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not sick in Athens she is very well in fact so I thought I should come
Isa was a happy six year-old who had all of her parents’ love and affection. And one special friend, Lael. Isa and Lael were neighbours and best friends since they could walk and talk. Unfortunately, things started to go downhill in Lael’s life as his parents spent less and less time with him. But Isa gave
Eulogy for Son The Death of a Child. Not many people realize that the death of a child is NOT in accordance with God’s NORMAL scheme of things. It is not a natural. God did not mean for a child to go first. A child buries the parent.
I didn't get "holidayitis" as my brothers well know this term. I wasn't stressed out and I kept saying, "there are 12 days of Christmas."
“Grandma, where are my parents?” A five years old girl asked her grandmother next to her as they were watching a show about family. “They are...” She resumed talking after a few seconds of silence. “Your parents are earning money and you will see them in a few years.” The girl questioned again, “How long are a few years?” This time, Grandma did not answer and the girl fell asleep slowly. I am the girl.
The phone call came at 6:45 on the evening of the 16th. At 8:58 I sent out an e-mail message to friends about my Grandmother's death. Many of those friends are former and current church members of congregations I have served as pastor. By the next morning I was receiving e-mail messages back. The ones from former and current church members had a common theme. In addition to expressing their sympathy they all said that they felt they had known my grandmother: "We remember your grandmother from the stories you would tell us of her."
After we ate and finished up, we headed over to the sweet shop that we saw earlier. We walked in and I got candy for the side but a huge chocolate covered banana with nuts on top. Everyone else got ice cream and a banana split. We headed back to the hotel and we all watched a movie about four girls that went to greece without their parents. Of course they were older but they weren't that much older so I said, “Why don't we go to Greece for Two days. I have family that lives there and Katelyn has enough money to take us”. “I would love to go. We could go to Athens and Chania because I heard that they are really pretty and we learned about them in history” she said excitedly. “I don't want to go that far without my parents” Cici and April said at the same time. “You will be fine because look how far you are from your parents right now” Maddy said. “Ok” they both
Before I begin I would like to thank all of you here on behalf of my mother, my brother and myself, for your efforts large and small to be here today, to help us mark my fathers passing.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
Before dinner time, all of my family members get together at my cousin's house. There my cousin and their baby are there and my cousin’s wife’s family are there and so are my cousin’s friends. I have a lot of fun there with all my friends and family’s.
We are here today for Jason J England. Born on October 12, 1998 in Salt lake City, Utah. Jason had a rough childhood. He moved through 3 states and didn’t settle down until the age of five. By that age he moved to Craig, Colorado and grew up there for 11 years. But him growing up always dealt with family problems that included social services and the police. When he got to Colorado and met his best friend Edgar and some neighbors they all were always together. Always outside doing something so that took Jason away from all the drama at home. Until his 3rd-5th grade years hit him and social services were attempting to take him and his sisters away from their mother and the cops were always around checking up or arresting his oldest brother. With all this going on, it never stopped him from going and seeing his friends every day.
First, all honor and all my praises go to God for giving me the strength, wisdom, courage and the ability to share my gift with others. Without him this wouldn’t be possible. I thank him for blessing me tremendously. I owe everything to God, because without him I don’t have an existence. Thank you my heavenly Father.
Until last summer, I didn't understand the meaning of family. My parents moved to the U.S. fifteen years ago. Because of that, all of my extended family lives in Costa Rica. I hadn't seen most of my cousins, aunts or uncles since the last time we visited them in 2009. But last summer, my parents and I took a trip down to visit everyone. The only problem was that I was so scared to go again because I didn't think I would recognize anyone besides my grandparents and the cousins closest in age to me. I was also nervous about my Spanish. I had been neglecting it for years, but now I really needed it for the first time.
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