Church Anniversary Program Themes

never thought that I would need to have nine years to imagine beyond the clouds behind the beings who have gone to heaven , with faces full of light cushioned walking through green fields. While it is true that older people with Alzheimer's no longer recognize family members, a time now as I did not care she did not remember our names, but rather to smile and keep your eyes open or restful sleep with gesture and hand squeezing mine noting in his. But it is wonderful to know that my grandmother now re- know everything will meet her husband, her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, and this time forever.

popcorn syrup and the cake, the evening of comics in the swing, his face appears in the sewing room while finishing off that set that I loved to wear blue in summer, the " my child, bring me the box of buttons , his eyes Atlantic and anxious waiting for August to go together to pick the berries that climbed behind the wall, the story of that trunk you brought from the Canary Islands dances and " palmeeero climb the palm / and tell the Palmerita / that it sticks to the window / her love of soli s ITAA .. .. "and his sister Lucia, Luciana, the rebel and the blessed, as if taken from a story, the black and white picture from when I was young and novelero, the image of his grandfather in the kitchen preparing dishes and scrumptious stories every Wednesday, Garachico and Realejos, his cheerful greeting from the window Wool "work" endless straw hat. And then forgetfulness and sadness, constant research and the sweetness of a smile ocher, the Impatient "Go, go" with his little evil genius that soon evaporated, the sighs of nostalgia and gratitude, his memory is so jumbled as Hank, and yet, some corners intact. The enigma of that incredible string of words and phrases tattered, a whole new language of gestures made, whispers and looks that we wanted to fully decipher. And then too long naps, and getting slower step, and one morning the silence broken by the voice of her daughter around time as his mother tucked her once did with it, long before I knew that his life reborn one day, whole, in memory and soul of those who stayed below, wishing to move away a little cloud.