Thank you, 2018; For your special gift; You sailed us through Very successfully; Like a ship on the sea; We started slowly, Our destination seemed So very far away; Looking impossible; And then many challenges We met on our way, We didn’t know We would ever arrive; Talk less of survive; But here we are! Waxing ever so strong; Left with nothing but To sincerely thank you! And thank God, For he is so good; You are leaving us behind, But we shall for ever Remember you. Goodbye 2018; You are so good; Our arms are open To embrace Your successor, 2019. Hoping he will do better Than you.
Enjoy this beautiful song, “Memories”, sung by Elvis Presley!
Another year of memories will be soon be added into my 67-year-old book of life. I sit in the dark shadows of the garage, now packed up to move south after thirty years in the Midwest. God calms and soothes my exhausted spirit. The chill of the dreary rain penetrates my coffee, and it turns cold. I patiently wait on life as God makes good on all His promises.
In the darkness of the rubbish and boxes, two objects which I’ve personally touched, leave me wondering of their memories as well. An old red rocker gave up the ghost – it came from a yard sale. I have no concept of the famous children of God who wept for hours sitting on it. But, with a little love, its rejuvenated life will totter a little longer. I wonder where its life began and wished I could reminisce the stories it would tell.
And a second memory was created with a little carpentry work – something I built for my beautiful wife and me to enjoy in our new home. I never thought of how old and new memories join in matrimony until this morning; an old rocking chair, tossed to the curb, and the other, an entertainment stand I gave birth to using lumber. The stand is brand new with a story to tell – a memory of how my wife and I put it together in our first year of marriage. It will be with us for the rest of our days. Someday, it will be passed down to the grandchildren who will remember Pop-Pop built this by hand in his garage.
For now, though, they quietly stand alone, waiting for their remembrances to unfold of decorating them for many holiday seasons to come. The bright red rocker, wise and strong, sits beside its impressive partner. An entertainment center quietly stands, but the rocker is not in a hurry to go anywhere. It looks up to the new grains of lumber. The stand feels the only comfort from the chair accompanying it in the garage.
Cherished memories, a gift given by none other than God, carries us throughout the years. The new ones, like this cabinet, will be held so dear to us too. With the hands that hold you, my love, I molded something special for you to love as well!
We eat our lunch amongst the sawdust and scraps, with sticky, varnished-stained fingers and share thoughts of new beginnings and new memories. God will be in our every thought, in the coming years, in our new home. May we never lose sight, He only, shapes our future. So, let us thank Him for the gift of remembrance.
It is hard to believe I still
Think of you;
And the sweet days together
How on each other
So much love we poured.
With love, your eyes danced
Each time you set eyes on me;
And I believed
I had found a love for ever
Never to leave me;
Was I a fool to believe you?
Where are we today?
Into thin air
Our love has vanished;
Leaving me with
A deep hole in my heart;
You left me for another;
Someone you told me
you hated with all your heart and soul;
How am I to think of you?
How am I to think of our
Days and years together,
You only pretended
To be in love with me?
I send you this letter,
To close the chapter
On the love that we never
For each other had;
But pretended we had.
The sweetheart that never was.
The day I was born was one of the happiest days of my grandfather’s life. Every year his voice singing, “Happy Birthday” opera style, was a cherished part of my celebrating. After 92 years of singing, on that day, we could no longer hear his voice.
Let us hear you sing one more time,
come laugh with us.
Your smile is surely what we will miss most…
Promise to smile for us soon, if only this time as an angel in our dreams.
We shall not cry, no.
We won’t shed a tear.
We are among the fortunate ones who got to share our life with someone as special as you are.
Instead we will learn from your example; and dance, sing, laugh and love…
Throughout the good, and we will do it even more during the hardest times.
We will tear up the dance floor when we are almost 90 and remain active.
You understood how sitting for too long was bad and moving was what kept you young.
Cracking jokes and smiling,
Till you took your last breath.
A smile which did in fact have the power to light up a room.
We will pick roses in the garden for our wives and stay light hearted about life,
Take our grandchildren on our laps, letting them know they are forever loved.
We promise not to cry Guido,
Instead we will raise a glass
In honor of this prince who shared our life with us who will be so dearly missed.
We will celebrate every moment,
Even the ones when our hearts are breaking.
We celebrate you Guido,
We toast to you!
Forever in our hearts and never forgotten.
Sing for the angels now, Papa!
I never knew it was so hard
To say goodbye;
Now I see how hard it is
As I have to say it to you;
Will those words come
Out of my mouth?
And will that mean
I will never see you again?
What will happen to our love
I cannot imagine living without you;
Tell me how you feel;
My mind is shattered;
I can’t think properly;
I don’t know what to do
And what to say;
I am lost;
Good bye is a hard word to say.
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A few minutes ago, a plane took off for Europe at the International Airport in Douala, Cameroon. On one of the seats was our daughter, Linda, 24.
When we say hard work pays, I have seen it with this young lady. God has blessed her with enormous potential; and she has worked very hard to develop it. If all blessings come from God, we have to play our part and let God play His.This is what she is doing.
She’ll be away in Europe for one year as an international volunteer. This is the biggest opportunity that she has ever had to both develop and showcase her talent. I have no doubt that she will do it.
What is amazing right now is like when she touches something it turns into gold.I guess the source of this is the fact that she grew up in the heart of the organization which I created and ran for many years known as Gold Touch International Organization. Through it I promoted the philosophy of positive or possibility thinking.
Our children become what we train them to be. At age five Linda often got people spellbound in public occasions especially on International Women’s Day with her presentations.That began instilling in her courage, and self confidence – marvelous qualities which have never left her.
If I were asked to give advice to parents on how to bring up their children to be the best children and parents tomorrow, I would not hesitate to tell them: “Parents, instill in your children, while they are still young, values which you want them to grow up with.”
Those who become great men and women do not wait to be offered their opportunities on a platter of gold. They work for them; and early childhood education can help greatly facilitate this for them.
I gave her two messages just before we separated. One was a revised edition of this
The second was this:
MY DREAM FOR YOU
My dream for you I had when you were born
And I saw you climbing the full ladder’s rungs
At the summit I saw you taking your place;
Today, the signs I see, my dream coming true;
Whatever you touch, I see it turning to gold;
You are so bold; so confident; and sure of yourself;
You know what you want and know you will get it;
You trust in God and the potential he put in you;
The love of family, friends; admirers go with you;
Accompanied by our prayers from day to day;
If of one thing I am sure from Almighty God,
It’s this great destiny He has for you.
When greatness smiles at you as I know it will
By the grace of God who loves you much,
Fight for the poor and fight for the weak;
That on their faces they may have some smiles.
I do not know how you feel; but I have just said clearly how I feel. Thanks
How hard it is to say goodbye!
I say it to you with tears in my eyes;
For dull our home shall be without you;
Often, you made our days real bright;
With thrilling stories of your day;
We loved to hear you share;
And we all listened enthralled;
But now far off you shall be,
And when we see again,
No one can say.
Though we pray to meet again,
It’s the Almighty God who decides;
And His plan, none can know.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
We are told
And that’s what I see.
Wherever you go,
Be sure of our love;
If ever we don’t see again
Always know we love you much.
If ever you don’t find us when you return,
May your days be full of joy!