What an Inspiration

Hi there bloggers,

I have no creations to share with you today but I thought I will share such an inspiration woman that I found on You Tube. Every words that comes out from her mouth is truly up lifting.

It comes at times my illness (MS - Multiple Sclerosis) puts me down and no matter how much I tried in convincing myself that I do not suffer from MS, it managed to crawl into my body and tries to beat me. But after watching this video I can truly say, " I can and I will beat Multiple Sclerosis".

I hope this video can inspire you also.

Our dear Nanny 'Santa'

Our dearest Nanny is now in a safe and happy place. I made this lay out in her memory. My daughter who is now 20yrs old starts calling her Nanny 'Santa' when she was a little girl and the rest of my critters start calling her Nanny 'Santa'. Why you may ask? Again my now 20yrs old daughter is the corporate. When she was little she thought Pop (Nan's husband) was Santa Clause because of his beard and to this days my kids still calls Pop "Poppy Santa" (and yes he still got the santa like beard) hence Nan got called Nanny Santa (Cute!). Our Nan is such a sweet ,soft spoken and a loving lady. Rest in Peace Nanny 'Santa' we surely missed your smile.

This is what the journal says in which was taken out from Nanny Santa's hymn book during her funeral:

WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME

When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see.
If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things we never got to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you..
And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too..
But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand..
An angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,
It seemed my place was ready - In Heaven far above,
and that I'd have to leave behind, those things I dearly love..
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye.
For all of life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you..
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad..
I thought of all the love we shared, and how much fun we had..
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,
I'd say goodbye, then kiss you ‘til I saw that special smile..
But then I fully realized, that it could never be,
'Cause emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.
And when I thought of all those things, I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow. .
But when I walked through Heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me, From his great & golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you.
Today your life on Earth is past, but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
and since each day is the same day, there's no longing for the past. .
But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,
Though there were some times you did some things you shouldn't do. .
But you have been forgiven, and now at last you're free,
So come and take me by the hand, and share my life with me.."
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
for every time you think of me, I'll be right there - in your Heart..

Have a great day and thank you for stopping by.

Thank You to our Australian Defence Forces.... especially to my Hero, MY HUSBAND

This video is not related to any rubber stamping, scrapbooking or any sort of paper crafts but dedicated to my Darling Husband ( We love you and we miss you DAD) and to all our brave men and women who have served and are serving in Afghanistan, East Timor, Kuwait and other places... THANK YOU GUYS! Be safe and hurry home. I would also like to thank Kristy01 for posting this wonderful site in YouTube.
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HERE'S THE LYRICS TO THE SONG SANG BY "THE READINGS"

I Do This For You

There’s blood on my uniform
And blood on my hands
And words won’t do justice to the things I’ve seen
That shouldn’t be seen by any man
You can say what you want
You have the right
So go ahead and speak your mind
But don’t judge me

Chorus
Cuz I do what they tell me to do
And i’m proud to wear these clothes
And stand beside heroes in these boots
And even if you don’t want me to
I do this for you

Now you can say that war is not the answer
So tell me what is
And you can say that we should just give peace a chance
I thought we already did
If it were up to me
I’d be home with my kids
Someday I hope they can forgive
All the things i’ve missed

Repeat Chorus

Bridge
You don’t know me
And you never asked
But i’m out here on the front lines
And i’ve got your back

Repeat Chorus

This is my Darling Husband's favorite song.. Sorry guys I just need to post this one..dedicated to my husband.. If you are bored watching the video or you think its not appropriate just log out from this site or just don't watch it :) - Have a great day!

LYRICS TO THE SONG..
I WAS ONLY 19
Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing-out parade at Puckapunyal
It was a long march from cadets.
The sixth battalion was the next to tour, and it was me who drew the card.
We did Canungra, Shoalwater before we left.

And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean.
And there's me in my slouch hat with my SLR and greens.
God help me, I was only nineteen.

From Vung Tau, riding Chinooks, to the dust at Nui Dat
I'd been in and out of choppers now for months.
But we made our tents a home, VB and pinups on the lockers
And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub.

And can you tell me, doctor
, why I stil can't get to sleep?
And night-time's just a jungle dark and a barking M16?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only ninteen.

A four week operation when each step could mean your last one on two legs
It was a war within yourself.
But you wouldn't let your mates down til they had you dusted off
So you closed your eyes and thought about something else.

Then someone yelled out "Contact!" and the bloke behind me swore
We hooked in there for hours, then a Godalmighty roar
Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon,
God help me, he was going home in June.

I can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel
On a thirty-six hour rec leave in Vung Tau
And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle
Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row.

And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears
And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real.
I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feel
God help me, I was only nineteen.

And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only nineteen.