Evening walks were taken with people greeting each other with a "good evening." There was no fear in the air. People out grilling, you would walk by and they would say "come have a dog with us!" Friends were easily made with a smile.
My Mom as a child had a large horse, a draft horse. A farmer during the depression could not feed and water the horse. He gave it to her because he knew that her family would take care of it. The horses name was "Big Bill". She loved that horse.
She would ride around town, looking to help people with her horse. Sometimes she would find a car that the soft shoulder of the road had pulled into the ditch. She loved to amaze people with the brute strength of the horse. A little girl, with a strong rope would hop off that big horse and climb under a car to attach that rope to the frame and hopped back on that horse to slowly pull the car out of the ditch.
I see her on her horse, meandering through the fields where coarse prairie grass sways to and fro in the summer breezes. It is funny to me that today my nostalgia is my Mothers childhood, not my own.
This 4th of July I wish you blessed memories, new encounters to make memories, and that loved ones are happy and safe.
Always remember, the land and waters are speaking to you.
They are asking us to protect them.
This is our heritage, our pride, our hope.
Our America! This land is ours.
Stand tall, we will not fall.
Added by Diane ღ on Jul 04, 2010 12:49 AM
|Diane ღ||good to hear from you|
Sometimes I need to reach out to you because this is the only acceptable place to grieve. Mother has now been gone 10 months. Most of the world thinks that is enough time to be on with my life. Papers finaled and settled, bills surrounding her death are paid. Life moves on. Things are moving but I am standing still.
I had a memorial video done when my Dad died. Many pictures set to music. When my Mom died, I had one done for her and put my Dad's on the same DVD. Now it is hundreds of pictures and seems like a root canal to watch.
I viewed it tonight for the first time since I buried her.
What I saw was babies, toddlers, young adults, young adults that found each other and fell in love. They grew up together. Over and over I replayed each picture in my head. It was the days before the responsibility of family life and work. While love was fresh and dreams were being built. The look of two people who loved each other and nothing was ever going to stop them. The days I was their baby and remembered the picture being taken.
What kept coming back to me was how real their lives were. That they had a childhood and a life. Even when I can't see them, it somehow goes on. We all are touched with life, our own and the loss of the lives taken from us. All over these pictures were people communicating love, with a gentle hug, a smile, eyes shining with hope. As I view the pictures of your loved ones on your memorials, I see the same lives, the same hope, the same "I leave you with my love."
So tonight I just wanted to say they are sending us their love, I know they are not gone but live on in our eyes, in our hope. In everything that made them, also makes us.
I don't want to stand still anymore. I want their lives to shine through me. I don't even know if it's possible. I have to learn how to grieve, I don't think I have been doing this right. I think part of grief is letting go, that courage that only we, can find deep within us that "they" put there. There is no doubt in my mind that our loved ones will give us the courage to grieve and let go.
Anyway I needed you tonight and I thank you for friendship and helping me find the courage that my Mom and Dad gave me.
Added by Diane ღ on Jun 14, 2010 10:44 PM
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