Prayers For A Friend

Many of the people that follow this blog have become like extended family for me. I visit their blogs often and we become part of each others lives. None more so than my friends Rebecca at Sunny Morning Farm and Terri at Our Crazy Farm . It's much more than swapping recipes and gardening secrets. It's watching each other raise our kids and for Becky and I also being grandparents. We cry for each other when our dogs die or our goats die. We rejoice together over a new chicken house, or new pups. We laugh at our families antics and applaud their accomplishments. We're all just a bunch of good farm people and christians trying to be there for one another. Livin, lovin and learning from one another.  This morning I got the terrible news that Terri at Our Crazy Farm has lost her 12 year old son Trent. He was killed Friday in a terrible skiing accident while with his church group. Rebecca and I are beside ourselves. We could not mourn anymore if it were our own child. It seems as if it was just yesterday that he was building chicken houses and going on his first turkey hunt. Looking forward to his first coon dog pup from Rebecca and her husband Danny.  We feel so helpless. We want to hug Terri and never let go. I want to feed her. That's what I do. I feed everyone. Instead we cry. We cry for Terri's pain at the loss of a child. We pray for Terri and her husband and the other kids. We ask everyone to join us in prayer for the loss of a beautiful young boy with such promise. Taken long before his time.  Life is so Prescious and it is so tragic when it is taken from one so young.

To all my blog friends I just want you to know how much you mean to us here at Hickery Holler and hope you join us in sending sympathy and support to our friend Terri and her family at this terrible time of great loss. 

My Mom is a Survivor

My mom is a survivor,
or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying
when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night.
and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand.
But like the sands upon a beach
that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom
who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others,
a smile of disguise.
But through Heaven's open door,
I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with my death,
to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her
knows it's her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that
Angel protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her,
or ease the burdens she bears.
So if you get a chance, call to her
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she feels,
my surviving mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal.

~K. D'Ormeaux

And to Trent we bid you a fond farewell as we celebrate your life and happy hunting my friend as you now hunt with the Master of us all. Rest In Peace young man indeed rest in Peace.


The Canned Quilter, O Wise One, Baby O and all the gang at Hickery Holler