Sunday, August 17, 2008

Goodbye My Love

Terrence Patrick Michael O'Donnell
10/19/1938 - 8/17/2008
Today Terry left us to go to a better place. He is no longer in pain and is at peace. He was a fighter until the very end.
Services will be held on Friday August 22nd in Maryland. Detailed emails to follow.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Donna,
The Lord gave me the following on the day of Terry’s passing, I pray that it blesses you.

Only Glimpses

Laurel knew she way dying. Over the weeks, we often talked about heaven-what it would be like and how it would be to live there. It seemed we always ended up crying and then holding each other tight in gentle hugs of hope.
The hardest part was trying to imagine something we had never seen, something about which we knew only a little.
And then I remembered this story –
The young girl with the blond hair and the deep blue eyes had been blind since birth. When she was twelve, the doctors were able to perform a new type of surgery that, if successful, would give her the gift of sight. The outcome would not be known for several days. After the bandages were removed, her eyes had to be protected from the light. So she sat in darkness, waiting.
The mother spent long hours answering her daughter’s questions about what things looked like and what she should expect. They were both so excited about the possibility of being able to see that neither of them slept much. Over and over, even in the darkness, they talked about every lovely thing they could imagine-colors, shapes, beauty of every kind.
Finally the moment came when the young girl’s eyes could endure enough light for her to look out the window. She stood there for a long time without saying a word. Outside, the spring day was ideal-bright and warm with fluffy white clouds decorating the blue sky. Lace blossoms sprinkled to the ground like pink snow as soft breezes stirred the cherry trees. Yellow crocuses proudly lined the brick walkway that wound across the grass.
When the girl turned back to her mother, tears were streaming down her cheeks. “Oh, Mother! Why didn’t you tell me it would be so beautiful?”
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I shared the story with my friend, tears filling my own eyes: “Laurel, right now we’re sitting in the darkness, but before long you will be asking God the same question.”
By Alice Gray

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“Never be afraid to trust and unknown future to an unknown God” Corrie ten Boom