Thursday, November 6, 2008

My bulletin board

Okay this is for Chandell, Who does not come home unless Vanessa does So, here you go dear.
But if you want to see all thats on here you will have to come home before I change if for Christmas

Monday, November 3, 2008

My Hero!!!

Richard Jesse Crockett
Born December 5, 1928 Died November 3,2004
Dear Dad;
Four years ago today I saw your face one last time, I embraced you, held your hand, told you I loved you and said goodbye. As I watched you leave, knowing you needed to go. I felt a part of me leaving with you and my heart break. The want to shout not yet, the want to beg for one more day, one more story, one more joke. You took your last breath, you left. As I watched what peace truly looks like come over your face. I began to tremble with fear of what I would do without you. How would I, could I just walk away and leave? How could you?
I somehow found the strength to move toward the door. As I opened that door. I felt truly alone for the first time. A strange place and not a face that I knew. Yet I made those phone calls. I filled out all the papers and watched as they took you away.
I don't know how I got through those days Dad. But I did and as you told me I would. I wonder if I said enough, did enough and told you enough how much I love you. If you knew how wonderful you were. If heaven is everything we talked about. And if you know just how much your missed.
Thanks for being my Dad. For giving all you gave. For teaching me so many things about life and most of all Thank you for always being there for me.
I miss you so so much... There is not a day that goes by that you are not in my thoughts. Tell Mom I miss her and love her too... Looking forward to meeting you at the east gates. Till then still here remembering!
Forever my love
Your Daughter.
Don't grieve for me, For now I am free. I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard his call. I turned my back and left it all. I could not
stay another day. To laugh, to love, to work, or play. Tasks left undone, must stay that way. I found peace at the close of today.
If my parting has left a void. Then fill it with remembering, the love of family, joy, a friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss. Ah yes these things I to will miss. But be not burdened with the time of sorrow. I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My lifes been full, I've savored much. Family, good friends, good times, a loved
ones touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all to brief. Don't lengthen it now with undo grief.
Lift up your heart, and share with me. God wanted me now.
He set me free...

A Great Man!

Mr. Mack R. Bosarge Jr.
Born October 3, 1938 Died October 26, 2005
A Man of great humor, super smile and cute
chicken legs.
I being his daughter in law can never begin to
high light the wonders of this Man. I fell in love
with him the very first time I meet him. His
smile and southern charm just shined before
him. Accepted me and made me apart of his family
as though I always had been.
His laughter lit up an entire room. His warmth surrounded
He is missed by any and all who knew him.
If the beauty of truth were quick, I would stand immortally at Sea, Gazing for eternity at SeaThe moonlight shines against the SeaAt twilight, the Sea becomes immortalAnd opens his eternal portal-I would enter into it-At dawn, the sun breaks the mood, And I stand again upon the ocean shore, Knowing in my heart, that day has toreAnd I stand again upon the ocean shoreReverberating Sea, splashing at my feetShore washing Sea, covering my feetI close my eyes and enter the worldOf dreams and dances and fairy rhymes, Pirate ships, elven scripts, and ocean skiesTo be at Sea, I close my eyesThis dream lasts all day to meOne Day is twenty years at Sea-And into this dream, I would enter into it—I would that I will, I would stand immortally at Sea, Hoping for eternity at Sea, Reverberating waves rush under my feetThe Sea is blanketed with wonder, And I seem to love its glorious freedomThus, I would bless the shoreAnd leave to be once moreOut at Sea to sailStand upon the deck and sway: Listen to the creak of the wood and say, To close my eyes is to be at Sea, A dream that lasts eternityEternity, guaranteed, to liveSo long as I never walk the brig, But stand under the white sheet, The insignia of the entire white fleet, As for eternity, immortally, At Sea I sail, in the bellowing galeAnd live eternally, immortally, Would one day be eternityI would spend it out at seaStanding upon the ocean shore, foaming at my feet Annie Cordelia Adams