Thursday, November 12, 2009

"The Death of Joshua" by Tamlyn

My dear neice Tamlyn wrote this poem about Joshua's death. She did a great job. Very direct and to the point. Thank you Tamlyn.


"The Death of Joshua by Tamlyn (with a little help from mom)
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Joshua the brown haired boy
Doing dares with his friends
They dared him to jump in the river
and he did with joy
The rushing river flushed him around the bend
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Some people say he got knocked-out
I don’t know what to say.
Micah wanted to save him, his head so full of doubt
"I’d pay anything to have him back",
it was the darkest day
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My uncle Jeff came to see
But a rude guy with a camera was in the way
So Jeff kicked the camera man, a round house to the knee
The man after that didn’t have much to say
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When aunt Sally heard the news,
she ran to the truck, her mind a blurr
"It couldn’t be, not my Josh, no never",
It just didn’t make sense to her.
Could her son be lost forever?
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No, for a time, for a season we had to say good-bye
But not forever.
When our work is done, our bodies weary,
down we will lie
Only to be gathered up in Heaven
to resume that relationship that death couldn’t sever"

Saturday, September 19, 2009

September birthdays


Happy Birthday!
To all those wonderful people I know with September birthdays!
May these balloons of happy birthday find you from afar!
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To my two adorable neices
who live far away in Albania!
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To my wonderful sister Kelly
who also lives far away in Oregon
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To my awesome stepson Westley
currently in Washington State
(Happy birthday today!!!)
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To my beautiful little cousin Sierra
turning 6
in California
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To (yes myself but I am not far away :) )
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And to my son Joshua
His big 13 in a week
How I wish I could celebrate with him
He is beyond birthdays
eternal
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Ok...stop reading now if you don't want to be depressed....
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Joshua sure loved his birthday
hmmm...enchilada dinner was usually his favorite
His excitement was always contagious
I don't know what he would want this year
I don't know what new interests he would have now.
2 years ago he would have wanted an ocarina
or zelda games, or and electric scooter. :)
He would have grown and changed in these two years
Who would he be today if he was still here?
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September used to be a month we shared
Our birthday month
Now it is bittersweet
I can't celebrate my own birthday without missing him
I have shed many tears this month already without him
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So happy birthday my son in Heaven
If you are aware of what we are doing
I hope you have a big smile knowing how much we love you
knowing how much we will aways celebrate the day you came into our lives

Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Rock Field


Adventure or burdon?
what do you see
When you look at these boulders
strewn before me
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As kids, my sister and I
would have run to go climb them
perhaps we would have even
climbed down inside them
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They look so fun and exciting back then
and when we were camping our cousins joined in
we created elaborate games inside our rock homes
and just layed back enjoying the giant stones
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Now I am older and the rocks still look fun
I might even climb up on one and set in the sun
But to see so many blocking my path
can be very unnerving...you do the math
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How can we ever make it from here to there
The end of the path blocked to me I fear
The path if it were smooth would bring me there fast
But these boulders look so daunting I don't know if I'll last
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Perhaps the end of the path is not the prize
Perhaps its the journey...behind each rock a suprize
Why are we in such a hurry each day
to get to the end of the road right away
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If we are willing to stop, explore and even pray
We might find God has more in store for us today
So slow down and take a look
inside each cranny and crook
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You might be suprized at the strength that you gain
through life's little twists of joy and pain
Ups and Downs and even right under a stone
With God right beside you you're already home

Saturday, August 29, 2009

My beautiful girl


Trying on her Mommy's wedding dress. Lynn is so cute. I didn't catch a picture of her sticking out her lips and puckering....."you may kiss the bride," she said. Hopefully the real moment will be a very long time away. :)




Looking at my beautiful daughter I fear for what society and the media will pressure her to be. She is so amazing just how she is. Here is a link to a great song by Jonny Diaz called More Beautiful You. To listen you might want to turn off the sound on my blog music player. :)

Monday, July 20, 2009

2 years

Two years have passed since you were here my boy
and most people have all "moved on."
not even a passing thought crosses their hearts and minds
to remember your essence and who you are.

But I have not forgotten you my son...
You memory floods my heart each day
I think of you and wonder how you would have changed
Who you would be now...the things you might say.

You would be a teen in two months
The big year...turning 13
I would probably be pulling out my hair
dealing with a teenage boy.

I know with my mind that you are safe in God's hands
But sometimes it is hard to know with my heart
I want to see you smile with my mortal eyes
and hear your voice and hold you tight.

God keep you my son
until the day
I am reunited with you
for all eternity

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Journey of A Mother....Happy Mother's Day!

We were sent this poem after our Mom passed. Whether your Mom is alive traveling with you or has gone on ahead into eternity, Happy Mother's Day!

The Journey Of A Mother

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
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But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog, and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
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Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark,and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come." And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world.
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Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all...unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."
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The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."
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And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high,and so can their children after them. And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still.
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A Mother like ours is more than a memory.
She is a living presence."
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Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every teardrop. A mother shows every emotion...happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow...and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love; your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space...not even death!