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Good Morning

Have a wonderful day, I know I will.

A day of travelling, being a part of all that is, what a wonderful way to find my roots once again.

Stopping today to see where my ancestors were, visiting their resting places and then moving on with a clear knowing in my heart that all is well!

Today:

I will have a great a day of travel, remembering and honoring the spirit of those who have gone before me who are such a part of me!  

I know I will bring forward more feeling, love and experiences into my life today!

Good Morning

What will you bring forward with you today?

Peace, love, light and blessings

“White Eagle”

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‎”In Loving Memory Of John Lennon”
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A STORY OF REMEMBERING

Remembrance Day has always been a very significant day for me! From the time I was a very young child, this special day was a day of honor, grief, joy and silence.
My father was a World War II Veteran and our Remembrance Day would always start with honoring those who have gone before us who are us by observing Two Minutes of Silence while listening to the radio, or once I was in school, it meant observing this in the classroom or gymnasium with a whole group of giggling students. In my case I always took the observance of Remembrance Day very seriously!
My Father had taught us well.

On this day I would like to share with you the story of my father and what I believe honoring him, and others who have passed is all about for me.
My dad was a very quiet, gentle and peace loving human being. His father was a Minister, who left the ministry to become a fur trader on an Indian Reserve. This is where my father was born and was raised until he was 14 years old. My grandfather had Physical difficulties, and his physical needs required a quieter and easier life because walking was difficult for him. They moved to a small town where he became the postmaster, and my father pulled him back and forth to work in a little wagon. That was my father’s job, and he performed this job well. I always remember the gentleness and caring of my father throughout my entire life, with the exception of Remembrance Days! This was the day that my father went out with some other War Veterans and usually ended up with him arriving home very drunk and spending the night upset and ill. This day always brought back many memories that he had great difficulty coping with.

From a very young age I learned to question what his life must have been like for him. He was on the front lines, he was young, newly married, shipped to a foreign country, given a gun, lived in tents, on foreign soil and was expected to shoot other human beings. This man who pulled his father back and forth to work in a wagon not too many years prior to joining the army, was expected to fight for his country, and kill other people.
This became very clear to me when I was about 8 years old and a new family moved into the house next door to us. My father was very quietly upset and as he talked about how difficult this was for him because the man next door was also a war veteran from the other side and his greatest concern was that he had possibly shot at him while he was fighting for his country. Each time they talked, being the sensitive child I was, I could feel the discomfort radiating from both of them because of where they had been. My father never lived a day of his life without those memories, although he would never talk about them with us. He stated “there are just some things you don’t and will never talk about in your life!” My war experiences are mine, I am not proud of what I had to do, and I will not share them or talk about them with anyone who wasn‘t there! He kept this part of his life private and personal until his death. This is where the story gets very interesting. My mother and father took a holiday to Eastern Canada many years ago to visit family and my mother had always wanted to visit the war memorial! They spent a few days visiting , sightseeing and scheduled a time for the visit that my mother had planned for many years. She believed that this would be a great thing for my father to do now because my father had retired and he would be able to give thanks to all of those he fought with who did not return home. He, on the other hand, believed that it was important to do this for my mother’s sake because she too had gone through the war that created separation and she had birthed and raised a child on her own until he returned. In reality my father did not want to follow through with the plan to visit the war memorial honoring his fallen comrades. The remembering those years of war was just too painful and too much for him to cope with. The morning of the visit to the memorial my father got up, had his morning coffee while sitting in his hotel room in Ottawa preparing for the big day at the War Memorial.

As he sat with my Mother talking about his morning, his memories, and his family, my oldest brother who was born while my father was Fighting in the War, who had come to visit them in Ottawa who had just left to go back to the Maritimes, it all ended!
All of a sudden he fell backwards on his chair and immediately died from a massive heart attack! He made a strong impact on me through his death!
This gentle, peace loving and kind man died instantly, the day he was to visit the War Memorial in the Journey’s End Hotel in Ottawa, Canada. His actions spoke louder than his words on this day!
His last request was to be buried in his army jacket, so his ashes were wrapped in the jacket and as he was laid to rest the importance of World Peace was indelibly imprinted in my mind!
In memory of all of those who have passed fighting for us all in the name of freedom, even when it is totally against their personal values and beliefs!

Peace, love, light and blessings to us all today and I still look forward to the day when war will no longer be a part of our wonderful earth!

“White Eagle”

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Let’s all take a few minutes today to send Peace & Love out into the world and Imagine the greater good for All. Dreams will come true.

Shared by “Soul2Soul Treasures

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FOR ANGELA  (MY SISTER)

It started 3 years ago,  I saw an iris, it was the only one in the forest!  It seemed to me that this flower was crying.
It was beautiful, like a jewel compared to any others I had seen, so got a great picture only one plant and flower.
The next year I returned to see how the flower made out over the winter and there were two flowers!
The long weekend in May I slipped and broke my arm before these two flowers were in bloom. At that time because of my broken arm I physically I couldn’t do much, so every day would go by the plant, enjoy it, become one with it and watch it grow and thrive in its special place in the forest.
I took my camera with a small lens but the camera just could not capture the wonder and beauty of the two flowers that were now there.
These two flowers gave me the incentive to work on my broken arm so I could build my muscle in order to carry the 8lb lens attached to the camera but I just couldn’t do it.
I relaxed and  just admired the plant instead of taking photographs!.
One day I went to admire the plant and someone had cut  the flowers, I was shattered!
Out of all of the flowers that exist what would be the reason  they had to pick this special flower that I had become so connected to?
A very important part of my connection to these flowers was that my brother in law had passed away  four years before the appearance of these flowers and his ashes were scattered in the same area that the flowers appeared in.  These flowers to me were and still are  a special message to all of us who remain here on earth !  A very special and spiritual gift for all of us from him!
The next year (last year) when I returned there no flowers at all.  I wondered if  the plant would ever flower again.
This year when I returned this picture will tell the rest of the story.
Always remember that those who pass on will come to us through spirit in many different ways, and by honoring all of those that have passed on before us, it is important to honor Mother Nature and all of her creations.  The Creations are a message to us all!
 Donald Piller with Angela.

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  • Wanted to call you today to say I love you, but your old number is no longer in service.
  • I tried the operator she said sorry I have no number for you.
  • I tried to go to your house, but you don’t live there anymore.
  • The post office has no forwarding address. I guess heaven is just too far away.

I love you, I miss you. You are in my heart always. Loved ones gone but not forgotten. Merry Christmas to all those in heaven.. put this as your status if there is someone you love who is spending Christmas in heaven and you wish was down here with you ♥ Love you

In memory of Rhys

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