Last weekend me, Solange and my mom attended the District Convention in Orlando. What a banquet of spiritual food! There was a beautiful drama every day.
It was so good to see our old friends as well as the new. We were reminded of the paradise hope and how we should be watching our kids really close because the ruler of this system wants to take as many as he can down with him and he goes for the most vulnerable, our children.
It was 3 days worth of spiritual food. I thank my Bosses for the time off. Now we're looking forward to our "Special Day" assembly in Plant City.
When we got back on Sunday night from the convention Solange went straight to work, both jobs. The one job unloading freight for Walmart and the other job as head baker at this new bakery that just opened up in town. I felt so bad for her. I would've liked for her to rest up a bit after a fast paced, long weekend we just had. But here it was her first week at the bakery, she works barely 3 days and her boss offered her full time!! Soon she'll be leaving Walmart doing all that heavy lifting and working doing what she enjoys doing and went to school for, graduating with honors!!
James 4:8 says Draw close to God and he will draw close to you. Deus é fiel! Jehovah is truly faithful! 1 Corinthians 1:9
Tony would be so proud of her, I know it. He always told her he didn't want her working for Walmart, (valued employee that she is, recieving "Associate of the Month" twice) but that he did want her to bake, something he knew she would enjoy and also something they both loved doing together.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Pictures show that we lived
A Birth Certificate shows that we were born
A Death Certificate shows that we died
Pictures show that we lived!
Why would you not want to share pictures with a mother who lost her son
knowing this would bring her some joy?
This is what I wrote in an email and I was about to send to my sister, the photographer of the family.
You walk into her hobby room and all you see are these clear plastic boxes stacked one ontop of the other each with a different family member or friends name on them. As I said before I never had to worry about taking pictures of my kids as they were growing because there my sister would be with her camera trying to get the kids to pose just right for the perfect picture.
Now here I am. I would love to take a trip down memory lane and see my children as they were growing, especially Tony since he is no longer here with me. I have left so many telephone messages and sent so many emails, not just to her but to my brother and my other sister as well.
As one person put it that has seen them at family gatherings, "they're joined at the hip", so I've pleaded with all three of them but they don't care.
I would never do this with anyone, ignore suxh a plea. I would love to be able to minimize someones hurt and if this was all I had to do, and it was within my power to do so I would.
This really MUST be the last days and it also MUST be what 2 Timothy 3:1-5 warns.
A Death Certificate shows that we died
Pictures show that we lived!
Why would you not want to share pictures with a mother who lost her son
knowing this would bring her some joy?
This is what I wrote in an email and I was about to send to my sister, the photographer of the family.
You walk into her hobby room and all you see are these clear plastic boxes stacked one ontop of the other each with a different family member or friends name on them. As I said before I never had to worry about taking pictures of my kids as they were growing because there my sister would be with her camera trying to get the kids to pose just right for the perfect picture.
Now here I am. I would love to take a trip down memory lane and see my children as they were growing, especially Tony since he is no longer here with me. I have left so many telephone messages and sent so many emails, not just to her but to my brother and my other sister as well.
As one person put it that has seen them at family gatherings, "they're joined at the hip", so I've pleaded with all three of them but they don't care.
I would never do this with anyone, ignore suxh a plea. I would love to be able to minimize someones hurt and if this was all I had to do, and it was within my power to do so I would.
This really MUST be the last days and it also MUST be what 2 Timothy 3:1-5 warns.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
I wish I had some photos
I lost my son just after he turned 23 (one month) this was 7 years ago and the pain is still fresh for me. Being my first of 4 children he was always there for me, my helper. I feel such a void. It was so senseless, he was killed (shot in the heart) by his ex-girlfriend. I am always at the verge of crying. I have even thought at times I am being selfish because I am feeling sorry for myself (crying) because I'm missing out on a life time of moments I would've been able to share with him. All the happiness he would've brought me, all diminished. I still have 3 other children that make me smile but I am no longer a "happy" person. They're all a piece of me so in essence it feels as if I have lost a limb or a part of me. I miss him so much sometimes I feel ending it all would be the best way out of feeling this pain inside. Most of the time I am in no mood to talk to anyone about it because most people don't know what to say and 99.9% of the time I rather them say nothing at all. I wish they would just share with me a moment in their lives where he made a difference instead.
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