Memorial poems

My dad would have been 100 years old on Oct. 28, 2009. I've been thinking about putting In Memoriam in the Citizen that week. So, today, I've been computerizing all day. I have TBnB (tired butt & back) & I'm headed to bed, but, I found some poems on Elegant Memorials. I want to find the site again. What better place than my blog???

God Took Him To His Loving Home
God saw him getting tired, a cure was not to be.
He wrapped him in his loving arms and whispered ‘Come with me.’
He suffered much in silence, his spirit did not bend.
He faced his pain with courage, until the very end.
He tried so hard to stay with us but his fight was not in vain,
God took him to His loving home and freed him from the pain.
Anon

And another one:

The Broken Chain
I little knew that morning. God was going to call your name, In life I loved you dearly, in
death I do the same. It broke my heart to loose you, you did not go alone, for part of me
went with you, the day God called you home. You left me beautiful memories your love
is still my guide, and though we cannot see you, you're always at my side. Our family
chain is broken and nothing seems the same, but as God calls us one by one, the chain
will link again.
Anon

 I'd also like to do something special for his 100th birthday. I should be in Salt Lake that day, if things go as planned, so I'm thinking. Still have a little over 4 weeks to think.

This year would be Mother & Daddy's 65th wedding anniversary also. I'd like to put something in the paper for that too.

Well, I'm so tired & itchy, it's time to give up my computerizing & go to bed. Don-Mike's home from work, most of the cats are in, so a pain pill & bedtime for me.

Uggg, Don just turned off the computer, guess he will beat me to bed & I'll have to stay up, groan. Now Nick's melting down, sigh.

Moving in May, 5/17

I'm slacking off a little on my moving. I parked in Luana's driveway today & had to walk back & forth between the car & Mother's house several times to get stuff out of the car. Mother did her exercises while Don sat watching Dateline & I was doing a word puzzle.

I stayed up until 4 a.m. last night working on Sudoku. Nick had really upset me earlier & I'd cried for an hour. I didn't want to veg on the computer & didn't want to go to bed, so I did several Sudoku games from 1 star to 4 stars. The 4 star puzzle was easier than the 3 star.

I asked Don-Mike to take Nana up to Willow Flat to pick some curlies. I remember picking curlies every spring from when I was a tiny girl. First it was Grandma Porter sitting in the car because she was too sick with her pancreatic cancer to get out of the car (1964). We'd pick them & take them to her. Then it was Wanda, too sick to get out of the car (1970); then Grandpa Porter (1976); then Daddy (1992). Now it's Mother. I've become allergic to most flower scents, including curlies. I did not make the mistake of sticking my nose in the flowers this spring, but I still have itchy eyes & a headache. My nose is not running as usual. I thought I was going to scratch the skin off of my nose earlier. There is a special green glass vase that one of Mother's cousins gave her for a wedding present in 1944. It is small & the perfect size for curlies. I couldn't find it today. Don looked in several cupboards, but it is not to be found.