Tribute to Glen, My Brother, 2020

Today, at 8:34 PM, a baby boy came into the world 44 years ago,

Nearly eleven years and nine months after me came my little, big bro,

Weighing in at a whopping nine pounds, eight ounces, yet two weeks early was he,

I must admit to a slight disappointment because I hoped the baby was a little she.

However, it only took a moment for me to fall in love with his obvious charm,

I thanked God for an answered prayer, so it was my job to protect my boy from harm,

I took my sisterly duties very seriously to keep him well-fed as well as safe and warm.

Happy birthday dear, brother, I am so sorry we do not see each other much more,

But, I still love you because you were the first baby that I did so adore to the core!!

 

Mom Baby Glen and tired me in the background

 

 

Tribute to My Parents

One of the most precious memories of  my young childhood, when I was knee high to a grasshopper, was when my Dad would pick me up and dance with me, especially after work. It seemed extra special to be up when almost everyone else slept. He managed movie theaters, so he often got home well after midnight, particularly in the summer. Drive-Inns were still cool in those days. One could see a double feature for the price of one! Anyway, when my dad came roaring up in with his 1965 Mustang Square back, it usually woke me up! My mom enjoyed after midnight snacks. Her favorite ones were the cheap tacos from Jack in the Box. Can you believe that they were a nickle each back in the Stone Age of my youth?!

If Daddy was in a good mood, and I heard the rustle of a bag, I would call out. “Hi Dad! I love you! I love you too, Mommy,” not wishing her to feel left out. Sometimes, Mommy would put on the radio if she knew I was awake. I remember this particular occasion quite well!

I was about 3 or 4 years old. Daddy came into my room and said, “What’s up,  Snicklefritz!’That was a nickname he had for me. I looked up the word on Google; snicklefritz is a word from the Pennsylvania Dutch culture. It refers to an exuberant, mischievous kid who is very chatty as well. That description fit me in those days. I gave Daddy a bright smile as he picked me up. I was named Kathy, after all. A popular doll was named Chatty Cathy at that time, so just perhaps, I lived up to that name as well!

He had me giggling in no time as he whirled me around and around to the music. I caught sight of Mommy in the doorway. She had a genuinely beautiful smile! I loved that smile! For one moment in time I didn’t think of my Cerebral Palsy – the fact that I was unable to walk. I was free as a bird and free of my wheelchair. I was just a little girl sharing a special time with her daddy – Big John! It seemed that although I lacked the ability to move my legs and feet well, I had a hyperactive, precocious mind. Suddenly I said, “Daddy, I am so light on my feet! He had a marvelous roar of a laugh – a big belly laugh that shook his whole body and a snort or two was mixed in it. I loved to make him laugh because it made him happy. Dad laughed so hard and for so long that he almost had to put me down.

I knew it was a special moment for Daddy too because he recounted it to many of his friends for years to come with that same wonderful belly laugh!  When my daughter whirled around with her Daddy, my husband, about the same age, I felt the same surge of joy when he danced around the room with her. It just goes to show that it can be a fantastic thing when history repeats itself! Have a great day Pops! Sending my love up to you! There is one memory when I was about the same age that I can recall.

I remember many times sitting upon his broad shoulders when I had my stubby arms stretched out sideways as far as they would go, moving them up and down and to and fro. We both made loud airplane noise as Daddy ran around the house. We would run/fly into the kitchen as mom was washing the dishes. Suddenly, he would drop me down close enough to give her a kiss on her cheek before flying/running for one more trip around then before Flight Daddy would smoothly land me into my chair.

 

Dad and me1965-ford-mustang

My Mom liked poetry that rhymed, so I wrote these two poems in her honor. Otherwise, she did not consider them to be poetry at all.

I Miss You

I – It has been over eight years since you went home to God.

M – Mary means wished for child.

I – I wish you knew how much you are loved; I hope you do now.

S – Serenity is what I hope you feel; you had little of it in life.

S – Strength, you had more of it than you knew.

Y- You were far more unique than people gave you credit for.

O – Outstanding at so many things Mom that I am not: cooking, sewing, crocheting, painting, drawing, handwriting, dancing etc.

U – Undeniably big heart for those you love.

Just 1 More Time Again

I wish we could rock in the squeaky rocking chair together once more

I wish we could crunch popcorn when watching a movie full of gore,

I tried not to watch, but you loved to scare me, that you did adore.

I wish we could have one more beach trip to watch you collect shells at the shore.

I wish we all had 1 more camping trip, it was funny watching you swat flies galore,

I wish I heard your laughter, even if it is at me, along with dad’s guffawing roar,

I admit it, I was just a bit of a ham when I was about the age of four,

I wish I could hear you sing and play the accordion before I slept, and you shut my door.

However, I she did not leave before I said my prayers, The Our Father and Now I Lay Me

Down to Sleep;

I silently also prayed to walk and for a sister or a brother before I began the process of

counting sheep. I was blessed with the one I wanted the most.

My big little brother Glen

Hope for Eternity

Jesus rapture1 Thess. 4.:13-18.

Those Who Died in Christ

13 Now we do not want you to be uninformed, believers, about those who are asleep [in death], so that you will not grieve [for them] as the others do who have no hope [beyond this present life]. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again [as in fact He did], even so God [in this same way—by raising them from the dead] will bring with Him those [believers] who have fallen asleep in Jesus. 15 For we say this to you by the Lord’s [own] word, that we who are still alive and remain until the coming of the Lord, will in no way precede [into His presence] those [believers] who have fallen asleep [in death]. 16 For the Lord Himself will come down from heaven with a shout of command, with the voice of the [a]archangel and with the [blast of the] trumpet of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 Then we who are alive and remain [on the earth] will simultaneously be caught up (raptured) together with them [the resurrected ones] in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord! 18 Therefore comfort and encourage one another with these words [concerning our reunion with believers who have died].

What a wonderful, amazing hope this is! I cannot wait for that day of the rapture! I have so many questions. I know my husband visits me quite often, at night when I am asleep. I wonder how this works. Their bodies are asleep, but I wonder how they get to visit ever so briefly! It is a great comfort to me; doubtless to many others as well whose loved ones have has passed on. David Jeremiah, a well – known pastor, author and Biblical scholar, says that not only do we get brand new bodies, we will have jobs that we will love  and they will be perfectly suited for them! What kinds of jobs are they? Will I meet the baby I lost so early in pregnancy? Will I know him or her? Will my beloved pets be there too? So many questions! Take care and hold on to the hope we have in Jesus!

 

Hangin’ Hammocks Can Be Hazardous, but Fun Too

What my kid has to go through just to read and relax on a camping trip,

As soon as she tried to lay on the silly hammock, it started to sway and tip,

When she had climbed most of the way onto it, to the ground it did dip,

On a brighter note, she wasn’t hurt since the hammock didn’t totally flip,

The great book had to wait a bit; until the tree had a strong enough grip!

 

Kristie's hammock

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A Tribute to Mom 2020

via A Tribute to Mom! Please enjoy her poems!https://katb8587.wordpress.com/a-tribute-to-mom/

 

Mom & dad wedding

I wanted to share some of my mom’s writings; eight years ago, she went Home to her eternal rest. I hope and pray that she love, self-worth and peace that she could not find in this life. She was very in love with my step-father at the time she wrote these poems. He didn’t love her as much! The above photo was/is my parents on their wedding day 59 years ago! I wish it had been happier for them! Nobody can deny that she had a way with with words! I will see you when my time comes at the feet of Jesus! Until than, I love and miss you everyday! I hope you know now that there is always hope! This poem below is about my brother

Glen's poem from Mom