I appreciate Pamela June Anderson for her help. May God bless Pamela. You are a blessing to literally thousands.
After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
MT 6:10 Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
MT 6:11 Give us this day our daily bread.
MT 6:12 And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
MT 6:13 And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.
Ti Justo rivera puerto rico
Rest in Peace, Pam.
~ Steve Lynch
Our Dearest Pamela June,
Many friends understood your suffering and our hearts broken even though peace, rest and quiet now bestows upon you.
Thank you for your pioneering work, kindness and concern sent too many nationwide. We promise to use your spirit to bring peace to others as you so dearly dreamed. Your life and death shall not go in vain and many understand why heaven was the better option.
You were a pioneer of your time and for that I am grateful to have known, spoken and learned from your experiences.
Our heartfelt prays are with your father and family. Your spirit will forever remain alive in our souls.
Much love and respect, Your friend,
The thoughts of many are with you at this time of loss. Please let us know if there is anything we can do to help at this time.
To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."
It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.
God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.
There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.
Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.
Nature By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Poetry Foundation