Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Monday, November 19, 2012

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Here is a wonderful thought from the sympathy card we sent to Maureen that we all need to remember:
     "To carry on with a heart full of memories is to be wholly and lovingly  human.  To heal day by day is to build a bridge of love that will reach far beyond time into forever."

     It was a blessing to see all of you at Scott's funeral.  May our prayers be with Scott's children, grandchildren and Maureen to cope with life without their hero.

                                  God bless you all and thanks for being such a great family,

                                                     Eileen and John and family

Happy Veteran's Day

Thanks to all who have served and are serving now:  Dad, Michael Fox, Mike Murphy, Jr., Tara Murphy, and Nate Anding.  A special thanks to Scott and all veterans who have departed this life. We are grateful for your service to our country.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Some lines from Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant who wrote it when he was seventeen.

"Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world - with kings,
The powerful of the earth - the wise, the good.
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulcher. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun - the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods - rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste -
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man."
". . . As the long train
Of ages glides away, the sons of men,
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man -
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those who in their turn shall follow them.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."

Friday, November 2, 2012