Prayers for him and his family.
What sad news. God rest his soul and comfort his family.
Prayer up for him and his family.
Oh no. I enjoyed many of his posts. May he rest in peace.
My sympathies....and judging from his home page he has found a place in heaven....
How very sad. May he rest in peace.
He has a beautiful homepage.
44 is so young and he was such a longtime FReeper.
May God rest his soul.
Prayers for the family.
OMG....so young! I’ll miss his posts!
I’m so sorry. Prayers for his family and friends.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
RIP........ 44 is way too young.
Rest in peace patriot..you will be missed.
Terrific freeper. RIP.
May God bless and comfort his family.
Thanks for putting up the notice, Anna.
Nunya will be missed.
Prayers for comfort for his family.
Logan’s Prayer Warriors.....please pray for the family of FR “nunya bidness”. How young....how sad...Anna, thanks for the thread...
His home page that you linked to is very touching. I am very sorry for our loss.
Prayers up!
Thanks for letting us know about his death. I hope he’s having fun as an Angel watching us fools worry about the little things down here. I hope he kept his fork.
Woman and a Fork
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things in order, she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
Theres one more thing, she said excitedly.
Whats that? came the Pastors reply.
This is very important, the young woman continued. I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.
The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.
That surprises you, doesnt it? the young woman asked.
Well, to be honest, Im puzzled by the request, said the Pastor.
The young woman explained. My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, Keep your fork. It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!
So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder Whats with the fork? Then I want you to tell them: Keep your fork ..the best is yet to come.
The Pastors eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the young womans casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, Whats with the fork? And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.
He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share ... being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
And keep your fork because the best is yet to come.
I salute you, sir. You were an honor to these pages.
Leni
May God rest his soul.