Dogs Worldwide

I’d like to put some Christmas graphics on my website to proclaim Christ’s birthday, but I don’t know when to start. The shops are full of toys and decorations for sale in Nov. but some folk find the commercial aspect annoying.

Some folk dress their pets up in Christmas costumes like Santa Claus. I feel it trivialises Christmas and the memory of Christ’s birth. It’s HIS birthday, not the dog’s!

Today I discovered that I can hear Moody Bible network radio over the internet. Lovely! Try it! www.wrmb.org

Sorry for blogging so infrequently. Hope u have a gr8 week!

Last month my brother died. He had Downe’s Syndrome. It seems to me that it’s a tragedy to live 60 years with Downe’s Syndrome – to be shut away in a home – always dependent on others - never to live a normal life. Yet he was happier than I! Give him a blade of grass, and he would be happy, turning it over and chortling with gladness. I, with all my possessions, am never that content.

I never spoke much about my brother. I felt embarrassed. Folk did not know what to say. I’d rather not bother them. So when he died, I had no one to talk to. I cried alone.

The hospital chaplain took the funeral service. “Why bother?” I thought. No one was interested in him while he was alive. He was not a normal person. Yet, when he was in the coffin, he was the same as anyone else. He was someone’s brother, someone’s uncle, someone’s cousin. There were about 20 people at his funeral – friends & staff from the Day Care Centre, and homes where he had lived. I doubt if 20 people will come to my funeral. There were floral tributes on the grave. The most touching one was one that was written in an almost illegible scrawl, “I will miss you.”

Good-bye, my brother.