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I designed and made this after 9-11. It goes for those in Florida as well! God bless!

My pic of Nancy

I've been trying the past few days to make a nice picture of Nancy for her sister, Cheryl. I think I finally made it. The sisters weren't close when Nancy passed last month, but one day she might like to have a nice picture of her sister. I had one online and a bit of editing has made it very pretty. She was a stunning woman! I'll see you again one day, Nancy. Try to behave until then.

Bye, bye Nancy

December 18, 2015 my neighbor of about ten years was found dead in her apartment. She was 63, three years younger than myself. I've know for years that she had a morphine pump put in to her side because of a car accident she was in when she was a teenager. Her neck was broken and plates were put in to keep it straight. I had to take her in often to have it refilled. But she went in recently to have it replaced. I am convinced something was done wrong during that procedure and possibly the morphine leaked out and she over dosed. She spent the next few hours vomiting and with severe diahhrea. She even went back to the ER by ambulance. Dumb Dovie was called to get her and brought her home even though she was incoherent. Dovie told me Nancy was unconscious in the waiting room at the ER at Riverbend but that a nurse kept pinching Nancy's arm, telling her to wake up, her ride was there. Dovie brought her home and put her in her recliner and left her completely alone from that afternoon until she found her dead about eleven the next morning on the toilet. She still had the vomitting and diahhrea and had not been able to breathe. Nancy hadn't called between 9-10 as Dovie told her to do. She was dead.

I'm still in shock! Today Joette and her husband, the lady who raised Nancy's son, were at her place cleaning and clearing things out. Joette looked everywhere for proof of insurance because Nancy told her she had a $12,000 policy with New York Life. It would seem she doesn't. So, Joette will end up paying for her cremation and the autopsy if one is done.

Nancy passed on the 18th and her son and his teens were here to take her big screen tv and jewelry within 24 hours. But they were no where when she needed help. I dont get it! God bless you, Nancy!

When I heard a man's voice next door I stepped out to see if Nancy was ok. Dovie had just gone through the gate to her place. I noticed the patch on the man's left sleeve said, "SHERIFF", and I was concerned that Nancy had been attacked or robbed. He stepped inside her place. I went over and opened the door to ask if she was ok. I told him we have been neighbors and friends for years and I was concerned.

He held up his right hand in a "halt" position, and said, " It's my duty at this time to inform you that the resident here is deceased and that she is still on the premises." I started to fall backwards. But I grabbed a shelving unit and all I could say was, "God bless you, Nancy!"

The Sheriff asked me many questions about her past drinking and drug use. He asked my name, phone number and such and said he'd call if he needs more information. Then he said, "There WILL be an  investigation!" I think he was Officer Fenley.

I Miss You, Dad!

It's been one year today since dad passed on to be with the Lord. I miss him greatly! But he and I had talked once about the hereafter and I told him that from everything I've read and learned, that world will be very "real" to us and this world will seem very shallow and empty. He said he couldn't imagine anything else seeming to feel more real than where he was, sitting in his chair, in his room, watching his tv. I wish I knew what he thinks now.

It is so awesome that both he and Patti seemed to see Auntie Clora before leaving this plane. I don't know who, if anybody, mom may have seen. She wasn't talking by then. But I hope all of our loved ones had a safe and beautiful transition.

Just yesterday, Madelyn Davidson, my sons' grandmother on their dads side passed away. She was 94 from what Jon said. Goodness, she lived much longer than her husband or mom or dad. She wins the prize!

I'm so glad we shared so many happy times dad, in the past eight years. I feel very blessed to have that time with you. Trips, meals, tv time and looking things up together. It was a joy to me. Thank you for that gift! I love you dad!!!  😉

Life Is All Perspective - Fuels Too

Perhaps it's just me, but does it seem strange to anyone else that at a time when our whole world is concerned about oil prices as well as availability of oil as fuel, that it seems out of place for people to still be able to do such free and entertaining, yet extremely wasteful playtime events such as Auto Racing, Motorcycle Racing, Boat Racing, Airplane Racing, etc.? It seems like someone should have put a moratorium on such events until things level out a bit, or at least offer incentives for people to NOT hold such events. And don't get me started on the whole exhaust fumes and the Ozone layer or Green House Effects but it really seems like a no-brainer to me.
Every time I watch a movie that has something being blown to pieces it just breaks my heart. I can't help but think that for the price of entertaining we silly human beings, we are destroying our entire globe. I just don't get it. So much of life is perspective and it seems like common sense to me that if the exhaust from cars can warm the planet to a dangerous level (along with many other reasons of course), then why on earth (pun intended) isn't there some law that just says we can use our personal cars as we need but sporting events need to be curtailed until the earth cools down a bit.
I know, I know... Money! It always comes down to money! But these days it isn't just the money, our globe and the lives of our children and grand children are at stake. I hope someone can explain this to me, but I doubt there is a good explanation. And just for the record - I love these sports!!!

Happy 4th of July

Today is the 4th of July, 2008! Happy Independence Day! But as much as I love my country (and I really, really do) I have a problem with the way it is celebrated on the 4th of July. A few minutes ago, in connection with our local town celebration, huge planes flew overhead and while at a very low altitude scared the daylights out of me. It took me a second to realize why they were dive bombing our town. And I wonder who bought the fuel for the planes?
I have spent the past many nights trying to find a place in my bed that could block the sound of the neighborhood as it started doing it's loud fireworks a bit early. And if this holiday is like the rest of them, this neighborhood will celebrate well into the nights for a very long time yet, having bought up all of the fireworks they possibly could store safely. (And that's a whole different message.)
But it often occurs to me that we are strange here in America to celebrate our freedom by making so much noise that it sounds like a 'war movie' going on and on forever. I don't think this is what our forefathers had in mind when they started celebrating the 4th of July. I have seen many kids terrified out of their minds with the noise and the colorful explosions overhead. Here I am a grandmother and still don't like the noises going on and on non-stop for days on end. It just seems like overkill on the fireworks and it makes me wonder about the cost of all of these "celebrations" and just how all of that money could be used in a better way. Like feeding hungry people or finding shelters for the homeless...
I'm not a party pooper but I am a little too practical for my own good and I know this about myself. I don't expect anyone to agree with what I have said here - but then, that's why it is MY blog!

Oh, ye of little faith...

I have been a Christian since I was 13 years old and it is one of the greatest foundations of my life. But something has really been bothering me for the past several years. That is the fact that there are so many Christians in this world who have no problem believing in Jesus Christ being the son of God and the salvation of the world. But try to talk to them about angels, spirits, previous life in the spirit world or anything like that and they just shut down and look at you like you're speaking blasphemy.

I just don't understand how a Christian can have such limited thinking. God himself is the creator of miracles and Christ walked this earth making miracles happen to get others to see the power and greatness of our Lord and Savior. But it is the Christians who will limit God's powers faster than non-believers every time. As if to think such things would be to worship Satan himself. They will often quote that Satan can imitate miracles and do things that will make us think it is of God when it isn't. But it amazes me that they are so willing to first and foremost give Satan credit for things rather than think that God himself is doing things. I go crazy with this kind of limited thinking.

If you are healed after praying for healing, instead of "Praise God" being the first response, it is often things like, "Are you sure Satan didn't do it instead?" Oh my, I fear that God has his heart broken so often by his own followers. They will give Satan credit for God's miracles and then doubt God himself. This must be very painful for him. I hope that I don't do this and I don't think I do.

But recently I had my own heart broken by having one of my sister's question whether I had brought evil spirits into her home. To have her sit and pray two nights in a row that the evil spirits would leave was almost more than I could bear. I wanted to scream at her that perhaps I had brought angels with me and that was the difference that she was sensing. Why do Christians so readily jump to the thoughts of Satan instead of thinking that God is taking part in things. To me, every time someone asks if Satan is behind something that is extraordinary - it is giving Satan more credit and more power than he deserves. I don't choose to give him that much of my thinking, personally!