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In Memoriam
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Author:  Journey [ Mon May 20, 2013 1:25 pm ]
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My grandmother recently passed away. She was 97. Learning to pray with her is one of my earliest memories. My mom was an only child, so when my parents became missionaries, all of her grandchildren moved overseas.

My small hands folded, held in yours.
"Now I Lay Me" and "Our Father"
Whispered together in the safety of your arms.

My small hands folded, your empty arms;
Silent tears fall unnoticed.
An ocean between us … alone …
We pray together:

“God bless the lost ones in their tribes,
for them we sacrifice our lives.

God bless all my family,
none of whom is here with me.

Don't let them die before they wake;
it would be more than I could take.

Forgive my sins, I know there are lots;
all the 'shoulds' and 'should have nots'.

Your kingdom come, but not today;
not while my family is so far away.

Thy will be done; I lay down mine.
I'm but a channel; all glory thine.”

Ancient hands folded, cool in mine.
You feel so small;
your bent frame tucked in my arms.
Our cheeks press together as we remember...
and continue the prayer begun so long ago.

Author:  Raz [ Mon May 20, 2013 2:49 pm ]
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Journey, that is so beautiful, and so heart-wrenchingly moving.

What a precious memory, of learning to pray with your grandmother.
As a grandmother myself I can imagine the pain of being separated from all my grandchildren ... almost intolerable.

Your family has endured a lifetime of separation ... multigenerational separation.

All for the sake of "The Cause".

Tears for you, dear Journey.

Author:  Catstiptoes [ Wed Jul 22, 2015 7:26 pm ]
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Raz wrote:
What did you think when your Mommy and Daddy dropped you off at school,
Got in the mission plane and flew home to the tribal village without you?
Throw away boy.

What did you think when you couldn’t see them for months on end,
And only got to speak with them once a week on the radio,
If they were standing by waiting to hear your lonely little voice?
Throw away boy.

What did you think when you could never seem to get everything right,
Always getting lectured at and spanked by that tall stern man
Who wasn’t your Dad, and wasn’t really even your uncle?
Throw away boy.

What did you think when you learned to shrink into the back row,
Keep quiet, be compliant, and never make a fuss, just try to survive?
Throw away boy.

What did you think when your parents were too busy, too dedicated or too broke
To attend any of your school activities, see you kick any goals or win any awards?
Throw away boy.

What did you think when your wife left you and took your children,
When you had run out of options and your emotional tank went from low to empty?
Throw away boy.

What did you think when you put that gun to your head,
All hope gone forever and nothing to live for?
Throw away boy.

How could you possibly know how many of us would now weep for you,
Our hearts aching over all the missed opportunities to show you
You were never, ever, ever
A throw away boy.

Heartbreaking reality.
Love from Catstiptoes (who played soccer with Aritao NTM kids numerous times)

Author:  Raz [ Fri Jul 24, 2015 1:18 pm ]
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Thank you, Catstiptoes.

Yes, those field days are happy memories for our family: when the MKs from Aritao and the MKs from Bagabag would get together for a soccer game or other sports.

It is heartbreaking to realize decades later that some of the happy faces were hiding sad and frightened hearts.

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