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messages
words when the
need arises
After twelve years in the
same location, we decided to move out of Vancouver.
Sounds odd to say we are
moving to the suburbs. We were in the suburbs and moved back into the
downtown core. Maybe we will miss the bustle of busy Vancouver, maybe
not. The sirens echoing through the night we have come accustomed to,
the drunks making their way home getting everything off their chest in
hollering rants along the way. The Olympics were a pure joy of the happy
crowds in the wee hours of the morning.
Now to a community with a
lake a few minutes walk from our home. The quiet of looking out on a
beautiful garden with the birds waking you up; having breakfast on our
patio with the fragrance of the spring blossoms below. This is just
another journey that we have decided to take in our lives at this time.
We have always been ready to take a new direction in our life path.
This move has been a hard one
for both of us, stress, sore backs and exhausting early nights, only
staying awake to watch the hockey playoffs, sometimes missing the last
twenty minutes.
Just want to say thanks to
all who offered and those who showed up and helped make the move easier.
Good friends are hard to come by, and we have some real gems.
Thanks Dear Friends.
Casey Douglas Adkins
May 14,1981 - December 28,
2009
A vibrant young man who
was tragically taken while building his life in such a positive way.
Jesus said ....
Many mansions, there are many mansions,
in my Father's house you'll always have a
place to go.
Many mansions, oh so many mansions,
and if that weren't true I'd never tell you
so.
I go now to prepare a place for you.
Wherever we may go after our brief visit here on Earth,
Casey is already there,
and it is a comfort to think we have
an advocate of such high respect,
perhaps saying a word for
us when we arrive there ourselves.
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Destined
Many years ago I met a boy at public school. I was twelve in grade
seven. He was one grade ahead of me and I had a terrible crush on
him. I truly believed he did not know I even existed and I watched
him from a distance for six months.
I
remember so clearly my feelings of empathy then. One day he arrived
at school around lunch all dressed up in a brown suede jacket and
black cord pants and looked so sad. Later I found out he had been to
his grandmother’s funeral. He never even told his teacher why he was
late and got a detention for not having a note.
Halloween came and a friend invited me to her party and I was sure
she had a crush on this boy as well. It was the first mixed party I
had ever gone to and I knew he would be there. I wore my best powder
blue Dalkeith sweater. We played Spotlight and he picked me to kiss.
I was floating on air. But then I had to get home for my curfew. A
neighbourhood boy said he would walk me home. I still recall our
eyes meeting as I left with the other boy and he watched me from the
girl’s porch. Our future was already decided even if I didn’t know
it.
My teenage crush was considered a bad boy by my parents. He was from
a broken home. He was tested at school to see if he just didn’t pay
attention, or didn’t apply himself. Turned out he was a smart kid
who just was not interested in what was being taught. I didn’t
understand why my parents did not like him, but when he started to
come to my house he always whistled instead of knocking on the door.
Much to the irritation of my dad. Yet my mom did feed him when he
looked hungry. That was just what people did in those days.
We started to go steady that year and had many laughs and lots of
fun as teenagers finding ourselves. At thirteen, on my backstairs,
he asked me to marry him, which we thought was funny at the time. He
went off to a different high school than me but we continued going
together. He had his interests, wrestling at Western Sports Center
and I had mine, ice skating at the old Forum, and yet we began to
grow as a couple.
When I reached seventeen we broke up, he going his way and me mine.
We still saw each other although he was seeing another girl and I
was seeing another guy. Even during that year we were never far from
each other’s thoughts.
Then my sister was about to be married. He was always her favourite
and believed he was meant for me. She made sure she asked him to be
in her wedding party as I was her bridesmaid. That night we got back
together for good.
This month we will celebrate our fiftieth wedding anniversary.
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| I received this on May 30th from that boy .... |
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Fifty years flashes past as fifty seconds.
I am blessed to have met you at such a young age and
to have had my destiny determined then.
Our spirits are linked inexorably.
We are truly soul mates.
If I am able to follow you to Heaven, where you will surely go,
my wish would be to relive with you, each of the seconds in those
fifty years as a complete day together.
That would be my Heaven.
Happy anniversary, Jane, you are my gold.
I love you always, Bob
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Nancy and Gary,
Just a heartfelt thanks to you
both for making our anniversary very special.
Your thoughtfulness has always
been there for us through the years, we just want you to know that we
love you both from the bottom of our hearts. The bottle of wine waiting
for us in our room, then the picture in the Sun on Saturday morning as
we enjoyed breakfast.
And many thanks for all the cards of
congratulations, dear friends. We felt so loved.
Jane and Bob
Happy Anniversary,
Well Bob, Happy 50th Anniversary,
so looking forward to our little holiday together. We have had a great
ride so far and hopefully the next year will bring us more adventures
and our plans will come true for our 51st. Love Jane
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Our special friend Anne
As it comes to two years since you left
us, I think of you often, our long conversations, laughs and those dinners
we shared. Your face always showed a smile and it lit up a room.
You were a compassionate woman who was
always there for your family and friends; nothing was too much trouble
when asked. Right to the end your sense of humour never faltered. You will
be remembered by many this month May 9th with much love and
affection.
Save a place for us dear Anne .....
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