Such a Sad Day

At church this morning we learned that Drew would probably not be with us much longer. And so when we were driving home we got word that Drew had passed away. With much heartache for his parents and brother plus the rest of the families dealing with this sadness, we have to remember that God thought that it was time to call Drew home. Jack and I watched a great video clip about a message to all of God's children and how he is waiting in heaven to welcome each and everyone of us home. I have to believe that this is our ultimate goal to be reunited with our "Father". I keep hearing that folks won't be in pain nor suffer anymore with whatever they did here on Earth. I also know that from this experience we all will love one another just a bit more and not take our family for granted, as we never know what plan God has for us. Rest in peace, little Drew. You will never be forgotten. You have impacted more people than you really know...you were loved by many.

Fall Time - And New Beginnings

It seems that September had just begun and yet when I look at the calendar it is nearly over. My little brother had a birthday in Washington that we were able to celebrate with him; my older brother will turn a half a century old on the last day of September and we had three days in Lake Louise for an oil conference and then we were whisked away to Arlington, Virgina and Washington,DC for a family wedding. Now I am sitting at home wondering where September went. Have you ever had one of those months and just wondered where time went?
The only good thing about September was that we were able to explore one of the oldest, most historic US cities and loved every minute of it. We were able to take underground subways and not get lost; we took in many of the tourist sights and had tourist guides fill our heads with so much history; plus we got to go to a MLB game and feast on a seafood buffet before the game. We attended my godson Camille's wedding in the most beautiful cathedrals that we have ever been in. This far surpassed some of the churches that we saw in all of Italy, and trust me we were in a lot of churches. We were part of a small, intimate wedding complete US style and felt like royalty. So many traditions and yet in Canada we spread our wedding festivities out to last hours. We walked many museums and learned about US history along with going to the Holocaust and learning first hand about the torture that was handed out to so many. I learned that my grandfather was dictated to to fight in a war and lose his life in a foreign country and that my grandmother, uncles & father lost a father all for a wicked, evil man that hurt so many. And yet it is the US that brought that history to America for all to see. Somehow when you tour that building you see so much hatred in the world still going on and so many wicked people wanting things done there way (right or wrong) - evil or non-evil. Somehow history has a way of repeating itself. Yet in a city like Washington we never saw graffiti, never saw garbage strewn about; never saw beggars like we have here; and never saw people being rude or pushing their own agenda's on the subway system...we can learn about changing our ways with a system like that.
Yet we are glad to be home - you bet. So much has taken place even moved on since we have been away and yet it is still good to be home and smell the roses (wilted and drying up) but that's okay as a new season is upon us.