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Breathing comes in pairs, except for twice, one begins and one's goodbye



Breathing comes in pairs, except for twice, one begins and one's goodbye.......
~The Fray
27 years ago, I took my first breath.
I was welcomed in to this world by two loving, generous and kind parents, and an extended family whose love would know no bound.

27 years later, I have to say goodbye to my Opa, a man whose life could have been taken many times during the war. And yet he lived to tell about it, God had a plan for his life.  He and my Oma embarked on a journey that took great courage and strength. Their love, hard work , and dedication established a family that has extended out in numbers that I imagine they never dreamed.

God knew my name, the hairs on my head, long before I would enter the picture. How blessed I am to have be chosen to be apart of this family.

Though I could imagine a million other ways to celebrate my birthday, one thing remains constant. I will be with my family on my birthday, as I have always done since the beginning. The circumstances may be painful, but we will be with each other and I couldn't ask for anything more.

Thank you Opa for you love, your cheekiness, that grin,your bed time stories, those tractor rides informing me to hold on to my underpants, allowing me a childhood haven where I would learn to imagine, play, dream, pray, and spend some of the best days of my life with the people who mean more to me then anything else in the world.

I love you.

Looking forward to sharing eternity with you in our new home; heaven, the place our hearts have all been waiting for since we first arrived.

So for now, until we met again, I will say goodbye, and see you soon.

Comments

  1. Danielle Joy25 March 2012 at 06:20

    Hi sweet sister.

    I'm sorry for your loss. I'm holding you close in my heart. Call if you feel like talking, or need someone to just listen.

    I love you.

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