I was raised in a family of eleven siblings. I was #9 down the line...meaning I had two younger siblings. There were six sisters, and five of us boys. On March 2nd I lost one sister that was five years older than me. On March 6th I lost my younger and last sister. The younger was my best friend and sidekick. Both of the girls died from the same lung disease and only four days apart. Out of the eleven I am the last one...It was almost like a cruel joke...except through it all my wife and I found God's Grace was still sufficient. We must never despair as those who don't know the Lord...Our suffering is so temporary. I only posted this to explain why I haven't been around...My wife and I are in high spirits and my two beautiful sisters have both been laid to rest...Here is a picture of them together at our home shorty before passing.
Oh Hay,I am so sorry to hear this.I wondered why you hadn't been on but thought you was just busy with everyday life.I pray your sisters knew the Lord,and you are right about Gods Grace,I will keep you and your wife in my prayers dear friend.
Hay, I'm so sorry to hear of the loss of your loved ones. You're right, we don't mourn like the lost do, but be do mourn and our hearts are broken when loved ones leave us. Jesus cried and His heart was broken at times; He understands. Our Father, though, is faithful to comfort us during heartbreaking times, and as you and I both know, He is faithful and He keeps His promises always...on this side of life, and in Life on the other side. I will keep you in my prayers dear Brother, that God will hold you, comfort you, and keep you until you see your family again one Glorious Day. You WILL see them again, God has promised, and that is something to look forward to. As sad as this time apart is, we are thankful that it is only temporary, and that we can cherish our sweet treasure of memories till we see our loved ones again. With the size of your family, just imagine the sweet family reunion that was waiting for them there, and all they see and know now! I don't know about you, but when I think of my loved ones who have walked their last days here and what they see and know now on the other side, I would not wish them back here to this cruel world for anything, now that they have safely crossed over and are in the presence of our precious Lord. …..I'm excited to join them there one Day.
My love and prayers are with you, Hay.
“And I heard a loud voice from the throne, saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is among men, and He will dwell among them, and they shall be His people, and God Himself will be among them, and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away.”
And He who sits on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” And He said, “Write, for these words are faithful and true.” “
– Revelation 21:3-5
Haystack you have a lovely family. Makes me realize even more that I have an obligation to pray for my brother, no matter what.
My grandfather married for the third time in his seventies. His wife, who we adored, used to say that when she wanted to visit her friends she had to go to the cemetary because all her family and friends were there. She said it with a little humor and a little sorrow. Then she would name them and tell who they were and when they had passed on. She was a sweetheart. My grandpa would say that he got up every day and went out to pick up the newspaper to read the obituaries and if his name wasn't in there he knew he wasn't gone yet and would proceed with his day.
One day his name was in there. They both passed away within six months of each other around 1991. They are missed.
This is the cycle of life, as they say. The little ones are born and the older ones die off. We don't realize it until we go through these stages. My mother used to talk about how she just couldn't believe all her aunts and uncles and parents were all gone, and that SHE was now the older generation. Now, I get what she was saying. I'm not way up there yet in age, at 57, but I'm starting to get it. When I see these young adults now, I think, "I was grown when you were wearing diapers". haha They think they are "all that", just like we did. :)
I was thinking of him this morning. Wanting to show him my birchen modern game rooster. He's so funny. He picks his feet way up. For awhile I thought something was wrong with him. I wonder if that is kind of his mating dance?
Did we forget to tell Haystack we are glad he arrived home safely?