John Walter (Jack) Stewart
March 1, 1922 - April 10, 2002
who was also a pall bearer for dad's funeral.
Today is my birthday
Celebrate my life with you
And remember the good times
Not the bad and do not be sad;
Look up towards the sun
And catch every ray of light upon your cheek.
For I am there with you.
Today is my birthday
Be happy for me
I lived short, but full
I had the pleasure of love
And the joy of my family.
Do not be sad
Look up towards the stars
And catch each twinkle in your heart.
For I am there with you
Today is my birthday
My legacy is not wealth or mighty belongings,
My legacy is you and your life.
Spend it wisely and carefully
Guard it always
Do not be sad
Feel the wind on your face and in your hair
And know that I loved you
For I am there with you in your laughter
And in your hearts.
Today is my birthday
Learn to live again without me,
Take my strength with you
For you are not alone.
Do not be sad
Feel the rain on your face
Feel all life's treasures and
Know that you are alive!
At each step of the way I will help you
For I am with you always
Until we meet again.
Today is my birthday...
~ Author Unknown
It was a great party!
He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he had fought in
And the deeds that he had done.
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And tho', sometimes, to his neighbors,
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened,
For they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Jack has passed away.
The world's a little poorer,
For a Soldier died today.
No, he won't be mourned by many,
Just his children, and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
Quietly going on his way;
And the world won't note his passing;
Tho' a Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers publish their life stories,
From the time that they were young.
But the passing of a soldier,
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution,
To the welfare of our land
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow,
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country
And offers up his life?
And the style in which he lives,
Are sometimes disproportionate
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension small.
It's so easy to forget them,
For it's oh so long ago,
That our Joe's and Johnny's,
went to battle, but ah we know.
It was not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom,
That our Country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?
Who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin, and Country,
Who will fight until the end?
He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us,
We may need his like again.
For when Countries are in conflict,
Then we find the Soldier's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor,
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.
Maybe just a simple headline
In the paper that might say ~
OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY.
~ Author Unknown
When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark on who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me, and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost.
~Frederick Buechner
Are there birthdays in Heaven?
Does the angel blow his horn?
Announcing to everybody
That this is the day you were born?
Can the stars be your balloons
And angel food your cake?
Presents wrapped in moonbeams
All the angels helped to make.
Birthdays meant so much to you
They were always a big deal
Birthday presents, lots of friends
And perhaps a special meal.
So I'll whisper a little prayer today
Asking everyone up above
To sing you a Happy Birthday song
And give you all my love.
~ Author Unknown
are gifts from my dear friend Pammi.
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What a wonderful man your Dad was, you must be very proud of him.
Now he is watching over you all.
UNTIL YOU ALL MEET AGAIN
GOD BLESS
Sue-Anne/LEE
