Richard W. Nield (RIP 6-26-10)

This is the eulogy from my Father’s funeral in the church where he was raised in Westchester, IL.  This text was a combined effort of his children.

My Father, Richard Walter Nield, born to Margaret and Edward Nield on August 13, 1932.  Dad was survived by his two sisters:  Dorothy Prack and Pat LaRocca and his two brothers: Robert and Edward Nield, as well as his four children Sharon Robbins, Kathleen Kiesel-Nield, Colleen Lee and Kevin Nield, and his three grandchildren:  David, Erin and Brody Ellis; and lastly his companion and dog Caitlyn. 

After Dad returned from serving in the Korean War, He eloped with Mary Ann Dolan, his childhood sweetheart, on January 24, 1956.  After they married they lived with each of their parents.   In the next 22 months, they had their first two children, Sharon and Kathleen.

Some time later my parents purchased their first home in Romeoville.  In the next 22 months, they had their first two children, Sharon and Kathleen.  During this time Dad was active with the Democratic Party and worked actively on the presidential campaign for John F. Kennedy. 

Additionally, Dad ran “unsuccessful” on the Democratic ticket for county auditor in his local district.  We smiled in a whimsical way at seeing those pictures of “Elect Nield” in our family pictures.

Soon two more little bundles of joy arrived each in their own time frame; Colleen and Kevin.  It was at this point Mom and Dad decided they needed a larger home to accommodate their growing family.  After what seemed an eternity, and several Novinas on the part of our Mother, Mary Anne, Mom and Dad happened upon a house in Lemont that they both loved.   It was a perfect place to raise their family and at the right price.  The house in Lemont was a beautiful older craftsman home that needed a lot of work (electrical, new furnace, new flooring) and with the help of his brothers my Dad was able to fix it up. 

Dad was a hard worker in a city that worked, Chicago.  He worked for Quaker Oats, Westinghouse, and others.  He started as an accountant and often talked about the test he took to get hired initially as a manager.  Dad also talked about the process of making oatmeal at Quaker Oats.  I can remember Dad working on computers when computers were just beginning.  He would take us to work on the weekends to see computers that were a block long.  He showed us how we could type a series of keystrokes that would spit out a card that would be gathered together and put into a computer to form a sentence.   It was really cool and fun!  Dad traveled to work in Downtown Chicago everyday, and he traveled a lot for work.  I can remember our family trips during the summer to California, where we all drove with our pets across the country.  There are some great memories of dogs almost falling into the Grand Canyon, and checking into a Bakersfield hotel and after unpacking and getting into bed seeing the room move with bugs only to pack up that night and get back on the road, standing outside the casinos while Mom and Dad gambled, seeing the Grand Canyon and San Francisco, eating shrimp cocktails on the San Francisco warf, and watching Colleen catch a box of lizards in the apartment where we stayed and used them to scare Mom. 

Dad was an entrepreneur in many senses; he was always there to help.  He often did taxes for people in Lemont and Romeoville, and mostly only charged them to do the taxes if they got a refund. 

In Dad’s mid 40’s he and my mother joined the local Alyesford Prayer Community and was baptized in the Holy Spirit in approximately 1980.  The event renewed his faith in God and the Catholic Church.  Soon after, they became a 3rd order Carmelite affiliate with the Aylesford Community in Darien.  Sometime over the next 19 years Dad and Mom traveled overseas to Europe and the Holy Land with the Aylesford Community. 

Dad formed his own successful accounting business in 1980.  He was contracted to Computer Science Corp, SAIC and others.  

In 2000, Dad worked with my brother-in-law Eric at All Nation Mortgage.  He was a great people person and really enjoyed helping people with their mortgages.  It was at this time that we began to see the signs of memory issues, although Mom had been aware there was a problem for a time.

Shortly after my Mother passed away in 2005, Dad moved to Florida to live with Colleen and her husband Eric.  Dad enjoyed Florida; especially the warm weather.  He spent many of his days at a senior center where he sang, danced , participated in arts and crafts, read stories to the preschool children next door.  He went to the beach and would swim out to what seemed too far without any fear.  We went on a cruise to the Bahamas for a family vacation as well. 

In time, I (Sharon) joined Colleen and Eric in Florida to help care for Dad.  While my son Brody moved in with his Father in California.  The first year I was in Florida I became a hospice volunteer and took my Dad’s dog Caitlyn to be trained as a therapy dog. 

At the end of Dad’s early life, Dad passed away in Colleen’s Florida home surrounded with most of his family by his side.  He was comfortably cared for by hospice so his passing was very peaceful.  He was strong and relatively active up until last November ’09, when complications with his health started his decline.  Everyone who met him said that he a  character, strong-willed, a gentleman and always had a great story or two to tell. 

 Dad is the one I thank for giving me the courage to move forward with my life.  His death has taught me such valuable lessons.  I suppose the irony is that his death taught me about life.  I’ve come to depend on my Dad, but in the last two years I’ve leaned to draw upon the inner strength he instilled in me.  I suppose it’s silly to think he is smiling down on me now but I do.

So Beat It, Just Beat It!

They Told Him Don’t You Ever Come Around Here
So To Day, I decided it was time to start blogging again.  I know, I know you’re really relieved.  What changed my mind?  I think I turned a corner.  A while back I was going through a lot of grief with my family and I think I just really worked myself through all that emotional crap.  I moved out of my DS’s house.  That was a pretty unpleasant experience.  But I made it though it and it even looks right now like I’m going to make it to the other side.  Well let’s hope so. 

Don’t Wanna See Your Face, You Better Disappear
The most recent news that’s been happening to me of late is that my Dad, you know my Dad with

Dad can't sit up. DB is supporting Dad with his Body. While DS is taking Dad's temp.

Alzheimer’s Disorder (AD) is back in the hospital with pneumonia and a very bad UTI.  Of course UTI are known to make senior citizen’s very disoriented and appear really out of it.  Dad was all of these things.  But with a few days of antibiotics, he was back to his old self.  Now he’s keeping the staff at the hospital busy chasing him around all night until of course he is moved to a nursing home.   Which should happen in a day or two.  We’re all torn up about the decision, especially my DS, who is charged with the care of dad.  But it truly is time.  The family has gotten to a point where they cannot function and take care of Dad as well.  Mostly because we need to sleep at night and we not addicted to dysfunctional behavior.  At least not all of us.  But that’s another blog, as they say. 

The Fire’s In Their Eyes And Their Words Are Really Clear
We’re all worried about how Dad will take the move.  Dad is nearly at a place where he won’t notice.  Where he currently lives most of the time he is in a dream world; where occasionally we the members of our family step in and out of the dream where Dad lives.  Dad sees people who aren’t there, he’ll tap you on the shoulder half expecting his hand to go right through you, like the midst he’s living in currently.  When you acknowledge his touch, Dad will smile with a surprised laugh.    And then he’ll start talking to someone who is not there.  It’s sad really, Dad can be so animated, that it’s hard to believe he is so ill.  But we know that he is very ill with AD.  And we all pray, in our own way, that the cure for AD is right around the corner.  Deep Breath…

So Beat It, Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
So tomorrow this time, there is a really good chance that Dad will be placed in a nursing home (Hopefully, not too far from where I live ((fingers crossed))).   So be a dear and keep your fingers crossed for our family that we make it through this next very painful step we’re in the midst of taking.  A few prayers would be welcomed as well. 

You Better Run, You Better Do What You Can
What’s been going on with me?  Well, glad you asked.  I’ve been working in a call center in the evenings.  It’s a nice job if you’re not looking for a challenge.  Truthfully, I’m just happy to be working!!!!  I’ve made a few good friends where I work.  The things that connect us are, our ages, our trials, and our tribulations.  We hang out at break time.  Just a short fifteen minute break.  Where we bring a snack, and share a few insights, laugh at each other and what not.  We’re all women between the ages of 50 and 65 years of age.  And there’s one guy in the same age group whom I’ve decided is studying us for a new docudrama he’s dreaming up.  He finds the way we relate to each other interesting.  huh.  That’s a new one.  Most times, middle age women just fade into the wood work.  So we’re all very amused with our audience. 

Don’t Wanna See No Blood, Don’t Be A Macho Man
Where  I work, most of the call center floor is filled with kids between ages 17 and 25 years of age.  My group of friends are dinosaurs compared to these kids.  But like cream, we all rose to the top of the call center numbers, and we dominate the top numbers.  All of us in my group we’re caught off guard by our current “recession/depression” depending on how you see it.  We all have carried respectable jobs in real industries in the past and find ourselves irreverent to the current job market.  So now we’re all working in the call center industry currently until the job market opens up again

You Wanna Be Tough, Better Do What You Can
What will I do next?  I dunno, but if there’s an open position for beach bum, I’m all over it!!    But I’ll probably go back to being a program manager for a local company in Kennedy Space Center, if I’m lucky.   What happened to my nursing dreams?  Well, I started working in a corporation again, and I’m reminded how much I loved my old job of Marketing Program Manager.  I think I’ll expand my skill set to include engineering program management by taking some new classes.  And I think I’ll return to my first love.  At least for the time being until the world ends in 2012.  (That’s a joke, don’t cha know.)  No, the worlds not going to end in 2012, but the polar axis just might shift.  We’ll see if there is any significance to that date at all.  Mother Earth is going through a change and it won’t hurt if you are prepared for a change of surroundings. 

So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad
There is sooo much I want to share with you about what’s been going on in my life.  So many words, so little time.  I promise to fill you in as we move through time.  Wishing you well on your journey. 

Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin’ How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn’t Matter Who’s Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It

Many Thanks to MJ for the use of his lyrics to “Beat It“.

I think I love you…

 

Ba, ba, ba, ba.
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba.
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba.
Well my Dad with Alzheimer’s Disorder (DA) has turned a new page.  He must of had a large number of neurons die-off in his brain at the same time.  Suddenly Dad has absolutely no short-term memory, has a continuous need to return to his life in Chicago (we live in Florida)  Of course Dad believes Chicago is just a 40 mile trip from our present home, instead of the 1300 mile trip reality demands.   So now we find ourselves up at all hours of the night  trying to stop Dad from running away.  We find ourselves making up stories to help Dad accept his new surroundings.  Dad, “I have to get to Chicago, I’m starting a new job tomorrow.  Me: “Dad, your job called and said they had a terribly fierce snow storm and that their offices will be closed for at least a week while they remove the snow. ”

I’m sleeping
And right in the middle of a good dream
Being up at all hours of the night with Dad, it’s not bad.  I’ve just reverted back to my attitude when I had a newborn baby to feed every two hours.  I learned if I didn’t make it a big deal about losing sleep, it was a lot easier to live with – and it was. 

Like all at once I wake up
From something that keeps knockin’ at my brain.
Dad has packed every piece of luggage he owns.  Dad says he had to go home to take care of his mother.  Which takes up down the road of reminding him that his Mother and Father are gone.  Dad cries for a while as he grieves anew.  DBL collects the packed bags and places them in the attic until this crisis is over.  We shake our heads and say there has got to be an easier way.  

Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed
Screaming out the words I dread:
Eventually I started making up all kinds of wild stories to keep dad in a happy frame of mind.  He’d notice a hub cap missing from the car.  I’d say I lost it while riding in a demolistion derby in town.  Dad would rave that I would do something so immature.  I’d smile and he’d realises I’m just kidding. 

“I think I love you!”
Last night I sat next to Dad’s bed and just like a meditation tape I begin to prepare Dad for meditation.   I take Dad down an imagine road to help him relax and slip deeply into sleep.  We try deep breathing exercises.  He fights me by reminding me that he has to go to Chicago in the morning.  And I continue, one by one addressing his fears and removing the fears (this type of meditation uses a great deal of imagination).   And after an hour or so, we end up at a place where we’re floating in the clouds surrounded by guardian angels.  I invite his entire family to join us in Spirit and they do.  Dad finds this the most comforting.  Dad asks me the names of his angels.  I draw on my bibilical knowledge of Angel names.  And we’re floating with the angels who will stand over us all night until morning arrives.  Dad starts snoring.  I wait a little while longer and then creep back to my bedroom and bed.  Where I fall into a deep sleep.  Until 2 am of course when Dad wakes me up, with all his belongings in his arms (since all his luggage has dissapeared).  You might think my meditation was a failure, but I tell you, it was much easier to get Dad back to bed (just a few minutes) so I could returned to my bed of dreams. 

 This morning
I woke up with this feeling
I didn’t know how to deal with
I plan on continuing the meditations to see if I can help Dad allay his fears and relax.  Wishing you all a sweet night sleep. 

 And so I just decided to myself
I’d hide it to myself and never talk about it
And didn’t I go and shout it
When you walked into the room
“I think I love You.”

 

I think I love you.
So what am I so afraid of?
I’m afraid that I’m not sure of
A love there is no cure for.

I think I love you.
Isn’t that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say
I’ve never felt this way.

I don’t know what I’m up against.
I don’t know what it’s all about.
I got so much to think about.

Hey, I think I love you.
So what am I so afraid of?
I’m afraid that I’m not sure of
A love there is no cure for.

I think I love you.
Isn’t that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say
I’ve never felt this way.

Believe me,
You really don’t have to worry.
I only want to make you happy
And if you say,
“Hey, go away,” I will, but I think better still
I’d better stay around and love you.
Do you think I have a case?
Let me ask you to your face:
Do you think you love me?

I think I love you.  Many Thanks to David Cassidy for the use of his lyrics.

We’re Family, Me and You!

Hey Gang, It’s December 18th and tomorrow is my 51st birthday!  Thought I should share that with you!  I dunno why, may because as I get up in years people make less and less of a fuss about you.  It could be the selfish part of myself talking. 

Update on me:  My Dad went into the hospital again last weekend with pneumonia.  My sister and I had a horrific fight during the hospital stay, not about Dad, we were both sleep deprived and raw after being in the hospital all night watching the staff restrain our father.   Dad was mis-behaving in the hospital and refused to be admitted.  It was a terrible scene to watch.  Dad was delusional most of the time and was imagining that he was being taken as a prisoner of war or being tackled as a running back with the Chicago bears.  Neither of these things actually ever happened to him, but with alzheimers, the disease actually re-writes part of their memory.  So what was true gets mixed in with stuff that never happened.  Dad was in the Korean was – was never taken as prisoner of war, and played running back in Highschool, but was drafted before he could go to college.  He returned to college when he returned from Korea.  The Chicago Bears are Dad’s favorite football team.

I found the experience of watching my father being restrain and medicated into oblivion very distressful.  And inhumane.  My friend, D. Who used to be a nurse assistant explained to me what it was best for the patient.  It was a safety issue.  Additionally the staff called Social Services on us, because I didn’t want my father restrained.  My sister may never forgive me, for Social Services being called.  She felt it was a stamp of White Trash.  I shrugged my shoulders because I knew she only felt that way because of the judgment she placed on me, all the times my ex-husband called social services on me, with my son.  Just another fun thing single mothers have to go through unnecessarily. 

I’ve started a new job, as a Marketing Representative for a local promotion company.  I sell advertising.  This is a reason my blogs have slowed down somewhat.  I’ve been busy pet sitting and working the new job at the same time.  Busy, very busy.  But it’s all good. 

Last night while I was working, a hugh spider appeared here where I am pet sitting.  I don’t know what kind of spider it was, but I’m guessing it was a wolf spider.  It was as big as my hand.  Since it wasn’t poisonous, I let the cats play with it.  Don’t worry, they didn’t have a chance to kill it.  Here’s a pic for you.   Sorry my digital camera doesn’t take good pictures of tiny insects or spiders.  Interesting that the spiders eye reflected the camera flash.    I guess I’ll have to get one of those fancy cameras to take pictures of all the cool bugs they have here in Florida.  Unlike anything I’ve ever seen any where else in the country.  Here’s another pic (right), I pulled off the Internet of a spider I see all the time outside, when I walk the dog.  It’s called a spiny orb weaver.  Isn’t it cool?  It looks a little like a crab doesn’t it.  I find all these little creatures fascinating. 

Anyhow, that’s my story and I’m going to stick with it.  Good talking with you again.  Stay cool, the world is always going to try and drag you down.  Luv, You!

The Stethoscope…,Good One and Merry Christmas!

When Good Pets go Bad! – the Homeless Pet Crisis in America

No one has better defined how best to manage our situation with homeless Pets in America better than Mr. Albert Einstein. “”A human being is a part of a whole, called by us -universe-, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

 

Not withstanding is our own Brevard County Space Coast Feline Network (SCFN) who care for all the Feral cat colonies in the Space Kennedy Center (approx. 10,000 cats). This care include spaying and neutering all the animals as a solutions to the population control. Veterinary care for sick cats and food to keep them healthy. The cats are checked for Feline Leukemia, and Rabies.   I remember so clearly when volunteering for another totally unrelated Animal Shelter in San Jose, California and learning their policy for feral cats was simply to destroy them. Death Camps for our helpless lost and homeless pets. That was an idea, I couldn’t get behind, so I ended up never really completing the volunteering process for that Animal shelter.

 

 

Now I have the good fortune to discover Space Coast Feline Network’s No-Kill Shelter in my area, I just moved here six months ago from California. This is an idea I can support and get behind. I view the No-Kill animal shelters as humane and compassionate. If you’d like to help, please sign the petition for Brevard County to become a no-kill county please sign this petition: http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/Make-Brevard-No-Kill-County.   God Bless You and Merry Christmas!!

 

 

 

Live Simply, so others may simply live. A High Tech Hang-up!

Whoa, I’ve been spending my energies in a different direction of late.  I’ve just discovered “play lists”  and so I spend a lot of time creating new play lists.  Wow!  This is fun.  I wish Word press had an “Add Play list” function.  That would be cool. 

I’m one of those people who believes “Live Simply so others can Simply live” but the problem is that it clashes with my High Tech Side.  Yes, that’s right, my dream is to be a minimalist, but with a computer, of course and perhaps an iphone, Okay, okay, okay, maybe it should be the G1 (that’s minimalist me talking).  But secretly I’m salivating over the Iphone (shhhh, don’t tell anyone).  Me love Iphone ( – :

Oh and don’t even get me started on the Kindle.  Amazon’s Kindle, an electronic book reader.  Its great because, think of all the trees you’d save and every book is $9.99.  You’d save a bundle as well on books.  Yeah, I know you can go to the library.  Which I do, every week.  But all my favorite books are all out and I have to wait weeks for them. 

Boy, if we ever have some global earth crisis that causes a calamity causing us to have to live without any electricity, I’m going to be sooo screwed.  If I become a homeless person, you’ll see me sitting on the corner of a busy city with a sign [Will work for electricity] as I drag all my electronic equipment around with me. 

Maybe I should learn about Solar energy and how to convert it to regular electricity,  then maybe I could make it all work.  Our local Community College does offer a degree in Solar Energy.  Maybe that’s what I should do??? 

The reason I justify that I need an IPhone is because I’m spatially challenged (I can get lost in a phone booth).  And when I’m lost, well I could just look at my Iphone for directions.  Cool huh.  Well that’s it.  Also, I could blog from my phone.  (That’d be cool).

I didn’t even mention my digital camera.  My family is sick of me always taking pictures all the time.  My Dad always says, You’re wasting film.  Then I get to tell him about the neat technology called a memory card.  (Do you not love it!)  Dad just shakes his head and acts confused (because his personal memory card is a little messed up – Alzheimer). 

My favorite thing to do with people is to start showing friends, pictures on my camera, and they keep waiting to me to come to the end of the pictures, but what they don’t know is —my memory card is 1GB.  I can store hundreds of pictures on this baby. 

Picture it, people trying to be polite viewing all your stupid pet pictures and after about 60 pictures, they’re like, how many pictures do you have???  I have learned not to inflict my pictures on the general public with out careful evaluation. 

More stupid pet pictures
Cleo my cat being coy with her new Halloween costume.   Oh yes, it’s that time of year again.  Torture the pets by making them wear halloween costumes.  Don’t you love it?

Melbourne Oktoberfest

Well after a long day filled with Craft fairs and typical Saturday errands, we finished off the day by going together as a family to the local Oktoberfest.  In the Picture to the left, please see a small sampling of the drinks available to customers.  I’m told the prices of the beers were very reasonable.   

Melbourne Oktoberfest runs October 16-19 at the Wickham Park Pavilion in Melbourne. The festival includes traditional German food, imported German beers, German music, dancing, entertainment.

We went to this event last year and had a good time.  This year, it seemed more fun to me.  I don’t know if it was me or the music.  We did enjoy the musical stylings of “Jess~n~John”  The musical Duo for all Occasions of Titusville, Fl.  See picture, to Right. 

I wasn’t sure who enjoyed this band more, my 76 year old Dad or I?  Dad loved the (That’s Dad dancing in the Oktoberfest March) music and danced most of the night.  Me well, I’m not much of a dancer.  But there was a big crowd and a lot of people dancing!!   Much fun was had by all.  Especially during renditions of the Chicken  and the Ya-Ya Dances!  My favorite was the Oktoberfest March (I hope I got the name right) which was quite a work out in itself.  And every bit of it fun! 

 What kind of Oktoberfest would it be if we didn’t mention the food.  There was a plate of food  that included, a bratwurst,  knockwurst, and potato pancakes.  My dad and I ordered this, and we split it  – it was just enough food.  Each of these food is available individually or together as a meal.  

 To Learn more go to: http://www.placesaroundflorida.com/News/2008/09/16/octoberfest-florida-2008/

“The longest journey of any is the journey inward.” – hanoochi.com

 Casey Anthony
Casey Anthony is being tried in the press right now.  CNN has all the files posted from the Sheriff’s office Discovery Process http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/07/25/missing.florida.girl.ap/index.html

That’s One Bell You Can’t Unring!
The liberal newspapers are reporting that the distance between McCain and Obama is widening.  However, all the polls left a certain amount of ambiguity.  At some point Americans are going to realize that this is one bell you can’t unring.  I understand, the unwillingness to want to trust a republican in office again.  This republican is different.  Use your logic, look at the amount of experience McCain offers. When you review Obama’s experience, you’ll see it is very limited. 

Obama doesn’t have a leg to stand on regarding experience.  He’s a junior Senator.  Who reacts slowly when there are issues that need addressing.  No time during the time Obama was sworn in the Senate did he lead a special interest group.  The groups he did belong to, never met.  Here’s a quote from William M. Briggs a statistician who references the amount of time each Candidate spent in the Senate. 

To read more about the quote below, please refer to this URL:  http://wmbriggs.com/blog/?=McCain+in+the+Senate

” Barack Obama served 143 days in the senate and no days in the military before he began his run for president.   John McCain served 26 years in the senate and 22 years in the military before he began his campaign. ”  Quoted from William M. Briggs, Statistician All manner of statistical analysis cheerfully undertaken.”

On the Lighter Side, by Sharon
I Am There ~ by Hanoochi (http://www.hanoochi.com/)

 

I am the breeze that kisses your cheek.
I am the sun that warms your face.When you look at the purple evening sky, it is me.
When you see a majestic mountain, it is me.

 

When the birds sweetly sing, it is my voice.
When the water gently laps against the shore, it is my heartbeat.

I am the green grass against your feet.
I am the refreshing shade of summer.

In the stars, you see my eyes.
In the blue sky, you see my body.

 

Feel the air that surrounds you, I am there.
Feel the love in your heart, I am there.

 

 

 

 

(All of us are one…Added by Sharon)

 
 

I just don’t understand…

Local News
Yesterday Local news reported the Casey Anthony’s indicted for the murder of her daughter Caylee Anthony.  Tragic, yes.  But is this another tragedy in the making?  There is a report that Casey will be representing herself.  Need I say any more?? 

Presidential Candidates
Both Obama and McCain are preparing for another Presidential Debate.  This is the third debate of it’s kind and it may be it’s last depending on the success of the debate.  This time it will be held in Hempstead, N.Y. at Hofstra University.  Bob Schieffer of CBS will moderate.  Theoretically, the general public believes Obama won the first two debates.  McCain has had less success winning over the swing votes and as a result he is taking a hard look at his proposed campaign and what he can do for the middle class. 

News about Dad
Dad returned to the Senior Center today.  He was feeling a little tired.  We encouraged him to go anyway.  Because it’s got to be better for him than laying around the house.  He seems to be feeling better as well.  There is less coughing and hacking.  We’ve been giving Dad gobs of homemade chicken soup and lots of Florida grown oranges.  They both seem to be helping.

 

Oliver Stone’s “W” debueing this coming Weekend
Oliver Stone was on the “Real Time with Bill Maher” show this last Sunday (HBO) pumping the audience up with his new movie about George W. Bush.  Starring Josh Brolin as “W”.  Oliver Stone’s protrayal of George W. Bush will be released to movie goers this coming Friday, October 17. 

 

 

On the Ligher Side – Commentary by Sharon
Prayer becoming More and More a part of Family Life
With all the stress of these times, Mortgage Crisis, Loss of Jobs, War Raging on, Government expenditures of 1 Billion a month on the war.  Prayer is becoming more and more a part of everyday families life.   Families know that times are difficult.  And as a result are begining to look up to God for help in everyday life.  “Today, my father and I bowed our heads and prayed to God for His blessing in these difficult times.” reported blog author of Family Gathers.   “We prayed for our needs and the needs of others.”  Noting that many other people are truly experiencing real suffering in this difficult economic crisis. 

Nothing sums up the need for prayer like this expression “Life is fragile, Handle with prayer.”

To learn more about Prayer, please visit the URL:  www.onjinjinkta.com   Which is a website formed by Betty J. Eadie, author of “Embraced by the Light”. 

Wishing and praying for you to have a good and happy day with God’s blessing.

 

 

Disclaimer: The thoughts and comments expressed in this blog have nothing to do with the Embraced by the light website, the Bill Maher show, or the Oliver Stone Movie “W”.