Friday, August 25, 2006

My Grandpa died this last Sunday, August 2o, 2006, it was not a huge suprise as he has been struggling with cancer for the last few years. But we will all still miss him. My Grandpa loved to hunt, fish , and help those he loved. It was my Grandpa that forced me to learn to put a worm on my hook, and who taught me which fish to keep and what to throw back. I have many memories of fishing with Grandpa and of him and Grandma weeding our garden and helping us build our house. I remember Grandpa out in the field helping dad plow and plant when we were farming, and I also remember him in the plant working along side us all when we had the Chicken Processing Business. He was always there for us, and now he's gone, to a better place I'm sure but I'll miss him just the same. I'll miss his hugs, his smiles and even his teasing words. Every time I play cribbage I'll think of him (he used to beat me every time) and every time I smell a fish I'll remember his face and him refusing to bait my hooks. I love you Grandpa. . .



. . .Until we meet again . . .
~ Lydia ~

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Be Thou My Vision
~ Dr. Gillbert R. Hull~
Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me,
Save that thou art:
Thou my best thought,
By day or by night
Waking or sleeping,
Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my wisdom,
And thou my true word;
I ever with Thee and thou with me,
Lord:
Thou my great Father,
I thy true Son,
Thou in me dwelling,
And I with Thee one.
Riches I heed not, or mans empty praise
Thou mine inheritance,
Now and always
Thou and Thou only
First in my heart
High King of Heaven
My treasure thou art.
High King of Heaven, My victory won
May i reach heavens' joys
O bright heavn's sun!
Heart of my own heart
Whatever befall
Still be my vision, O ruler of all.