Eight months, but ain't no one counting

Zip Line on Camano Island.  Fall of 2012

Memorial Day Weekend.  A fun weekend tradition with their friends.

2012

With her youngest son Andrew

With her niece Olivia.  It was Olivia's turn to create a Chemo Buddy.

Sick as she was, she always had a smile. But she cried too, yes she did.  She did not want to die.  She wanted to watch her sons grow up, finish their educations and marry. She wanted to grow old with Joseph, now he will grow old without her.
I did not have any favorite children. They all are very unique people who hold a special place in my heart. I am proud of each of them for the strong beautiful people they matured into. That special place Kris held in my heart is still there.  I am stuffing it full of memories, happy ones of her smiling and having fun. I miss her with my entire being and I know I will until the day we are together again in Heaven.
Eight months but who is counting.................

My friend

Diane went home to be with the Lord this morning. We have been friends since we were 12 years old and I was the new girl in school.

She and her husband were skiing in Oregon last week when she suffered a massive stroke. Her second one. This time she was not able to defeat it.

We did not get to see one another often because of distance, but when we were together, we would pick up just like it was yesterday.

I am sitting here at my table typing this, looking out my window at the birds. Watching them feed at my feeder and listening to them as they sing. Life continues, I will go on with my day, I will care for Olivia and go through my daily chores. Yet my friend Willard will spend today driving home and thinking about his lovely wife, making plans for her. His day came to a standstill for a while.

Rest in peace my dear friend. I love you and will miss you dearly. Til we meet at the feet of Jesus..........

Silenced

One of our blogging friends left us yesterday. We did not know he was ill, but today he is in the arms of the Lord. A great voice for our Republic was silenced. A might warrior stilled. I was just getting to know him and his wife and was always impressed with their insight to today's problems.
When God chooses to take someone home, we are always left wondering why? I am reminded, it is not ours to know why, it is by Faith that we are to travel the road set before us.
If you have the time, please go over and leave his wife a comment of love and support. She will be needing all of our prayers and support in the ensuing days.
Thanks to all and goodbye Mr Z, God keep you til we meet again.