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stjwelding
Veteran Member
It's great to see you posting again Pac, I pray your Easter was a renewing time for you and Mr. Pac.
Wayne
Wayne
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
I do pray you are doing better Pac.
Also thank you for the chapter.
Also thank you for the chapter.
You are writing so calmly that your time away must have been healing for you. I do hope that is so. Just now found your new chapter and delighted in reading the update about 'the clan'. Good Golly, they have more upheaval in their lives than I ever hope to see. Thanks for sharing.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Folks,
unavoidable circumstances will have me away from home until Monday night. Sorry I can't do better with the saga. Thanks for understanding, The Pac's.
unavoidable circumstances will have me away from home until Monday night. Sorry I can't do better with the saga. Thanks for understanding, The Pac's.
stjwelding
Veteran Member
Thanks for keeping us informed Pac, as I and many others have said before take what ever time you need. We will still be hear waiting when you can get back to your story. You and Mr Pac are in my prayers always.
Wayne
Wayne
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
The same from me.
Nature_Lover
Wait! What?
Thank you Pac.
I hope your Easter break helped you regain your balance and inner peace.
We'll be here when you get back to it again.
I hope your Easter break helped you regain your balance and inner peace.
We'll be here when you get back to it again.
Pac, I've been immersed in this intriguing story for the past couple of days, trying to finally catch up, not only with the story, but also with the situation with Mr PAC and you. Please know that I join all the rest of your devoted readers and friends in praying for you both. You are astonishing and inspirational in both your writing and your life.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Dear Folks,
I am in the land of hard decisions and little to no, 'good' choices. Because of his mental instability, Mr. Pac had to be taken to a very secure facility. One where he cannot hurt others, or himself. He is going through an extremely violent time in his dementia, and I am heartsick at the measures that have to be taken to keep him safe.
It used to be that very early in the morning, he was coherent and capable of talking with me. Now, that is gone and he is housed 300 miles from our home. It is very earth shattering for me to have to make decisions concerning his care, and my fiercely independent man is a empty shell, unable to help me.
I pray, and hope I am listening to God as he tells me to honor and respect Mr. Pac. and see lovingly to his care. Once again I am faced with the probability that I will be moving. Mr. Pac has made his final move to the care facility he is in; there is nothing beyond this place that can help him. We have held hands for many years, but two days ago Mr. Pac bit my hand, and nearly took my thumb off.
The Doctor patched me up and sent me home. They are going to give Mr. Pac an adjustment period of two weeks or so, and I am under orders to stay away.
If you have time today, please say a small prayer for Mr. Pac. Thank you all so very much for standing with me. Pac.
I am in the land of hard decisions and little to no, 'good' choices. Because of his mental instability, Mr. Pac had to be taken to a very secure facility. One where he cannot hurt others, or himself. He is going through an extremely violent time in his dementia, and I am heartsick at the measures that have to be taken to keep him safe.
It used to be that very early in the morning, he was coherent and capable of talking with me. Now, that is gone and he is housed 300 miles from our home. It is very earth shattering for me to have to make decisions concerning his care, and my fiercely independent man is a empty shell, unable to help me.
I pray, and hope I am listening to God as he tells me to honor and respect Mr. Pac. and see lovingly to his care. Once again I am faced with the probability that I will be moving. Mr. Pac has made his final move to the care facility he is in; there is nothing beyond this place that can help him. We have held hands for many years, but two days ago Mr. Pac bit my hand, and nearly took my thumb off.
The Doctor patched me up and sent me home. They are going to give Mr. Pac an adjustment period of two weeks or so, and I am under orders to stay away.
If you have time today, please say a small prayer for Mr. Pac. Thank you all so very much for standing with me. Pac.
Mrs Pac!
God love you! This insidious disease has taken away your beloved and my heart breaks for you. All I can do is send you my love, and shower you with prayers.
Wish we lived in closer proximity, so you would have physical moral support. We are all crying along with you.
God love you! This insidious disease has taken away your beloved and my heart breaks for you. All I can do is send you my love, and shower you with prayers.
Wish we lived in closer proximity, so you would have physical moral support. We are all crying along with you.
Oh Mrs. Pac, the heartbreak you must be experiencing. I pray that God puts his hand on your heart to give you peace, a hand on your mind to give you wisdom, and wrap you in His arms to give you comfort. God bless you and keep you and be with Mr. Pac as he walks through this valley.
Jeepcats 3
Contributing Member
Dear Mrs. Pac,
Sorry to hear that Mr. Pac has slid futher into the heart beaking effects of his disease.
My prayers for you both as you face the on going battle.
Jeepcats 3
Sorry to hear that Mr. Pac has slid futher into the heart beaking effects of his disease.
My prayers for you both as you face the on going battle.
Jeepcats 3
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Prayers sent for GOD to give you strength, knowledge, love and all the things you need Pac
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#706
The prince and his men were there before breakfast. Mark brought the urn to the table and gravely handed it to the prince's assistant. Mark looked hard at the engraved name. "That's your Father, isn't it? I thought he just passed away?"
"It is so," the prince answered harshly. "We had a decoy urn, but the original was promptly stolen. Do you have the box or paper the urn was sent in?"
"I do, it's on top of the file cabinet, I'll be right back." Mark went to get the wrapping and the prince looked around the kitchen once again.
"You live simply," he stated to Clora who was sitting in the doorway.
"By choice," Clora said softly.
The prince nodded regally, he was intrigued by these people who practiced simple living, yet he knew from his most recent investigation, the honest man had control of a lot of money. "They are trying to take your name away." he remarked to Mark as the man walked in the kitchen.
"And that of my Father. His brother has committed many sins toward us, laying a web of deceit that goes deep." Mark replied.
"Ahh, trouble I am most familiar with," the prince said sadly. "Your trouble however is deeper than you think. I bring news that your Uncle survived the assignation, but sadly your Mother did not. I am offering my assistance should you require it."
"Thank you," Mark was appreciative of the unusual gesture. "You honor me with your offer. My government would have killed me without a thought but for your threat." Mark allowed himself a small smile, as the prince nodded.
"As I thought might happen, your government has many fingers on hands that do not come together," the prince was cryptic.
"Very true. I am in your debt for your intervention." Mark offered his hand to the prince, and the guards sucked in their breath. No one touched the prince without his permission.
The prince stood up and offered his hand in a normal handshake, and then in a forearm clasp with a manly hug and nod of the head.
"Your shoulder, it is healing?" His highness inquired solicitously.
"Not fast enough," Mark replied with a heavy sigh, "I need to heal faster to deal with the goons breathing down my neck."
"With your permission, my physician would examine you again," dark eyes watched Mark carefully as the prince waited for Mark's agreement.
Mark nodded, and the bespectacled man came forward when the prince gestured. Mark was examined and his partially healed wounds bathed once again with a silver solution. The prince motioned for his Doctor to leave the bottle of liquid on the table.
Clora was watching the scene with sharp eyes, and looked up to see the prince observing her.
"Your woman, she trusts no one to touch you," the prince was amused. "It is good."
Mark nodded and looked up at Clora. He smiled his assurance, and Clora relaxed a fraction of an inch.
"Your babies, they are well?"
"Babies yes, Clora not so much," Mark said softly. "Her heart is weak from a childhood disease."
"With your permission," the prince asked Mark and not Clora and after a look between the two Linderman's, Mark said yes.
The Doctor listened to Clora's heart and then the hearts of the babies. The man said something to the prince, and stood silently, waiting for the prince to give him instructions.
"It is, as you say," the prince said solemnly. "The woman is not strong."
Mark tightened his lips, they suspected that, but hearing it from a much respected Doctor did not make him happy. "I wish it were not so," he said sadly.
"With your permission," the prince said slowly, "I would take your woman with me to Europe where the Doctors are more skilled in dealing with problems of this sort."
Clora had a look of alarm and panic, but Mark understood the extreme generosity behind the offer. "Her friend is here and would want to go," Mark announced, looking straight at Stephan for his agreement. Stephan was slow to agree, but they both knew the stress of the current situation could very well harm both of the pregnancies.
"Then it is so," the prince replied, "I will send for you when her time is near."
"Thank you, I am deeply in your debt."
"No, it is I who am in your debt," the prince said firmly, and his eyes widened when the pregnant Olga was presented. "You are a sly dog," the prince spoke in his language, and Mark laughed silently. The ruse necessary to keep both women safe.
The prince and his men were there before breakfast. Mark brought the urn to the table and gravely handed it to the prince's assistant. Mark looked hard at the engraved name. "That's your Father, isn't it? I thought he just passed away?"
"It is so," the prince answered harshly. "We had a decoy urn, but the original was promptly stolen. Do you have the box or paper the urn was sent in?"
"I do, it's on top of the file cabinet, I'll be right back." Mark went to get the wrapping and the prince looked around the kitchen once again.
"You live simply," he stated to Clora who was sitting in the doorway.
"By choice," Clora said softly.
The prince nodded regally, he was intrigued by these people who practiced simple living, yet he knew from his most recent investigation, the honest man had control of a lot of money. "They are trying to take your name away." he remarked to Mark as the man walked in the kitchen.
"And that of my Father. His brother has committed many sins toward us, laying a web of deceit that goes deep." Mark replied.
"Ahh, trouble I am most familiar with," the prince said sadly. "Your trouble however is deeper than you think. I bring news that your Uncle survived the assignation, but sadly your Mother did not. I am offering my assistance should you require it."
"Thank you," Mark was appreciative of the unusual gesture. "You honor me with your offer. My government would have killed me without a thought but for your threat." Mark allowed himself a small smile, as the prince nodded.
"As I thought might happen, your government has many fingers on hands that do not come together," the prince was cryptic.
"Very true. I am in your debt for your intervention." Mark offered his hand to the prince, and the guards sucked in their breath. No one touched the prince without his permission.
The prince stood up and offered his hand in a normal handshake, and then in a forearm clasp with a manly hug and nod of the head.
"Your shoulder, it is healing?" His highness inquired solicitously.
"Not fast enough," Mark replied with a heavy sigh, "I need to heal faster to deal with the goons breathing down my neck."
"With your permission, my physician would examine you again," dark eyes watched Mark carefully as the prince waited for Mark's agreement.
Mark nodded, and the bespectacled man came forward when the prince gestured. Mark was examined and his partially healed wounds bathed once again with a silver solution. The prince motioned for his Doctor to leave the bottle of liquid on the table.
Clora was watching the scene with sharp eyes, and looked up to see the prince observing her.
"Your woman, she trusts no one to touch you," the prince was amused. "It is good."
Mark nodded and looked up at Clora. He smiled his assurance, and Clora relaxed a fraction of an inch.
"Your babies, they are well?"
"Babies yes, Clora not so much," Mark said softly. "Her heart is weak from a childhood disease."
"With your permission," the prince asked Mark and not Clora and after a look between the two Linderman's, Mark said yes.
The Doctor listened to Clora's heart and then the hearts of the babies. The man said something to the prince, and stood silently, waiting for the prince to give him instructions.
"It is, as you say," the prince said solemnly. "The woman is not strong."
Mark tightened his lips, they suspected that, but hearing it from a much respected Doctor did not make him happy. "I wish it were not so," he said sadly.
"With your permission," the prince said slowly, "I would take your woman with me to Europe where the Doctors are more skilled in dealing with problems of this sort."
Clora had a look of alarm and panic, but Mark understood the extreme generosity behind the offer. "Her friend is here and would want to go," Mark announced, looking straight at Stephan for his agreement. Stephan was slow to agree, but they both knew the stress of the current situation could very well harm both of the pregnancies.
"Then it is so," the prince replied, "I will send for you when her time is near."
"Thank you, I am deeply in your debt."
"No, it is I who am in your debt," the prince said firmly, and his eyes widened when the pregnant Olga was presented. "You are a sly dog," the prince spoke in his language, and Mark laughed silently. The ruse necessary to keep both women safe.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you Pac, and also so happy you are home safe. Blessings to you and Mr Pac.
What strength of character you have, PAC, to be walking the path you must now tread and still give us another chapter in our beloved story. Thank you.
Many prayers from this home in Iowa will be sent heavenward on your behalf and that of Mr. PAC. I pray that this time away goes swiftly for you. That Mr. PAC can adjust well to his new surroundings. And that springtime is a refreshing breath of air for you. Altho we have never met, we do admire and love your spirit. Thank you for being you!
Many prayers from this home in Iowa will be sent heavenward on your behalf and that of Mr. PAC. I pray that this time away goes swiftly for you. That Mr. PAC can adjust well to his new surroundings. And that springtime is a refreshing breath of air for you. Altho we have never met, we do admire and love your spirit. Thank you for being you!
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Pac:
Our soul cries for you and Mr. Pac.
Dementia is a horrible disease that causes harm to the person suffering and causes suffering to their loved ones that are helpless to provide any assistance.
Our prayers for you and especially Mr. Pac.
Remember God is in control and he will provide you the strength to overcome this.
May God give Mr. Pac peace.
God bless you and Mr. Pac.
Texican.
Our soul cries for you and Mr. Pac.
Dementia is a horrible disease that causes harm to the person suffering and causes suffering to their loved ones that are helpless to provide any assistance.
Our prayers for you and especially Mr. Pac.
Remember God is in control and he will provide you the strength to overcome this.
May God give Mr. Pac peace.
God bless you and Mr. Pac.
Texican.
beaglemama
Contributing Member
(((Pac)))
You're doing what's best for Mr. Pac by making sure he is someplace secure. I'm so, so sorry you have to make these decisions, but I know whatever you decide will be based on what is best for him and will be a decision made with love.
You're doing what's best for Mr. Pac by making sure he is someplace secure. I'm so, so sorry you have to make these decisions, but I know whatever you decide will be based on what is best for him and will be a decision made with love.
Thank you Pac. I'm pretty sure I can speak for all of us we I tell you we all appreiate this wonderful story and hope that the writing of it helps to take you away from your pain for awhile, but I really believe we are all touched more by your courage and your goodness.
I am so sorry to hear this sad news. Prayers for God's love and guidance for you and the facility staff. May God help Mr. Pac to get through this difficult phase.
Dementia is such a horrible curse. It robs us of our loved ones far too early.
Hold on to your faith and memories of better times. We're always here to offer prayers and well wishes.
Russ
Dementia is such a horrible curse. It robs us of our loved ones far too early.
Hold on to your faith and memories of better times. We're always here to offer prayers and well wishes.
Russ
teedee
Veteran Member
Very sad news about Mr Pac. I have enjoyed your stories for several years and I hope they bring you a measure of peace while you wright them. While it sounds like Mr Pac has turned a very dark corner remember that he is now in a place where time has no meaning and neither does your deep enduring love. At this point all you can do is try to keep him safe from himself and love him for who he was. All my best wishes go out to you!