The Memorial for our Tom Was held last Friday Week
The weather was partly sunny and partly bleak
Most of his friends wore the distinctive white hat
As Tom used to wear, rain, wind or hail on his head it sat
Our Tom he was a return soldier a Vietnam Vet
For His countries appreciation, The Purple Heart medal he did get
To the Houston National Cemetery we all rode our bikes in formation
As we are so proud of him as a person and he fought for the USA nation
To witness this ceremony for me was an honor and a blessing
The patriot guards Standing attention with the pride they were addressing
As the ceremony started tears from Heaven fell again
Those men stood at attention with the flags, in that pouring rain
The tradition of the gun salute and the bugle playing Taps
Made you feel so proud to be a witness, gave me goose bumps as silence lapse
The flag folding ceremony was equally impressive with great precision
To his son it was presented, I am sure Tom would have been proud with that decision
Just as the ceremony finished, no kidding, there was a single clap of thunder
Some one said the Gates of Heaven just opened, was he present?, it makes you wonder
“Feels Like Tears From Heaven”
Once again I have been made very aware
The ‘Power Of Now’, when you are in presence of someone you care
You are not to know that your time with them will be the last
Be present, observe your time because each minute could be the past
We have no idea whats ahead and is a blessing
I did not know the sorrow and heartache that I would be addressing
We lost our good friend Tom on Wednesday the 19th at twilight
The medics tried to save him, they fought for hours but lost the fight
Riding home on his motorbike a car turned in front
Happened so quick, could not stop and he took the brunt
He was a gentle man, quiet, methodical, generous in all ways
We all will miss him and his loved ones will have many empty days
He, for those who did not know him had the clearest blue eye stare
We have had some fun, with a few shots of Patrón , I have even known him to fall off a chair
Recognize Tom with his white cap that never blows off, it makes us laugh
Always tied to his handle bars he has a head band scarf
Tom has ridden with us many thousands of miles
The more he rides the bigger his smiles
As I ride out the gate each day on my Motorbike
I say a small prayer, easy one that I like
‘My dear Angels keep me safe don’t let me fall’
Now I know there is one more, Tom to answer the call
I am going to be safe like the rest of us will be
Cause he will be there around us in spirit, though you won’t see
Lord we will miss him, his walk, his smile, for us it was way too soon
Hugs, his hospitality, to watch him dance with his love to a romantic tune
He just loved to ride but it came to and end that night
The Lord had a different idea, and his might is right
It was his time that night, he did not make it home by the time of seven.
It rained hard next day, when the words came from his friend to me “They feel like tears from heaven’.
Love you Tom
At the races and only just in their 20’s how fabulous they look
My Mum and Dad so young and happy, great times together they took
They could never have imagined what the future could bring them both
My Dad died rather young my Mum with Dementure no sign of improvement or growth
For those loved ones who were close and have passed this way
Watch over my Mum. May she join you? She is in a place she does not want to stay
She says “I am trying to be brave but my heart hurts so much”
With a mountain of tears she sobs on my shoulder, for goodness sake Dad come get her, she needs your strong touch
Like many, in this world Dementure takes a hold
To a home they are sent – “they will take care of you she is told”.
They lose their home, their identity and in her case her dog
They give them drugs to ease the pain, so their mind is calmed into a fog
Yep my Mum she has lost her dog the one thing she holds dear
My beautiful Mum says “I never dreamt in my lifetime I would be in a place like here
Mum is now going 95 and wishes to die each day
Surely we have the right to decide for ourselves, how and which way
I feel her pain, her emptiness, her loss of pride
A home of many vacant minds, there is no place for her to hide
Why is it that the law will not bend?
Because society decides, with no quality of life, we must live right to the end?
She is now not safe, within a few weeks, to be on her own
The length of her future or the quality is surely not known
God show mercy and bring her some peace
Help her hurt go away, make it cease
She asks – “Is this purgatory for me here right now?” I don’t know
Not being a Catholic, I know you are a great person Mum so Heaven is where you will go
So when you get there give my Dad my Brother a big hug and you can from me say hello
“Can you give me a pill that could put me asleep permanently and not fail”
“Mum I so would but its illegal and they would put me in Jail”
The great pain I feel for her and the many tears I shed
I think we all need to consider for us what lies ahead
They say we choose our parents before we enter this earth
Well we should have the right to leave as we chose our birth
Well Mum I am no longer with you in person and I know you are lonely and becoming frail
Euthanasia is an illegal option, my dear Mum I would if I could but they would put me in jail
A little boy was waiting for his mother to come out of the grocery store. As he waited, he was approached
by a man who asked, “Son, can you tell me where the Post Office is?”
The little boy replied, “Sure! Just go straight down this street a coupla blocks and turn to your right.”
The man thanked the boy kindly and said, “I’m the new pastor in town.
I’d like for you to come to church on Sunday.
I’ll show you how to get to Heaven.”
The little boy replied with a chuckle.
“You’re bullshitting Me … You don’t even know the way to the Post Office
BOB HOPE IN HEAVEN
For those of you too young to remember Bob Hope, ask your Grandparents.
I HOPE THIS WILL PUT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART.
Tribute to a man who DID make a difference.
ON TURNING 70
‘You still chase women, but only downhill’.
ON TURNING 80
‘That’s the time of your life when even your birthday suit needs pressing.’
ON TURNING 90
‘You know you’re getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.’
ON TURNING 100
‘I don’t feel old. In fact, I don’t feel anything until noon. Then it’s time for my nap.’
ON GIVING UP HIS EARLY CAREER, BOXING
‘I ruined my hands in the ring. The referee kept stepping on them.’
ON NEVER WINNING AN OSCAR
‘Welcome to the Academy Awards or, as it’s called at my home, ‘Passover’.
‘Golf is my profession. Show business is just to pay the green fees.’
‘I have performed for 12 presidents and entertained only six.’
ON WHY HE CHOSE SHOWBIZ FOR HIS CAREER
‘When I was born, the doctor said to my mother, Congratulations, you have an eight pound ham.
ON RECEIVING THE CONGRESSIONAL GOLD MEDAL
‘I feel very humble, but I think I have the strength of character to fight it.’
ON HIS FAMILY’S EARLY POVERTY
‘Four of us slept in the one bed. When it got cold, mother threw on another brother.’
ON HIS SIX BROTHERS
‘That’s how I learned to dance. Waiting for the bathroom.’
ON HIS EARLY FAILURES
‘I would not have had anything to eat if it wasn’t for the stuff the audience threw at me.’
ON GOING TO HEAVEN
‘I’ve done benefits for ALL religions. I’d hate to blow the hereafter on a technicality.’
Give me a sense of humor. Lord, Give me the grace to see a joke, to get some humor out of life, and pass it on to others.
This is a beautiful story. You can choose to believe it or not, but there is no denying that the paintings are “Heaven” like. This girl has been blessed with a beautiful painting talent and she is also a talented pianist.