Summer - July 30, 2011

My son, his daughter, my daughter and her son visited us the end of July. We went on a picnic at Old Fort Picnic Grounds and visited the Andrew Geysers, waded in Mill Creek and enjoyed being together. Now everyone is gone home and I am back to genealogy. I am working on a Book for a friend of my daughter. It is always a challenge but I never tire of it. This year I want to do an updated book on the paternal side of my family.

Aaaahhh, sweet Summer

No matter how hot, I love summer. I can always get in the shade or find a cool spot in the house. Ice Cream, watermelon, cookout and picnics. Working in the yard and flower beds, fresh veggies from the garden and visits from my two kids. I am thankful to God for his blessings. I continue to work on Genealogy. My family as well as helping others. This is a wonderful hobby and I've learned so much about the people who made a way for me to be here today. I am blessed.

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY - THANK GOD FOR AMERICA

On December 2, 2005, my grandson Matthew Tyler Shimberg was born still. Meaning he died the day he was born. We do not know why the Lord wanted him back so soon but one day we will know and we will see him once again. His Mom, my daughter, had him when she was 8 months 1 week. We all got to hold him and didn't want to let him go. I found this sweet quote and thought it fit Matthew so well: ~ An angel opened the book of life and wrote down my baby's birth. Then she whispered as she closed the book "too beautiful for earth"~.
AND THIS POEM IS IN HIS HONOR:

An Angel Never Dies
Don’t let them say I wasn’t born,
That something stopped my heart
I felt each tender squeeze you gave,
I’ve loved you from the start.

Although my body you can’t hold
It doesn’t mean I’m gone
This world was worthy, not of me
God chose that I move on.

I know the pain that drowns your soul,
What you are forced to face
You have my word, I’ll fill your arms,
Someday we will embrace.

You’ll hear that it was meant to be,
God doesn’t make mistakes
But that wont soften your worst blow,
Or make your heart not ache.

I’m watching over all you do,
Another child you’ll bear
Believe me when I say to you,
That I am always there.

There will come a time, I promise you,
When you will hold my hand,
Stroke my face and kiss my lips
And then you’ll understand.

Although I’ve never breathed your air,
Or gazed into your eyes
That doesn’t mean I never was,
An Angel never dies.

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead...
~ 1 Peter 1:3.