Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

Psalm 34:18
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit

Matthew 5:4 Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

John 14:1-4

Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God[; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.

God promised us that nothing would separate us from his love, not even death.

These verses give me comfort today as I think about my Precious Daddy who has gone on before us . Oh, what joy he must have felt to be free of pain and disease! What delight his heart must have held to see those family members he had been missing for so many years. What jubilation he must have experienced as he stood face to face with Jesus and heard him say "Well done my good and faithful servant!!!

Though my heart breaks over and over again with each new day , I am thankful that I have a Heavenly Father who loved my Earthly Father so very much , that He couldn't spend another day in Heaven without him and took my wonderful Daddy before us to prepare our mansion. Because I know that my Redeemer lives and loves each and everyone of us, I can believe this without doubt!!

Someday will I see my Remarkable Daddy again, and I will see Jesus . At that moment that we see each other again what jubilation will fill my soul as we three embrace.

GO REST HIGH ON THAT MOUNTAIN, DADDY!!!

Why Must Daddy's Die?

Why Must Daddy's Die?

See the pain in their eyes.

Their faces are drawn in sorrow.

Death has claimed their father

and he will be laid to rest tomorrow.

Thoughts of him fill their hearts

Memories of their life with him invade their souls

Pushing and tugging on their emotions

Tearing their souls apart

Many long months they watched helplessly as their daddy

once so full of vigor and vim

wasted away to a shell of a man with no gusto left in him

The struggle to hold on to life was long and often painful

Days on end they could only ask why?

Why must the end come ?

why must daddy's die?

Bonita Taylor-Fussell

Five weeks later we are still asking why.

A loved one's passing is never easy to bear
and the pain it brings keeps the ache ever near.
No amount of words can take away the pain,
Nor bring your loved one back to you again.
The passage of time and the love of family and friends
These things help to bring the anguish to an end.
Time alone can heal your heart
Bringing together the broken parts.
The memories can be kept at length
For in your deepest , darkest times,
Your memories will sustain you
And will give you strength.

Bonita Taylor- Fussell

Making the Best of Each Day, That was the Gentle Giant's Way!

Making the Best of Each Day author unknown

Outside my window, a new day I see
And only I can determine what kind of a day it will be.
It can be busy and sunny, laughing and gay,
Or boring and cold, unhappy and grey.
My own state of mid is the determining key,
For I am the only person I let myself be.
I can be thoughtful and do all I can to help,
Or be selfish and think just of myself.
I can enjoy what I do and make it seem fun,
Or gripe and complain and make it hard on someone.
I can be patient with those who may not understand,
Or belittle and hurt them as much as I can.
But I have faith in myself, and believe what I say,
And personally intend to make the best of each day.

After my daddy passed away, we found this poem tucked away among cards, letters,and notes that he had saved throughout the years. Because he saved it I know that it was important to him. I believe that it has been his mantra . He made every day of his 70 years upon this Earth the best for himself and all those who came into his life!!

Oh , How I Miss You, My Gentle Giant!

I find that poetry and song helps me to mourn and to grieve.



I woke up crying late at night
when I was very young.
I had dreamed my father
had passed away and gone.

My world revolved around him
I couldnt lay there anymore.
So I made my way down the mirrored hall
and tapped upon his door.

And I said "Daddy, I'm so afraid
how will I go on with you gone that way?
Don't wanna cry anymore
so may I stay with you?"

And he said "That's my job,
that's what I do.
Everything I do is because of you,
To keep you safe with me.
That's my job you see."

Every person carves his spot and fills the hole with light. And I pray someday I might light as bright as he. But I say "Daddy, I'm so afraid, how will I go on with you gone this way? How can I come up with a song to say I love you?" That's my job, That's what I do Everything I do is because of you to keep you safe with me. That's my job you see. Everything I do is because of you to keep you safe with me.

Always my hero. Forever my dad Your love and care Has always been iron-clad. With the passage of time My admiration for you does expand And I have come to realize that This is all part of God's Great Plan. That we shared this life as father and child Every second making memories of laughter and smiles. Thanks for all you have given to my life through the years, For the joy, the laughter, and even the tears I didn't tell you enough just how special you are. But Daddy you will always be my guiding star. My love for you can not be measured , my heart overflows repeatedly I am the person I am because of the love you unconditionally gave to me Know this one thing to remain forever true Eternally, Daddy I will go on loving you. Love, Your sweet baby girl, Nita

I am creating this blog to help ease the ache in my heart that came with the passing of my daddy, Ray Taylor, Sr. He was such a gentle giant and everyone loved him! It is hard to believe that he is not here any longer. Every time I go to see my mama, I expect to see him sitting there in his chair, watching television or sleeping! If I don't see him there I wait for him to come through the den door, and say,"Hey, Nita". But he doesn't come, no matter how long I wait!

It is hard to walk through the doors of that house knowing that he will never be welcoming me there again. But Mama is there and sweet Mary, and because I know how much he loved them, I am able to walk through the doors.
They tell me in time the ache will ease. That it will not hurt so much. I will always miss him and I know that I will always love him.