Hermantribe
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My condolences as well, Mrs. Pac. Prayers for you continue.
Story So that your love may be complete.
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Old Gray Mare
TB Fanatic
Thank you PNW for sharing your example of Christian faith, love and devotion. Your life is a prayer in action. May your beloved Christian soldier be at peace with our Lord. Amen
juco
Veteran Member
Amen. And thank you Pac, for sharing a bit of your beloved with all of us. He sounds like an amazing man. May God's peace and comfort be on you and your family as you mourn.
Lake Lili
Veteran Member
Dear Pac, I am so sorry for your loss. Mr. Pac fought such a fierce battle against Alzheimer's and all its indignities and you have been such an amazing caregiver throughout the long journey. Your faith in the strength and grace of our Heavenly Father will cushion you, as will the knowledge that you and Mr. Pac will be together again... that the wonderful man who rode up on his horse will be waiting for you. My mother finally passed last February after 18 years with Alzheimer's and we read a poem by the Canon of St Paul's Cathedral in London. It read in part:
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
I hope that will provide you with the comfort it gave us. We will continue to keep you in our prayers,
Lili
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
I hope that will provide you with the comfort it gave us. We will continue to keep you in our prayers,
Lili
Dear PAC, such a sad day for you and your family. The heavens have opened here and have been weeping all day long.
I wish I could fold you in a hug and offer you a cup of tea, then I would just let you talk about what ever you want to talk about. So sorry that you had to loose your mate, but that is the way God's plan works. We do not understand it at all, but someday we will. For now we weep and tell stories of "remember when".
Please remember that many, many of us here at TB2K send condolences and want you to know we continue to hold you and yours in prayer.
I wish I could fold you in a hug and offer you a cup of tea, then I would just let you talk about what ever you want to talk about. So sorry that you had to loose your mate, but that is the way God's plan works. We do not understand it at all, but someday we will. For now we weep and tell stories of "remember when".
Please remember that many, many of us here at TB2K send condolences and want you to know we continue to hold you and yours in prayer.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Pac, may GOD bless you with ajj your needs at this time of great need
fastback08
Veteran Member
Please accept our deepest sympathies. We will keep your family in our prayers.
stjwelding
Veteran Member
Pac I sit here with tears running down my cheeks as I write this, for two reasons one is for the sorrow that you feel for your loss of Mr. Pac and the other is out of joy that you know he is now healed and in a far better place, with his Creator and his Savior.
We love you and pray that God gives you the peace that passes all of our understanding.
Wayne
We love you and pray that God gives you the peace that passes all of our understanding.
Wayne
Siskiyoumom
Veteran Member
What words can I write to give you comfort? My heart breaks for your loss.
"Pac I sit here with tears running down my cheeks as I write this, for two reasons one is for the sorrow that you feel for your loss of Mr. Pac and the other is out of joy that you know he is now healed and in a far better place, with his Creator and his Savior.
We love you and pray that God gives you the peace that passes all of our understanding.
Wayne"
Amen to Wayne's most perfect words.
May you be comforted dear one.
I know it is so hard and my hope for your is provision and protection in the coming minutes, hours and days......
God bless you dear lady.
Sis
"Pac I sit here with tears running down my cheeks as I write this, for two reasons one is for the sorrow that you feel for your loss of Mr. Pac and the other is out of joy that you know he is now healed and in a far better place, with his Creator and his Savior.
We love you and pray that God gives you the peace that passes all of our understanding.
Wayne"
Amen to Wayne's most perfect words.
May you be comforted dear one.
I know it is so hard and my hope for your is provision and protection in the coming minutes, hours and days......
God bless you dear lady.
Sis
Sneaker 11
RECONDO
Mrs Pac,
I too ad my condolences on your loss. My family has been touched by this terrible disease and know how taxing it is. Our prayer is that the Lord wraps his loving arms around you and smothers you with his grace and mercy.
I too ad my condolences on your loss. My family has been touched by this terrible disease and know how taxing it is. Our prayer is that the Lord wraps his loving arms around you and smothers you with his grace and mercy.
momengineer
Senior Member
Mrs Pac- I know there are no words to comfort at a time such as this. You have been on my thoughts and truly in my prayers these last few days. I am so very sorry for your loss
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Thank you all.
I am humbled beyond words at your compassion and prayers for someone you have never met. I have my Heavenly Fathers comfort and peace; but I have no sleep with my heart ache.
Two strokes back to back had left him comatose, and for a week he went without food and water. He was as strong in dying as he was in living. Finally his heart simply stopped. As a family we were reciting the Lord's Prayer by his bedside. It was his favorite.
There are many things to do when a loved one dies, and I don't have them all completed. Give me a couple more days to get myself together and then we shall see what mischief the clan has been up to. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kindness. Pac.
I am humbled beyond words at your compassion and prayers for someone you have never met. I have my Heavenly Fathers comfort and peace; but I have no sleep with my heart ache.
Two strokes back to back had left him comatose, and for a week he went without food and water. He was as strong in dying as he was in living. Finally his heart simply stopped. As a family we were reciting the Lord's Prayer by his bedside. It was his favorite.
There are many things to do when a loved one dies, and I don't have them all completed. Give me a couple more days to get myself together and then we shall see what mischief the clan has been up to. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kindness. Pac.
Sammy55
Veteran Member
Pac, please take all the time you need. Your husband wasn't the only strong one. You are, too, but sometimes you need to give yourself your moment(s) of weakness and lean on someone else for a bit.
I'll still be praying for you, for guidance, for peace, for comfort, and for deep restful sleep.
Take care of yourself. Don't push yourself too hard. We'll be here praying for you.
I'll still be praying for you, for guidance, for peace, for comfort, and for deep restful sleep.
Take care of yourself. Don't push yourself too hard. We'll be here praying for you.
Orion Commander
Veteran Member
Mrs. Pac, take your time. I have been there. No matter where I was I wanted to be some where else. Take comfort in your family and friends. God does heal but it does take awhile. Some times all I wanted was just someone to sit with with out talking but just know they were there was a comfort. You have my condolences. And do not make any major decissions for awile. This takes time to grieve.
Old Gray Mare
TB Fanatic
Grief does not have an expiration date. It takes as long as it takes. I pray for God's grace and comfort to be poured out to you in abundance. May there be true friends and loving family to help support you at this time and keep you safe. Unfortunately the internet does not allow me to bring over a good stout soup and a well steeped pot of tea.
teedee
Veteran Member
Pac, please take all the time you need to get your life realigned. Know that we are all your friends and that we have lived through all of your problems for the last few years. Please take all the time you need we will wait to see what the clan is up to when ever you are ready. Just lean back into the warm arms of our lord.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Pac:
We know you through your words in your sagas and thru your words in your posts.
Your words help to bring us peace and understanding which we greatly appreciate.
Our prayers are offered from our hearts for the sorrow that you have and are experiencing. These sorrows will pass overtime.
With our love and prayers.
Texican.
stjwelding
Veteran Member
Pac my prayers for you and yours continue, may God's Peace and Strength be upon you all of the days of your life.
Wayne
Wayne
Dumb Blonde
Contributing Member
PAC, I know where your at at this time. My husband died after a short illness just over 2 years ago now. I was sent http://www.tickld.com/x/old-man-explains-death-and-life-to-grieving-young-man and found it of great comfort. It was brought to my attention last week again. Maybe it will be of comfort to you also.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
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Clora laughed, Mark was OK, so she supposed she'd better let the group of men she had the drop on, regain their dignity. "If he hadn't said what he did, I'd have shot every last one of you, even the fella over there in the shadows that thinks I haven't noticed him," she warned sternly.
The men nodded up and down like a series of bobble heads, just happy she was backing down.
Karl came hustling from the barn where he had stashed Mark's pickup and stock trailer. He didn't want any of the agents offering to help unload, and chance them getting into the 'sensitive' cargo. "Vhat iss?" he said with surprise, "iss sometings wrongs?" he looked at Clora's rifle still pointing at the group that was inching gently backward.
Clora shook her head no, "the gentlemen were just leaving," she prompted, and they all agreed once again.
"No wonder Linderman likes her," one of the deputy's was brave enough to smart off as he was turning tail, "she's as crazy as he is."
"And almost as good a shot," Clora warned them again. "That's number two," she counted out and by that time, most of the agents were headed for the Yukon, and they stepped a little faster. The smart mouth started to say something else and Clora raised her rifle, suddenly the man was jerked by the arm and practically shoved inside the Marshall's vehicle by his companions.
The engine started and moved rapidly out the drive.
Clora cleared her throat, and turned to Karl. "Good evening Karl, did you have a good trip?" she asked in the sweetest voice she could manage, like nothing out of the ordinary had just taken place.
"Ve dids, muches fines.. excepts for Meester Marks, he gets muches tireds and ve had a flats tire. His boss hunted heem downs in the truck stops and then declared he hads to go to the hospitals. I vas muches in agreements vith that," Karl looked steadily at Clora in the faint light emanating from the open doorway.
"OK, if you know about the circumstances," Clora was wary, not inclined to give up her defensive stand.
"It iss muches OK's," Karl had Helga's recipe book in his hand and he waved it at the house, knowing his little dumpling would spot her treasure right away.
There was a squeal of delight from the open doorway and Helga came hustling outside under full sail, intent on securing her riches.
Inky, hearing the squeal and thinking something or some one was intending to harm Clora, stood up in the darkness to guard his mistress. Helga missed seeing the immense black hulk in the very dark night as she flew down the porch steps. She ran smack dab into the 200 pound dog, tripped and fell, jerking the finger she had forgotten to remove from the old shot gun trigger.
The double blast deafened the clan and sent Lady dog to howling, Inky to barking, chickens and ducks aroused and protesting loudly from their night sleep, and baby's screaming in the house.
Karl got a pellet in his almost healed leg and Clora got a dose in her foot. When Karl went down, Helga started screaming that she had killed him and went to fling herself on his prone body. That blow almost did cause him great bodily harm, driving the wind out of him so he couldn't speak. In her grief, Helga was beating her fists on the ground and parts of Karl.
Karl was fluttering his hands to stop her, but Helga was too wound up to notice, intent on wailing and bemoaning her fate.
Toby came hurrying from the house and barely had enough light to see as he grabbed Helga's beefy arms as they were ready to give Karl another thumping.
"Stop, ...stop!" he was laughing so hard he could barely speak, hanging on to Helga's super human strength. Helga might have been a older mature woman; but she kneaded large batches of dough every day and had muscles to be reckoned with.
The fact that Toby was laughing, when she had done the evil deed of killing her husband, inflamed Helga and she shook Toby off like a dog coming out of the water. No small, inconsequential man himself, Toby narrowly missed his mother as Helga sent him sprawling.
The brief respite that happened was enough to allow Karl to get his breath. "Ez, Ez, Ez," he drew as much breath as he could and thundered. The sound of her newly deceased husband yelling at her sent Helga into a frenzy. Rather that control her outburst, it made the wailing and screaming that much louder. Helga couldn't hear Karl yelling at her and Warren brought an end to the fiasco by firing a shot into the air.
"Enough!," he yelled savagely, stilling all the voices except the crying babies. "Karl's not dead you fool woman, but Clora's hurt. Get your self together and get them in the house."
Helga stood up, dusted off her clothes and hands and went to the house like nothing had happened.
Clora laughed, Mark was OK, so she supposed she'd better let the group of men she had the drop on, regain their dignity. "If he hadn't said what he did, I'd have shot every last one of you, even the fella over there in the shadows that thinks I haven't noticed him," she warned sternly.
The men nodded up and down like a series of bobble heads, just happy she was backing down.
Karl came hustling from the barn where he had stashed Mark's pickup and stock trailer. He didn't want any of the agents offering to help unload, and chance them getting into the 'sensitive' cargo. "Vhat iss?" he said with surprise, "iss sometings wrongs?" he looked at Clora's rifle still pointing at the group that was inching gently backward.
Clora shook her head no, "the gentlemen were just leaving," she prompted, and they all agreed once again.
"No wonder Linderman likes her," one of the deputy's was brave enough to smart off as he was turning tail, "she's as crazy as he is."
"And almost as good a shot," Clora warned them again. "That's number two," she counted out and by that time, most of the agents were headed for the Yukon, and they stepped a little faster. The smart mouth started to say something else and Clora raised her rifle, suddenly the man was jerked by the arm and practically shoved inside the Marshall's vehicle by his companions.
The engine started and moved rapidly out the drive.
Clora cleared her throat, and turned to Karl. "Good evening Karl, did you have a good trip?" she asked in the sweetest voice she could manage, like nothing out of the ordinary had just taken place.
"Ve dids, muches fines.. excepts for Meester Marks, he gets muches tireds and ve had a flats tire. His boss hunted heem downs in the truck stops and then declared he hads to go to the hospitals. I vas muches in agreements vith that," Karl looked steadily at Clora in the faint light emanating from the open doorway.
"OK, if you know about the circumstances," Clora was wary, not inclined to give up her defensive stand.
"It iss muches OK's," Karl had Helga's recipe book in his hand and he waved it at the house, knowing his little dumpling would spot her treasure right away.
There was a squeal of delight from the open doorway and Helga came hustling outside under full sail, intent on securing her riches.
Inky, hearing the squeal and thinking something or some one was intending to harm Clora, stood up in the darkness to guard his mistress. Helga missed seeing the immense black hulk in the very dark night as she flew down the porch steps. She ran smack dab into the 200 pound dog, tripped and fell, jerking the finger she had forgotten to remove from the old shot gun trigger.
The double blast deafened the clan and sent Lady dog to howling, Inky to barking, chickens and ducks aroused and protesting loudly from their night sleep, and baby's screaming in the house.
Karl got a pellet in his almost healed leg and Clora got a dose in her foot. When Karl went down, Helga started screaming that she had killed him and went to fling herself on his prone body. That blow almost did cause him great bodily harm, driving the wind out of him so he couldn't speak. In her grief, Helga was beating her fists on the ground and parts of Karl.
Karl was fluttering his hands to stop her, but Helga was too wound up to notice, intent on wailing and bemoaning her fate.
Toby came hurrying from the house and barely had enough light to see as he grabbed Helga's beefy arms as they were ready to give Karl another thumping.
"Stop, ...stop!" he was laughing so hard he could barely speak, hanging on to Helga's super human strength. Helga might have been a older mature woman; but she kneaded large batches of dough every day and had muscles to be reckoned with.
The fact that Toby was laughing, when she had done the evil deed of killing her husband, inflamed Helga and she shook Toby off like a dog coming out of the water. No small, inconsequential man himself, Toby narrowly missed his mother as Helga sent him sprawling.
The brief respite that happened was enough to allow Karl to get his breath. "Ez, Ez, Ez," he drew as much breath as he could and thundered. The sound of her newly deceased husband yelling at her sent Helga into a frenzy. Rather that control her outburst, it made the wailing and screaming that much louder. Helga couldn't hear Karl yelling at her and Warren brought an end to the fiasco by firing a shot into the air.
"Enough!," he yelled savagely, stilling all the voices except the crying babies. "Karl's not dead you fool woman, but Clora's hurt. Get your self together and get them in the house."
Helga stood up, dusted off her clothes and hands and went to the house like nothing had happened.
Hermantribe
Veteran Member
Thank you!
