Oh Mother, Thank You
Happy Mother’s Day Mom! One night a couple of months ago, I was tired and my mind was overflowing. I needed at least a little downtime and some quiet. I sat alone at my keyboard,…
Our Dear Marjorie
I was so happy to get home late last night. Mom and I made amazing time returning from an emotional afternoon spent in Woodstock, NB. We are so thankful for the opportunity we had to…
God’s Plan – A Tribute to Marjorie Leech (Peterson)
God’s Plan – A Tribute to Marjorie Leech (Peterson)
Somewhere around the world today there was another selfless soul born, of that I am pretty sure. And even with all the newborns today, there’ll never another Marjorie be.
I ended the phone call with …”my thoughts and prayers are with all of you.” As I promised I would, I dialed the number to my parents house and waited for Mom to answer. Usually, it’s been her making those dreaded calls to me, but tonight I had a message to pass on and an inkling that she already knew what I had just confirmed. She answered the phone and both of us seemed a bit scared to say the first words, knowing why each of us was on the line. I passed on the message I had promised to share and we talked about what we feared to be the case. Our dear, sweet Marjorie had passed, no more than an hour before.
God's Plan – A Tribute to Marjorie Leech (Peterson)
Somewhere around the world today there was another selfless soul born, of that I am pretty sure. And even with all the newborns today, there’ll never another Marjorie be.
I ended the phone call with …”my thoughts and prayers are with all of you.” As I promised I would, I dialed the number to my parents house and waited for Mom to answer. Usually, it’s been her making those dreaded calls to me, but tonight I had a message to pass on and an inkling that she already knew what I had just confirmed. She answered the phone and both of us seemed a bit scared to say the first words, knowing why each of us was on the line. I passed on the message I had promised to share and we talked about what we feared to be the case. Our dear, sweet Marjorie had passed, no more than an hour before.
A few days with Marjorie
Hand Held
Hand Held Honestly, I planned to be asleep by now. Before I went upstairs to turn in for the night, I looked back. I looked back on some poems I had written over the last…
Remembering, God’s plan – A tribute to Dennis Traynor and his family
It’s been two years. But in some ways I am sure it feels like no time has passed, yet, in other ways it may seem like decades have run past. This morning, I awake with…
Happy Birthday Hub
The other day I was racing through the land of Facebook. I was going really fast, and sifting through the unimportant to find something of meaning, something with backbone. Honestly, I don’t remember what I…
God’s plan – A tribute for the Carey family – A year later
Thinking of the Carey Family this morning…
Taken Home
Remembering my cousin, one year later.
My Aunt Janette – The Poem
My Aunt Janette – The Poem I wrote this poem the morning after my Aunt Janette went to see our Lord. I woke up on Saturday morning and had these words in my mind, waiting…
The day after
The Day After The day after; it’s been just a day, a single day. I went to bed early this evening because I was completely wiped out. Exhausted. All I wanted to do was to…
The Hug
The Hug May 20, 2013 Maybe it’s just me, but while I was growing up, I guess I never really gave any thought to the fact that my heroes and I would ever be…
My Aunt Janette
My Aunt Janette – Facebook says that we are friends.
My Aunt Janette
It’s a bright, beautiful Saturday morning, but suddenly time has lost its grip on the day. I sat down and wrote most of this over the last two weeks, in the present tense, about my Aunt Janette, a remembrance and tribute to her. Last night, just before 9pm (Eastern) God called her home. My Mom called to give me the news that I had been waiting to hear but hoped I would never actually receive. We talked for a moment or two and then I prayed. I prayed for Lloyd and Janette’s family, all of them, in every direction. I prayed and I prayed. I prayed for me and for my family too. So that we can be and will be the strength, support, love, voice, or shoulder to lean on for any who might need it. This certainly includes me too. I prayed for all of us, any of us related to the Peterson family one way or another.
The Office, to me
I just watched the last 3 episodes of the American TV Show, The Office. And this may be a little odd, but I find myself in a bit of a funk. I feel like a…
Mother’s Day 2013
Mother’s Day 2013. It’s that day again. A day when I look in the mirror and search for the greatest things about my mother. I look for those attributes in the reflection I see,…
Lessons from Joe
Last year at this time I wrote a post to my blog. But this was not just another post to pass time, fill empty space, or impress a soul; it was my attempt at a…
Beautiful Innocence III
I can’t help myself, and I really don’t want to, if it means that I should stop thinking about the kids, the parents, the school faculty, the first responders, the families, and the community surrounding…
Beautiful Innocence II
I just watched President Obama deliver a speech from Newtown, CT. I cried as he talked of our children and of parenthood. Then I cried a little bit more as he read the list of…
Beautiful Innocence
I sit here at my keyboard tonight, trying to procure rationale from the chaotic swarm of thoughts swirling in my head; In doing so, I try to separate the thoughts of anger that bubble up…
Remembering Dennis Traynor and Pearl Harbor
I wrote the following piece last year. I haven’t changed anything from then. I am thinking of and praying for the entire Traynor family today, and this season. I am also reminded of the historical…
God’s plan – A tribute for the Carey family – A year later
I sit here with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes, wondering why this bothers me so much tonight. A little more than 24 hours ago, a long time friend of mine let several…
Taken Home
Cancer may have taken another earlier today But with that thought there’s some things to say Disease didn’t win, nor was there a defeat Rather another daughter next to our Lord’s seat Tonight is the…
My Friends, My Cousins
Beginning with trips, visits, and times before they ever registered with my conscious memory, I had many friends. These friends weren’t from my neighborhood or from our church, and I wasn’t even old enough to be…
Tribute to Tyler Walsh
I was in the car, driving alone, down my driveway when I received a text message from a long time friend of mine asking if I knew Tyler Walsh. I have coached baseball for many…
Special People
Saturday afternoon I was fortunate enough to be present for a very special celebration. I attended a celebration of life, the life of Joe Hubbard, my friend. Due to family commitments, I arrived later in…
Re-Post: Tribute to Sam Carey
I originally posted this tribute back in November when I heard the news that Sam Carey had passed away. Tonight his Central High School number 52 jersey will be retired in a halftime ceremony of…
Good people
Just a random thought passing through my head. Would American companies be better off by hiring and retaining good people or by hiring to a quota, demographic, or some model created in the spirit of…
We Were Friends
January, 2012 – We Were Friends. Recently a long time friend of mine passed away. I hesitate to say he lost a bought with cancer because he battled, he inspired, he laughed, he smiled,…
God’s plan – A tribute to Joe “Hub” Hubbard
I got home from my son’s hockey practice earlier this evening. After everyone settled in, I flipped on the Australian Open as background noise while I checked email, FB, the weather, and a few mindless things. My mindless escape from a couple of busy, if not trying, days, was instantly diverted. I felt my heart leap into my throat as I read Mark DiMarzio’s post first. My hopes of some alternate meaning shattered as I read posts on Hub’s FB wall.
God’s plan – A tribute to Dennis Traynor and his family
I sit here with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes, as I cannot seem to make myself move a muscle. This is another tribute piece, not much different from one I wrote just…
Would you rather have 50 million dollars or live for an extra 50 years?
I don’t know how valuable $50 million is, but I do know that it wouldn’t have bought any more of the stuff I have been writing about. I would take the extra 50 years.
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