This past Saturday the family spent the morning at Washington Irving Elementary School (Jordyn's school) cleaning up the butterfly garden. The ladies did a great job pulling weeds.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
After fighting a long battle against incredible and enduring pain, Ernest William Logan ("Grandpa") passed away on Friday, April 10 at 5:00 a.m. His last days and hours were spent with his wife (Grandma), whom he so dearly cherished throughout 66 years of marriage, and the rest of his family surrounding him. We held vigil, praying, singing his favorite hymns, and assuring him we would all carry on. Selfless and humble to the end, he expressed his love for all of us.
In a beautiful memorial service yesterday, family and friends spoke about this great man and the irrevocable, life-changing impression he has left on all of us. His legacy continues in all of us. Precious memories, how they linger; how they ever flood my soul. In the still ness of the midnight, precious, sacred scenes unfold.
The following is a poem beautifully written by James and delivered to Grandpa this past January on his 86th birthday [content inspired by my (Mary's) description of my Grandpa].
My grandpa is a trusted source of genuine understanding who is accepting of my failings.
He celebrates my triumphs and gallantly elevates my spirits when I fall.
My grandpa inspires me to such great heights.
My grandpa has expansive wisdom acquired through a life teeming with experience that is selflessly offered unfettered.
My grandpa’s refined acumen has been cultivated throughout the years during a wayfaring journey that has been undeniably unpredictable, a journey that has been navigated with intuitive insight.
My grandpa is convicted with reliance on elemental principals that I aspire to realize in my lifetime.
My grandpa’s compassion is boundless.
My grandpa is a dreamer who can hear a whisper or suggestion for the unknown and imaginatively call upon his innate creativity to visualize what is to be.
My grandpa has love in his life; a love that travels from all that knew him without shackle or restraint. A sublime love that carries our souls effortlessly along the celestial river of life, never stopping but eternally flowing serendipitously confronted with harsh jagged rocks. Crushing rocks of pain and regret are immersed by the ominous power and strength of the enduring river. Although the river sinuously traverses times of tumult and joy, the love carries us from the point of our plunge to the eminent disembark.
Grandpa, let this love carry your soul from here to eternity.
Please use the link below to view a full version of the obituary:
http://www.dlwichita.com/online_services/obituary.php?id=3490
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Hang it up
This ancient art form has been passed down from generation to generation and some say it takes years to attain mastery. Jaiden has begun her training.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
OH, HAPPY DAY!
DR. SARAH NOFFSINGER...... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GIRL!Today is your day. We love and miss you and wish you a very happy and special celebration!
Funny Story, Kind of!?
Last Night Cat Fright
Last night Mary was very frustrated with both cats; Chloe and Twiggy. These girls are becoming exceedingly needy, heck, what I am saying, they have always been needy. Now they are becoming down right expectant and they have this elitist attitude (what, what). Now, I am sure this demeanor was not the result of years of over indulgent care provided by the owner, no way. After yelling out from our closet "that cat" and "I am so sick of this" Mary was fit to be tied. Becoming aggravated and irritated, she continued her night time rituals to get ready for bed. After donning PJ's from a dresser drawer, Mary couldn't close the drawer. She pushed and and pushed the dresser drawer but it wouldn't completely close. Baffled she looked at me then back to the drawer. In an act of defiance she pushed harder and harder still. She looked up at me again, "Why won't this drawer close?" Casting a jocular statement out for fodder I exclaimed "because Chloe is behind it!" Both of us stood there in disbelief when we discovered that Chloe was indeed behind the drawer.
Can anyone say: Karma.
Last night Mary was very frustrated with both cats; Chloe and Twiggy. These girls are becoming exceedingly needy, heck, what I am saying, they have always been needy. Now they are becoming down right expectant and they have this elitist attitude (what, what). Now, I am sure this demeanor was not the result of years of over indulgent care provided by the owner, no way. After yelling out from our closet "that cat" and "I am so sick of this" Mary was fit to be tied. Becoming aggravated and irritated, she continued her night time rituals to get ready for bed. After donning PJ's from a dresser drawer, Mary couldn't close the drawer. She pushed and and pushed the dresser drawer but it wouldn't completely close. Baffled she looked at me then back to the drawer. In an act of defiance she pushed harder and harder still. She looked up at me again, "Why won't this drawer close?" Casting a jocular statement out for fodder I exclaimed "because Chloe is behind it!" Both of us stood there in disbelief when we discovered that Chloe was indeed behind the drawer.
Can anyone say: Karma.
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