I will miss you

On Sunday a dear friend of mine passed away.  Today I say good bye to her.

Her name was Adriana Valks and she was my friend Beatrice's mom.

I don't know the exact day I met this wonderful lady, but I think it was around the first time I went to Kathy's weekend back in 2009.  Speaking of Kathy, Adriana taught her how to stitch :)

Adriana was 97 years old when she left us.

Here are some pictures I have of this amazing lady, doing what I will always remember her doing, and that is stitching

Back in 2010, Ann of Knowledge and Needles held an open house to display some of the many pieces of artwork she stitched.  Here are some of them

Adriana, I will miss you dearly.

Remembrance Day

Again this year, today's post is a tribute to our fallen soldiers.  I WILL REMEMBER

Source: Timeanddate.com

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

Remember

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In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

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Remembrance Day: Lest we forget

Again this year, today's post is a tribute to our fallen soldiers.  I WILL REMEMBER

Tom Hanson/The Canadian Press

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

A Memory

Grandmother

If There Are Roses In Heaven

Will You Send One Just For Me

So I Can Hold It Close To My Heart

Where You Will Always Be

I Will Lay It On My Pillow Each Night

As The Angels Tuck Me In

I Will Know That You Are Near Me

And Feel Your Presence Once Again

I Am Thankful For All The Years

You Were There To Help Me Through

I Will Always Remember “My Precious Grandmother”

Whose Love Was Honest And True!

In Loving Memory Of Muriel Blackbourn

Who Received Her Angel Wings - January 11, 2010

Lest we forget

Today, I think the only appropriate post is one about our fallen soldiers.

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.