I spent yesterday getting documents together to refinance my home mortgage at a better interest rate. That wasn’t what I set out to do when I woke up. I was due at the downtown Melbourne post office at 8:30am Monday for the mailing of the June Horizons Magazine.  Then I was going to drive north to Cassadaga.  As I was packing the car, I thought, I should make up a deposit since I’ll pass right by the bank.  As I made up the deposit, I thought, I should ask what the balance is on my mortgage while I’m there.  As I grabbed my bank file so I’d have my account number in the car with me, I thought let me take my homeowner’s insurance file also, to ask what my $283 increase was for.  I saw my tax returns and thought, maybe I should see if I prequalify for a refinance while I’m at the bank, but didn’t take them.  I had a busy few days ahead and would think about that later. Continue reading →

When I was a kid, we raised rabbits, a few of which were pets, as well as a dog and a few cats through the years.  I don’t recall the first pet to die and be buried on the west side of the yard, but I recall we did a little ceremony of wrapping it up in a shoe box and burying it and putting a stick up with its name, saying prayers and throwing flowers over it.  My dad would say, “Animals are born and animals die.”  When we happened upon a deceased bird or frog, they’d get a ceremony too.  “Frogs are born and frogs die,” my brother would say, “Birds live and birds die.”    Then one day Ricky DeFeo’s dad across the street died, and when my dad heard, he looked sad and said, “People are born and people die.  When you die, you get to have anything you want.”  That was my first personal people death. Continue reading →

This is a poem my mom faxed me a few weeks before she passed, Author Unknown

If you could see where I have gone, the beauty of this place,
and how it feels to know you’re home, to see the Savior’s face.

To wake in peace and know no fear, just joy beyond compare,
while still on Earth you miss me yet, you wouldn’t want me there,
if you could see where I have gone.

If you could see where I have gone, had made the trip with me,
you’d know I didn’t go alone, the Savior came with me.

When I awoke, He was by my side and reached down His hand
He said “Hurry now, you’re going Home, to a grand and glorious land,
don’t worry over those you love, for I’m not just with you,
and don’t you know with you at Home, they’ll long to be here, too?”

If you could see where I have gone and see what I’ve been shown.
You’d never know another fear or ever feel alone.
You’d marvel at the care of God, His hand on every life.
And realize that He really cares and bears with us each strife,
and that He weeps when one is lost, His heart is filled with pain;
but oh, the joy when one comes Home; a child is Home again.

If you could see where I have gone, could stay awhile with me;
could share the things that God has made to grace eternity.

But no, you couldn’t ever leave, once Heaven’s joy you’ve known,
you couldn’t bear to walk Earth’s paths, once Heaven was your Home.

If you could see where I have gone, you’d know we’ll meet someday
And though I’m parted from you now, that I am just away.

And now that I’m Home with Him, secure in every way,
I’m waiting here at Heaven’s door to greet you some sweet day.

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I  had an all night dream Sunday night about Dennis Rodman.  Each time I woke up and went back to sleep, I went back into the dream. I joked on Facebook, “Now it will take me all day to shake that off, brrrrr…”  I like Facebook because it’s like walking into a cafe 24/7 and chatting with whatever friends are there taking a break with me.  Instant feedback and discussion whenever I feel like it – neat.  Friends asked about tattooes and shaved heads and what he was wearing and if it was a sex dream. It wasn’t a sex dream, I dunno where it came from, although I did watch Celebrity Rehab and on it thought he acted like a complete ass.  A friend commented “I just read that he was drinking again in South Beach. I hope that he can overcome his inner demons. Sad he thinks he must act the way he does for attention or whatever… it is not his authentic self, that’s for sure… probably doesn’t even know what that is.”    Continue reading →