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Monday, January 5, 2009, 09:29 AM ( 3 views )  - Posted by Heidi
This Holiday season my family and I had an opportunity to visit with the Presgrove family of Jackson Tennessee. It was perhaps a pilgrimage seeking understanding. This family was also affected by the Rhino when Grant Presgrove who was a passenger on one suffered severe leg injuries less than one month after J.T. was killed. Grant’s loving family invited us into there home and lives, complete strangers bonded by the same tragedy. The aftershock that this accident has had on the Presgrove family continues to mount yet they find a way to speak out and fight against the instability and miss design of the Yamaha Rhino, making the bond I feel with them even stronger. Each and every person I have met along this journey has given me strength and hope that change is possible with all of us fighting together for one purpose…To save lives.


Thursday, December 25, 2008, 05:42 PM ( 7 views )  - Posted by Heidi
Christmas From The Heart


by Judy Burnette



I heard your voice in the wind today
and I turned to see your face;
The warmth of the wind caressed me
as I stood silently in place.

I felt your touch in the sun today
as its warmth filled the sky;
I closed my eyes for your embrace
and my spirit soared high.

I saw your eyes in the window pane
as I watched the falling rain;
It seemed as each raindrop fell
it quietly said your name.

I held you close in my heart today
it made me feel complete;
You may have died...but you are not gone
you will always be a part of me.

As long as the sun shines...
the wind blows...
the rain falls...
You will live on inside of me forever
for that is all my heart knows.


Monday, December 15, 2008, 09:07 AM ( 6 views )  - Posted by Heidi
The Lord came to me like a dream one day and asked, why do you sorrow
I answered, Lord my life is so full of pain, I can’t face one more tomorrow.

The Lord sat down beside me, and gently took my hand.
He said, Let me explain to you and then you’ll understand.

Each sorrow is a stepping stone you must surmount each day,
And every stepping stone you climb is a sorrow that’s passed away.

The road of life is a mountainside, with crevices in which to be caught,
But as you struggle on your way, I, the Rock, will lend support.

Every stepping stone you climb, makes spirit and heart grow strong.
Exercising character and faith this road seems painful and long.

The way is paved with stepping stones, to uplift your heart and soul,
Though difficult they aid your way, to a City paved with gold.

I know that you are tired, for I too have walked this way,
My sorrows did they multiply, but I cleared the stones away.

I left my rock to lift you up, I left behind my story.
To give you strength to make your climb, to that special place in glory.

And never fear, the Rock is here, You’ll never climb alone
Surmount life’s sorrows, continue on, For they are but stepping stones.

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Friday, December 12, 2008, 09:28 AM ( 5 views )  - Posted by Heidi
Love isn’t always a butterflies in your stomach, abandoned all logic feeling of angst. The older I get, and perhaps just a little wiser, I have discovered that love doesn’t come at you with a feeling of uneasiness. It can be as simple as a conversation with someone in a red hat leaning on a fence on a warm spring night. A person you haven’t talk to in months and what your saying isn’t what you want to say but you can see in their eyes that they know and understand. Love holds your hand and supports you when the world says your wrong but you just know you’re right. It doesn’t end just because you cant see or hear it, it sticks with you when it shouldn’t, gives a little more than it should and helps dry your tears. I no longer believe that love has to tie you up in knots, I now know that it’s purpose is to gently untangle you with comfort and a sigh of relief.


Tell me who admires you and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.
- Charles Augustin Sainte-Beauve



Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate;only love can do that. - Martin Luther King



A loving heart is the truest wisdom. - Charles Dickens


Wednesday, December 10, 2008, 11:03 AM ( 5 views )  - Posted by Heidi
I know, I know I have heard, read, and been told that everyone grieves differently. People all experiencing the same loss can move away from the pain and toward acceptance more swiftly than others and each one of us find a place for this tremendous loss in our own time. Sounds great in theory but as Christmas approaches and I am in the thick of grief I am finding it infuriating. Everyone around me seems to have this attitude of getting back to normal, moving forward or just getting on with it. I keep asking myself, in an effort to follow suit, what normal was and what it would take to get back there? For me normal was starting my Christmas shopping in November, counting presents to make sure each child had the same number, done in an effort to avoid another feud. Wrapping packages for days and sending Jeremy to get batteries at 11 o’clock on Christmas Eve. Baking cookies with my Three Amigos special for St. Nick and begging them to go to sleep so Santa wouldn’t skip our house. Waking up at 6 to screams of delight and watching there expressions as wrapping paper covered the floor like confetti. The joy, the laughter…the Holiday. That normal can never be achieved for me again. Just the site of a Christmas tree in the mall brings me instantly to tears, I shop for yard art for my Son’s memorial classroom instead of a new bike or the exact Xbox game on the scribbled letter to Santa. I hurt, I feel angry and as much as I want my normal it’s unobtainable and as everyone finds their new normal I still struggle with a lonely longing for my old one.


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