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Thoughts on a Sunday

We took Sissy to camp yesterday. This is her first time at a sleep over camp.

She was very excited and while her cabin mates were sobbing and clinging to their parents, Sissy was practically pushing her dad and I into the car. She wanted us to go home and get out of her hair. Ungrateful little wretch!

On the way back we stopped at the cemetery where my father in law is buried. There is a lovely pond near the front gate and I noticed three children,ranging from 4 to 6 in age, playing there as we came in. There were no adults anywhere around. Just three little kids throwing rocks into the pond, chasing ducks, and climbing the waterfall. They were having so much fun. They held hands and wandered from grave to grave, one of them kneeling once in an attitude of prayer. After resting for a time in the shade of a tree they resumed their enjoyment of the pond.

But through it all, I feared for them, what if one of them fell into the pond, so we stayed watching at a distance. I called 911 and told them of my concerns, they told me they would send some one shortly, but no one ever came, I called again and was told that all officers were out on calls and one would be sent as soon as possible, after over half an hour had passed the children left the cemetery and joined up with some teenagers at a nearby apartment complex, they obviously knew one another, so I again called 911 and advised them that the children were no longer at the pond.

I seriously hope that this is not standard operation for our local police department. I would like to think that if my child were in danger that someone would make it a priority. I don’t see in the paper where we inundated with a crime wave or natural disaster Sunday, so I wonder what was given more priority then the life of a child.


Goodbye Shirley

Tonight we celebrated Sissy’s 18th birthday and said farewell to Shirley. She is moving out of state to be closer to her family, but the little family she left behind will miss her very much.

For the better part of 10 years Shirley has been my daughter's care giver.

She taught her to care for herself, to clean her room and do dishes and laundry; took her shopping and ran errands.

She taught Sissy old timey gospel songs, like “The Great Speckled Bird.”

She shared with me her love for our Saviour and allowed me to share mine without ever once judging me or telling me she thought I was wrong. In Shirley’s heart there is room for anyone to love Jesus.

Once when we went to a baptism, Shirley shared with me her belief that Sissy does not require baptism. “When her time comes, she will go straight to the arms of Jesus.” I completely agree.

Her’s is a small inner city nondenominational church. Sissy has attended Vacation Bible School there every year. The people at Shirley's church have been loving and accepting of Sissy, genuinely glad to have have her participate. Sissy will attend this year like always, with one major exception. Shirley will not be there.

Another local Church holds a musical service once a month, Shirley and Sissy always go. They have a number they do together that is so sweet.

Once the Pastor asked Sissy what song she would like to do next, she asked for “Achy Breaky Heart” and he sang it for her. Later he wrote Christian lyrics to the tune for her and she danced with him in the aisle. “Who says Baptists don’t dance?” He laughed afterward.
My heart broke for them tonight watch as Sissy sobbed in Shirley's arms, finally realizing that she was going and this time was not coming back.
Sissy goes to camp on Sunday and when she comes back someone new will be trying to fill the place Shirley has left, but it will never be the same.

Nothing I can do, no gift I can give, can ever repay this woman, who has loved my child as her own.

Good bye Shirley.