It was you I came to see, I chose this to do with my day In tears, I left, just how much do these troubles weigh Tone, I can handle some, but I tripped over the string, The slim grasp of matter from where the words you sling Love is hard sometimes, but it's always better than the dark Where the evil dwell, taking aim to hit their mark I can't put myself in your skin, in kindness I visit each Continue Reading...
My Aunt Janette Remembered
I find myself staring into the beautiful spaces that God created and letting my mind wander over the hills, through the valleys, and along the streams. In my mind all of it is wild, all of it is untouched, and all of it is revered by mankind. From the path my mind wanders along, I see the people who now walk the streets of gold, the ones we loved here on earth. I long to sit and visit with them Continue Reading...
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, Continue Reading...
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. Continue Reading...
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 both the Traynor's and my brother's family on my mind. I share this again, in remembrance and in tribute to Dennis. Time passes, and supposedly heals all wounds, but still there lies a void where a man once walked among our lives. Continue Reading...
My Aunt Janette
My Aunt Janette - December 6, 1947 - May 17, 2013. Janette A. Peterson 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 Continue Reading...
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 Continue Reading...
Burdened Heart
Burdened Heart I sit here with a burdened heart, a lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes, unable to separate myself from my own thoughts. Dwelling not on the past, negative, or the dreary, I search for ways to share, to learn, to pray, and to heal. Maybe, just maybe, I’d be fortunate and blessed enough to help someone else along the way. Not that I need to, I am starting to lose track of the Continue Reading...
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 of her friends know that she had just lost her younger brother Sam. This young man, whom I never knew personally, died as the result of a car accident in New Hampshire yesterday. My friend Tina let me know the news just moments Continue Reading...
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 Continue Reading...