Death may not be what you think it is.
I’ve died three times now. Twice, in the first impact of a serious accident, when my life stopped and seemed to flash before me, and once, on this day, five years ago. Physically, I’m still here, but emotionally & mentally, some part of me is gone now. It’s as if I live in this world and the future world at the same time.
That first night, Beth and I didn’t get any sleep. The pain was so great that as I stared at the wall beside my bed, the seconds seem to hang in the darkness; I could count each one. For years afterwords, the pain and sense of loss was always with me, coloring everything I felt and thought. I would start abruptly sometimes, having realized that I had lived for an entire hour without thinking of the son who was gone. In the last year or two, that pain has faded, leaving something deep and in the shadows, as if an enormous depression were imprinted on my soul, like a shallow valley among the mountains. I suppose it will always be there, until I am gone, too.
“Now he is not God of the dead, but of the living, for all live to him.” Jesus the Christ, Whose tomb lies empty… Luke 20:38
This is our hope, today and every day. If God Himself declares that Andrew lives, who are we (or you) to say otherwise?
Our daughter Sarah sent this heartfelt note the other day. If you know of someone who could help her, please log in and make a comment, or write to her at Sarah (at) 10thGen.org. [Replace the ” (a) “with “@” to get the correct e-mail.]
I am moving from Lookout Mountain on 6/12 to an apartment complex, and CANNOT take my dog with me.
Huckleberry is half Chocolate Lab, and half Sneaky Neighbor Dog. He is 16 months old (1 year, 4 months). He is not fixed or had any shots. He has never met a person or other dog that he didn’t like – he is VERY friendly and has lots of energy. He may not be a good fit for a family with small children. He is semi trained (come, sit, lie down, No, etc…).
He comes with a full bag of dogfood, a brush, some shampoo, a repaired leash, a choke collar, 10 feet of chain, and even a doghouse if you are willing to transport it.
I just posted an add on craigslist in the pet section, but I have already been looking for someone for two weeks now and have not been able to find anyone willing to take him. I REALLY don’t want to have to take him to an animal shelter, he’s a great dog and I really wish I didn’t have to get rid of him. Can anyone help me?
More pictures below the fold… Continue reading “Help this puppy!”
Today, Memorial Day 2010, I went to a service by myself for the first time. For many years Mom & Dad went to the local Grove Hill Cemetery, where the the local VFW always sponsors a service, and I have gone a few times with them. For whatever reason neither went today, so I went alone. The weather was perfect, it didn’t rain, and I saw Continue reading “War & memory”
“No, my left hand isn’t dangling by a thread after massive loss of blood yesterday as a result of …” That would be my answer to my brother, who had called from Calif. this morning very concerned by an e-mail he had gotten yesterday from Mom. She didn’t send it to me; I haven’t seen it; something about serious injury to my whole hand…
Remember when your mother told you to stop running around the house in your slippers because you would bust your head wide open? (You were 4 at the time; you may not remember.) I forgot; was just doing Continue reading “Slippers- their name says it…”
If they made these for humans, I would seriously think about getting one.
(Helen, our niece in England, and her hamster…)
That’s what I said. In this Popular Science article, the brief explanation is that it’s pure silicon dioxide (sand) in a layer only atoms thick, and it’s properties are nothing short of miraculous. One example: spray it on the inside of a sink and for the next year you don’t have to clean it– dirt can’t stick and just slides off.
Beth, O Great Dirty Kitty Continue reading “Spray-on Liquid Glass”
Due to not-so-gentle proddings by a certain family member, I’m finally going to post about William Roscoe Hartman, II, affectionately known as Will. I was present for his birth on Dec. 19th, which was a great privilege. The birth story and pictures are in our January, 2010 newsletter. If anyone reads this who didn’t get one, let me know. Continue reading “Enjoying the next generation”
A terrible earthquake, apparently building up pressure over hundreds of years, has practically destroyed the capital city of Haiti. Over 200,000 people, some having died in agony after hours under the rubble, have been dumped in mass graves because there simply wasn’t time to bury them properly. Many more are terribly injured or suffering from the deepest poverty, because they have nothing left, and they are in line with thousands of others who have nothing left. But… as my daughter recently commented, this just doesn’t seem fair. Haiti always seems to get the short end of the stick; they have been in poverty for centuries, and are Continue reading “Voo…”
(No this isn’t the one with baby pictures– patience, patience… 🙂 )
From this Wall Street Journal article:
“Inventions have long since reached their limit, and I see no hope for further developments…” Julius Sextus Frontinus, a Roman engineer writing in 10 A.D.
“The Americans have need of the telephone, but we do not. We have plenty of Continue reading “Predictions from the Past”
Sounds like the beginning of some boring archduke’s bio, doesn’t it? Nay… most definitely not. Instead of being departed, this person is about to arrive! There will be more on that (much more), but for now, check out one of the many unintended consequences of said immanent arrival in the form of this list on my dear oldest daughter’s blog. She is, don’t you see, involved Continue reading “William Roscoe Hartman II of Georgia”