I dedicate this post to my brother...Isaac.
On this same day, September 28th, two years ago, he went home to be with the Lord.
A motorcycle accident claimed his precious life and tore him away so suddenly.
August 25th, 1975-September 28th, 2007
32 wonderful years.
We miss him terribly.
His smile, sense of humor, his love of life, loyalty to God, unwavering devotion...
All these things and many more help to paint a fuller picture of who this great man was.
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In our home, there hangs a very special picture in the dining room.
He was twenty, vibrant, and full of life.
I remember when our family got that picture. I was about 6 years old.
We opened the package. I saw the photograph, and beamed with happiness.
There he sat. My red-headed hero. In his green Army uniform, half-smiling at me.
Sitting in front of that beautiful American flag.
My heart spilled over with all kinds of pride, the good kind.
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Through the years, that picture has held an important spot on the wall, the very top.
Every time I see it, I go back to that moment so many years ago.
The day that a 6-year-old little girl caught her first glimpse of her hero Isaac...servant of his God, family and country, in his uniform.
The first day she knew the excitement of patriotism.
Though this little girl has since grown into a young woman, she still gets a rush of healthy pride whenever she studies the face of the young man in that picture.
Those eyes which held such love for his family, his friends, his God...for her.
Her breath catches.
She lifts a silent, heartfelt prayer to the God who made that amazing brother.
Thanks Him for the wonderful years He gave her with him.
And looks forward to meeting him on that beautiful shore.
She loves him still.
~Anna Grace
On this same day, September 28th, two years ago, he went home to be with the Lord.
A motorcycle accident claimed his precious life and tore him away so suddenly.
August 25th, 1975-September 28th, 2007
32 wonderful years.
We miss him terribly.
His smile, sense of humor, his love of life, loyalty to God, unwavering devotion...
All these things and many more help to paint a fuller picture of who this great man was.
**********************************
In our home, there hangs a very special picture in the dining room.
He was twenty, vibrant, and full of life.
I remember when our family got that picture. I was about 6 years old.
We opened the package. I saw the photograph, and beamed with happiness.
There he sat. My red-headed hero. In his green Army uniform, half-smiling at me.
Sitting in front of that beautiful American flag.
My heart spilled over with all kinds of pride, the good kind.
*************************************
Through the years, that picture has held an important spot on the wall, the very top.
Every time I see it, I go back to that moment so many years ago.
The day that a 6-year-old little girl caught her first glimpse of her hero Isaac...servant of his God, family and country, in his uniform.
The first day she knew the excitement of patriotism.
Though this little girl has since grown into a young woman, she still gets a rush of healthy pride whenever she studies the face of the young man in that picture.
Those eyes which held such love for his family, his friends, his God...for her.
Her breath catches.
She lifts a silent, heartfelt prayer to the God who made that amazing brother.
Thanks Him for the wonderful years He gave her with him.
And looks forward to meeting him on that beautiful shore.
She loves him still.
~Anna Grace
