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Quote from: islander on November 22, 2013, 11:27:42 AM
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This word, which shan’t be uttered twice, is a transliteration of a word coined by Greek author Aristophanes in his comic play Assemblywomen.  Containing 171 letters, it is the longest word appearing in literature and refers to a fictional dish; the word quite literally is just the smooshing together of the 17 ingredients contained within (including sharks, pigeons, honey, and various unappetizing animal parts).  Don’t expect to see this listed on any menu, as there surely wouldn’t be enough room to list anything else.

Holy moly guacamole! 

Quote from: islander on November 22, 2013, 11:27:19 AM
yeah.  you'll grade your students for correct spelling and not for diagnosing correctly.

bwahahaha! i already know one student will say, "This is a JOKE right, doc? you've got to be kidding me.."

  AHAHAHAHA!

LOL. black and white again. Black si binay kai arang ka itoma. white kai puti man ang color sa bag.

   

ahahaha! aw, pwede ni i use sa examples sa medical term class.

Bwahahaha! di lagi na Porsche, kuan na Porsaleta !       

puro sa bisikleta !

ehehehe! wow!

Dressed in his black monk`s robe, he stood at the front of the hall, listening to stories of babies delivered long ago and blessing everyone. It took an hour and a half. The sweat was pouring off him by the end and the church was nearly empty.

He looked pale as he sat and a volunteer came up to him. ``How about a sandwich, Father?`` she said.

``I`d like about four sandwiches,`` he said.

``You need a vacation,`` she said.

``Tell the abbot,`` the newest priest said, biting into his first sandwich.


http://articles.sun-sentinel.com/1986-05-29/features/8602010910_1_monk-new-priest-roman-catholic-priest

The Rev. Declan Cunniff, his mentor, said the new priest did ``fine.`` Young priests sometimes showboat a little their first time, Father Declan said, but Father Paul played it straight. He kept the homily short and formal, suggesting people call on the Holy Spirit as often as the Father and the Son.

There were pastries, sandwiches, wine and two kinds of punch at the church reception. Hundreds attended. Mickey Alger, who worked as a nurse with him, flew in specially from Cape Cod. She said he was always a gentleman as a physician, and it was a privilege to attend his first Mass.

His sons -- Paul and James, both lawyers -- remembered the day five years ago, watching the late news with him. ``He said `Boys, I have something to tell you,` `` James recalled. While they were not exactly expecting their father to say he was going to a monastery, they were not shocked.

In 1929, he graduated from the prep school affiliated with the abbey. Most of his life, he attended church daily. When he stayed overnight at the hospital, the nurses gave him a 6 a.m. wake-up call for Mass. He was the gynecologist for many of the diocese`s nuns.

He was known for never missing a meal and loving a joke, particularly one of his own. This appears to be true still. Talking with a reporter, the abbot tried to stress the shortage of monks and the need for more to make the commitment. ``I don`t think you should call it a second career,`` Abbot Melvin said. ``It`s a relationship where you`ve fallen in love with God. But don`t call it a second career.``

``Call me anything,`` Father Paul put in, ``just don`t call me late for supper.``

He did all his assigned chores, running the infirmary, sorting mail and ironing the altar cloths. ``In this abbey,`` Abbot Melvin said, ``people work their behinds off.``

Those looking for deep explanations for his joining the monastery were disappointed. Usually Flanagan told people, ``It didn`t seem like a big step.`` Or if they seem to need something else, he says, ``You learn more about God.`` He was never a gabby physician and he is not a gabby monk.

As for monastic life, he said, ``I`m not crazy about getting up at quarter after 5, but that`s the deal.``

When the abbot felt it was time, the monk`s two sons invited those who knew him as a doctor to watch him become a priest. When asked how he felt, Brother Paul said, ``I`m a little bit excited, probably.``

For two weeks he had traveled to St. Joseph`s and practiced in an empty church. On May 17, his 74th birthday, he was ordained. He remembered his deceased wife in his prayers and everything was going well, until he gave his first priestly blessing, to his baby grandson, William James. By the time he was back at the altar, the new priest had stopped crying.

Pentecost Sunday, at his first mass, he was easy to spot, a head shorter than all the priests and monsignors who came to honor him.

``You have to be a monk first,`` Abbot Melvin Valvano said.

``That`s OK,`` Flanagan said.

Because of Flanagan`s 40 years as a physician, the abbot waived the usual psychiatric screening for candidates, but even so, the abbot warned, it takes years to be a priest.

The doctor -- 68 at the time -- said he understood. ``They don`t want to get some screwball who walks around like this all the time,`` he said, looking upward and holding his hands like the monks do on the late-night movies. ``Those guys don`t make good priests.``

The doctor proved to be an obedient monk, Abbot Melvin said. He took the name Paul, and at the four prayer services each day, Abbot Melvin could often hear Brother Paul`s deep voice above the rest. His good humor was valued. When Brother Paul read the newspaper comics, the other monks gathered to watch. They liked the idea of a monk who so easily laughed out loud.

The new monk did not mind the grand silences that started in the evening, and continued to breakfast. He liked that the monks unplugged the telephone at night -- he had spent a lifetime being roused from bed to deliver babies.

O`Brien feels particular fondness for the new priest. He delivered Marty and her five other children.

``He delivered all four of my children,`` said Stella Caggiano, who waited half an hour to be blessed. ``I have two sisters, and he delivered all eight of their children.``

When Bess Zois finally got to the front of the line, she said: ``My baby`s going to be 26 in November. You delivered my last one.`` Then she bent down slightly and kissed the smallest priest at St. Joseph`s -- 74-year-old Father Paul, formerly James Flanagan, M.D. -- near the top of his head.

Five years ago, with 5,000 babies to his credit, Flanagan, walked into Newark Abbey, a Benedictine monastery in the heart of the inner city, and said to the abbot, ``I want to be a priest.``

MAPLEWOOD, N.J. -- When a new Roman Catholic priest celebrates his first Mass, there is great excitement in a church, and, afterward, for good luck, people line up to get a special blessing from him.

As the line formed at St. Joseph`s here the other day, Midge O`Brien looked at her youngest, 9-year-old Marty, who was running in church. ``Go get in line,`` she said. ``You can use a blessing.``

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reference:

http://www.epicreads.com/blog/16-extremely-romantic-quotes-you-should-say-to-your-love/

Quote from: Lorenzo on November 21, 2013, 04:03:35 PM
“Sometimes I can’t see myself when I’m with you. I can only just see you.”

that's not good. this is now borderline obsession. don't get too lost in the clouds, not good. maintain logical sense of reality.

“Sometimes I can’t see myself when I’m with you. I can only just see you.”

“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

Quote from: Lorenzo on November 21, 2013, 04:01:09 PM
“I love you the way a drowning man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little.”

hmmm, i don't like the desperation comparison. one will survive after a loss.

“I love you the way a drowning man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little.”

Quote from: Lorenzo on November 21, 2013, 03:59:17 PM
“It’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.”

no ! no ! its a 50 - 50 relationship. Not a 70- 30, 20 - 80. Its all about 50 - 50. it takes two to tango, baby...

“It’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.”

Quote from: Lorenzo on November 21, 2013, 03:57:59 PM
“And in her smile I see something more beautiful than the stars.”

hah. i guess...

“And in her smile I see something more beautiful than the stars.”

Quote from: Lorenzo on November 21, 2013, 03:56:58 PM
“I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.”

Yea, until the next best thing comes to my life.

“I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.”

Quote from: Lorenzo on November 21, 2013, 03:55:49 PM
“No matter what has happened. No matter what you’ve done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it.”

Well, to an extent. But if you cheat, its game over, baby.

“No matter what has happened. No matter what you’ve done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it.”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfZ8aUutHNE#ws

he he he, pwede mag dance pod?

nice beat, meyn.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bssVzEXy80g#ws

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1ZMHV7adnE#ws

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEdyRGXyYpk#ws

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-BXNXvTvV4#ws

tita, thanks for posting pictures, stories of the animals here. there's always a sense of home here in tb that facebook fails to deliver. ehehe.

i'll continue to read.

Quote from: islander on November 13, 2013, 01:42:30 PM
There Is No Catholic God


"And I believe in God, not in a Catholic God, there is no Catholic God, there is God and I believe in Jesus Christ, his incarnation. Jesus is my teacher and my pastor, but God, the Father, Abba, is the light and the Creator. This is my Being."

Profundi sermonis! Pensus Il Papa!

LOL! ha ha ha ha

beautiful...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiesU37lsh0#ws

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXVX2ZMq2YQ#ws

This is a beautiful prayer!




Heavenly father, through the obedience of Jesus, Who offered His Life in the service of all, help me with Your Kindness. Make me strong through the Eucharist. May I put into action the saving Mystery I celebrate in the Mass. Protect me with Your Love and prepare me for eternal happiness.

My failure to be true even to my own accepted standards:
O Lord, forgive!

"My self-deception in the face of temptation: O Lord, forgive!
My choosing of the worse when I knew the better:
O Lord forgive!

My failure to apply to myself the standards of conduct that I demand of others;
Lord forgive!

My blindness to the suffering of others and my slowness to be taught by my own:
O Lord, forgive!

My complacence toward wrongs that do not touch my won case and my over sensitiveness to those that do:
O Lord, forgive!

My slowness to see the good in my fellows and to see the evil in myself:
O Lord forgive!

My hardness of heart toward my neighbor's faults and my readiness to make allowance for my own:
O Lord for give!

My unwillingness to believe that You have called me to a small work and my brother to a great one:
O Lord, forgive!

Amen.

Blessed and praised forevermore be Jesus Who hath saved us by His Precious Blood!
Eternal Father, I offer Thee the merits of the Most Precious Blood of Jesus, Thy Beloved Son and my Divine Redeemer, for all my wants, spiritual and temporal, for the Holy Souls in Purgatory, and particularly for those most forgotten, the Souls of priests, and for those who in their lifetime were most devoted to this Price of our Redemption, and to the Sorrows and pains of our dear Mother, Most Holy Mary.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

Amen.

Blessed and praised forevermore be Jesus Who hath saved us by His Precious Blood!

Blessed and praised forevermore be Jesus Who hath saved us by His Precious Blood!
Eternal Father, I offer Thee the merits of the Most Precious Blood of Jesus, Thy Beloved Son and my Divine Redeemer, for all those who are lovers of the Treasure of His Blood, and for all those who join with me in adoring and honoring It, and for all those who try to spread devotion to it.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen.

Blessed and praised forevermore be Jesus Who hath saved us by His Precious Blood!
Eternal Father, I offer Thee the merits of the Most Precious Blood of Jesus, Thy Beloved Son and my Redeemer, for all those who shall this day pass to another life, that Thou mayest preserve them from the pains of Hell and admit them the more readily to the possession of Thy glory.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

Amen.

Blessed and praised forevermore be Jesus Who hath saved us by His Precious Blood!
Eternal Father, we offer Thee the merits of the Most Precious Blood of Jesus, Thy Beloved Son and my Divine Redeemer, for all my relations, friends and enemies, for the poor, the sick, and those in tribulation, and for all those for whom Thou willest I should pray, or knowest that I ought to pray.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

Amen.

Blessed and praised forevermore be Jesus Who hath saved us by His Precious Blood!
Eternal Father, I offer Thee the merits of the Most Precious Blood of Jesus, Thy Beloved Son and my Divine Redeemer, for the peace and concord of nations, for the conversion of the enemies of our holy Faith, and for the happiness of all Christian people.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

Amen.

Eternal Father, I offer Thee the merits of the Most Precious Blood of Jesus, Thy Beloved Son and my Divine Redeemer, for the propagation and exaltation of my dear Mother the Holy Church, for the safety and prosperity of her visible Head, the Holy Roman Pontiff, for the cardinals, bishops, and pastors of souls, and for all the ministers of the sanctuary.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

Amen.

Lord, I come to offer You my will. I live these years when it is being forged. I want to offer it to You, so that You make it all Yours. Save it from the diseases which threaten it.

By the grace of Your Spirit, make my will strong, not afraid of obstacles, persevering, not giving up because of stumbles, aiming at horizons higher and wider than my immediate needs, capable of making sacrifices to build a more vibrant future.

Give me a will which is strong but not obstinate, willing to listen to voices of calm and experience, not presumptuous, but conscious of my limitations, not arrogant, choosing not to belittle those less fortunate than me, not selfish, willing to assist those in need of help.

Help me to understand that it is in doing small things that a great will is forged, in doing humble things that a noble will gets its wings, in doing routine duties well that I prepare myself for heroic deeds.
Be at my side, Lord, to lift me up, and push me forward, when the going gets rough, and I am bone­weary, when I don't want to get up after so many falls, when I don't feel like doing anything to get myself out of the dumps.

Help me say with You: "Not my will, Father, but Yours be done!" Help me conquer myself, before I am to conquer the world, and to be master of myself, before I am to lead others.

Amen.

Lord, sometimes I have a hard time finding something to pray about, yet the reasons to give You thanks are not lacking. Aren't there young people whose life's wish is found in these words: "God, I wish I could see!" or "Lord, I wish I could hear!"

Yet, Lord, I who see, hear, speak with such ease, often forget to thank You for these gifts which I take for granted.

Today, I thank You for my eyes which see light, colors, and the faces of those who love me.
I thank You for my hearing which allows me to enjoy people's voice and music.
I thank You for my voice which allows me to express my thoughts and innermost feelings.
I thank You also for the sense of smell, and the sense of touch.
Lord, You have given me the senses. I now offer them back to You.
Help me to use my senses sensibly, to see your beauty in the beauty of human faces and bodies, of flowers and rainbows, of nature and art; to use my eyes to read what will enrich my mind, ennoble my soul; to use my ears to listen to your Word and to what philosophers and scientists have to say about the mysteries of man, of the universe, of creation, so that I may better understand myself, others, and You, the Creator of all things seen and unseen, known and unknowable; about the past and the present, so that I may better understand myself, others, and You; to use my voice to proclaim the truth and to spread the joy around me.

Amen.

Absolve, we beseech Thee, O Lord,
the soul of Thy servant N...,
from every bond of sin,
that being raised in the glory of the resurrection,
he may be refreshed among the Saints and Elect.
Through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Let folly praise what fancy loves, I praise and loves that Child
Whose heart no thought, whose tongue no word, whose hand
no deed defiled.

I praise him most, I love him best, all praise and love is his,
While him I love, in him I live, and cannot live amiss.
Love’s sweetest mark, laud’s highest theme, man’s most desired light,
To love him life, to leave him death, to live in him delight.
He mine by gift, I his by debt, thus each to other due,
First friend he was, best friend he is, all times will try him true.
Though young, yet wise; though small, yet strong; though man,
yet God he is:

As wise he knows; as strong he can; as God he loves to bliss.
His knowledge rules; his strength defends; his love doth cherish all;
His birth our Joy; his life out light; his death our end of thrall.
Alas, he weeps, he sighs, he pants, yet do his Angels sing;
Out of his tears, his sighs and throbs, doth bud a joyful spring.
Almighty babe, whose tender arms can force all foes to fly,
Correct my faults, protect my life, direct me when I die.

â€"St. Robert Southwell

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days:
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine way
Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbed pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat â€" and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feetâ€"
“All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.”


â€"Francis Thompson

you know , tita, couple of years back - say 2 or 3 years - i really wanted to be married by 30. but now , i don't feel the urge to be married at said age. the way i see it, if one is concerned and preoccupied about another person, one looses a sense of self and forgets to care for one's own self. so i'm doing just that; catching up on what i lost in the 'interim years' haha!

ingon ahong amiga, " don't look for love, let it come to you "

if not, okey lang pod.

i'm open to whatever God's plan is for me in my life.

he's the captain of my soul. so..whatever He wills..He wills...

Quote from: hubag bohol on November 03, 2013, 09:10:03 AM
Gawas sa gidak-on sa ulo, naa puy problema sa gitas-on. Aw, di lang ilahos og lubong, kuhit-kuhit lang...

bwahahaha!

Quote from: insurectus on November 03, 2013, 12:05:16 AM
mo stretch manang ilaha unless parehas kadak-a ulo sa bata aguroy

ahihihihi! aw kuawa pod da!

once a crocodile, always a crocodile diay. ay. ka uwaw lang ba. it just disgusts me to hear this man discuss philosophy and political correctness when all the while people in bohol, leyte, samar, negros and iloilo are suffering from these disasters. for f***'s sake, as if these guys have no shame at all.

guilty man jud ni sila. murag wa gi dutlan ba. 

going into this field, one has to sacrifice a lot of time. my twenties have rushed by, most of it was spent in labs, classrooms, hospitals, seminars. the solace a doctor gets is in seeing the eyes of one's patients, seeing the relief they get when we give treatment to their malady. the smile of a young child after i bandage his arms, or to hear the laughter of an elderly patient after spending some minutes to check up on them..is reward alone.

in a way, i see a semblance of a priest and a physician. the priest cares for the soul of man, whereas the physician cares for the body of man.

i find satisfaction in this. the rewards outweighs the sacrifices.

i for one would like to see new blood in politics. not those who are part of the established oligarchy over there yonder in manila. sadly votes can be purchased. it is unfortunate that many of our countrymen have short term memory.

indeed. i mean, he was a big shot during marcos's years. now , many years after his cousin has been dead and cold, still he is in politics. pag retire na lang diha nong. gi samoksamokan na lang kami nimo.

Quote from: islander on November 20, 2013, 09:55:41 PM

beautiful eyes

Quote from: islander on November 21, 2013, 10:16:08 AM
‘Enrile unseen hand in pork scam’

Senator tagged in report to Morales

By Nancy C. Carvajal
Philippine Daily Inquirer
Thursday, November 21st, 2013
 

INQUIRER FILE PHOTO

An investigative team of the Office of the Ombudsman has named Senate Minority Leader Juan Ponce Enrile as the mastermind of the alleged P10-billion pork barrel scamâ€"not businesswoman Janet Lim-Napoles, according to official documents obtained by Inquirer.

the oldest crocodile in the block. go retire dude. ambisyosong jawa! 

I've been catching up with some of my old college friends, and high school friends vis-a-vis facebook this week. Its just so darn crazy to see so many of my friends now either engaged or married and have kids. Wowzers. One of my friends from high school asked me, "so are you getting married soon or what, or are you too busy with life as a doctor?"

Haha, i said to her, "when the right one comes along".

Its true, one cannot just marry anyone. One has to make sure she will be good for him, and will complement him.

 God of mercy, you know the secrets of all human hearts, for you know who is just and you forgive the repentant sinner. Hear my prayer in the midst of destruction; give me patience and hope, so that under your protection and with you as my guide, I may one day be reunited with my family and friends in peace, tranquility, and love. Grant this through Christ our Lord.

 I genuflect before You Honorable Jesus, Respecting Your Will, Plan and Judgment! You overcame earthly evil temptations, Maintaining Self-respect to the end. Jesus, You are my code of conduct; I strive to comply with Your precepts. Teach me all I need to know about respect, Its mastery being my long-term objective. May this include learning to listen, Allowing others to share their opinions. May my respect towards other humans Truly reflect Your love towards all!

 Jesus, magnificent Fountain of hope, In times of happiness and despair, You are the motivation of my heart, My hope of greater things to come. My consciousness is obsessed with You; I hunger for the day we will meet, When my longing will become a reality. Transmit to my soul daily reminders To always hope for greater things. For without hope, life is futile. Hope is a spiritual pillar of faith, Containing many rewards of its own!

 Compassionate and merciful Jesus, My heart longs for Your perfection. Not only do You share in my sufferings, You have voluntarily accepted them. Your proficiency at perceiving my soul Is compared to reading large fonts in a book: Nothing is hidden from Your panorama! Your merciful nature knows my intentions. Considering my continuous weaknesses, You are dedicated to the cause of my salvation. Jesus, You are most kind and forgiving: You are the proven Lord of compassion!

Father in Heaven,
the light of your truth bestows sight
to the darkness of sinful eyes.
May this season of repentance
bring us the blessing of Your forgiveness
and the gift of Your light.
Grant this through Christ our Lord.

O DIVINE Lord, how shall I dare to approach you, I who have so often offended you? No, Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof; but speak only the word and my soul shall be healed.

 My dear Redeemer, it is not from custom or human respect that I come to receive Thee; but it is solely to love and be united to Thee, to live by Thee and for Thee, to be delivered from my miseries, to clothe myself with Thy virtues, to strengthen myself against my enemies; it is to ask from Thee the exaltation of the Church, Thy beloved spouse, the conversion of sinners, perseverance for the just, and deliverance for the poor souls in Purgatory. Purify more and more my intentions, rectify them, O my Jesus, render them conformable to Thee; this is my sole desire.

awww! its a hedghog!

is his name sonic?

Quote from: islander on November 20, 2013, 03:18:05 PM

d'awww!

very encouraging and heart warming.

robert was a prolific writer, a poet , and a humanitarian. he volunteered his whole summer in 2005 -2006 to help rebuild homes after hurricane katrina demolished new orleans. i remember reading some of the poems he wrote in tribute to katrina victims. he had a big heart for people that were suffering , and to be honest, took suffering of others to a personal level. he kept on telling me how unfair this world was, especially for the innocent people that suffered.

Quote from: islander on November 20, 2013, 04:07:59 PM

adorable.

powerful

I can hear his voice resound in my head, "Oh Al buddy, you gotta learn to not take things too seriously. You gotta learn to relax, buddy ol pal...."

in life he was always full of jokes, and sensed whenever i was being "too serious", or "stressing for nothing".

always knew when to pop a joke to lighten my soul and to make me laugh. i miss laughing with that guy. green jokes abounding..

yes, let him rest in peace. in life he may have made mistakes, the clouded mind in search of acceptance and a home. we may never really know why people do the things they do, but we leave all to the judgment of god. that said, may god have mercy on this man's soul. mercy, mercy be given to him, oh Lord Jesus Christ, who is infinitely merciful...

Quote from: islander on November 20, 2013, 02:25:39 PM

ahihihi!

Quote from: hubag bohol on October 21, 2013, 09:22:22 PM

lovely

Lord our God, the death of Robert recalls our human condition and the brevity of our lives on earth. But for those who believe in Your love, death is not the end, nor does it destroy the bonds that You forge in our lives. We share the faith of Your Son's disciples and the hope of the children of God. Bring the light of Christ's resurrection to this time of testing and pain as we pray for Robert and for those who love him through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Friend after friends departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That hath not here its end.

-Montgomery

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2Ep0SkOYFA#ws

You left us this day 6 years ago.

Its been  6 years since I last saw you and heard you, brother. I'm thinking of you today and sending my prayers for you, prayers for your grandmother, prayers for your mother and father, prayers for your brothers, and prayers for all your loved ones who also miss you and are thinking of you.

You remain and shall always be considered like a brother to me, Rob. You are loved and you are missed.

I miss you, my beloved friend...

Beautiful prayer  made into an intercessory song.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Xh8oXmynvQ#