At Home with Jesus

     Mom, dad tried his best to carry on, but he was so lonely with you gone. He wandered through the empty rooms he shared for sixty years with you, so broken-hearted and alone in the house that used to be a home. We tried our best to fill the space you left when you went away, but we just couldn't take your place, and dad grieved for you every- day. But he's happy now and satisfied, for once again he's by your side, and living on a higher plane far above this grief and pain, with Jesus in God's Heavenly Realm, in peace and love at home with them. So though we grieve and miss you both, it's a comfort for us to know that where you are someday we'll be, no more to part eternally. (Barbara Phyllis Stout Grindstaff 2004)

Autumn's Golden Memories

     Autumn brings me golden memories when it brings the gold back to the leaves of golden days of play under the trees. I hear again the soft rustling of gold leaves, feel them crunch underneath my feet, as we played under a canopy of trees while sunlight’s dappled patterns covered me. For overnight the leaves have turned to gold and what a glorious sight to behold. There was gold above our heads and on the ground and leaves of gold floating all around. Sometimes these golden leaves would reach our knees and we would wade as in water through the trees or play hide and seek underneath the many multi-layered golden leaves.

Easter Memories