Heartbreaking....so very, very sorry your loss. Just look forward to the day you are reunitedAw man, I’m so sorry.
You are so right and I love the Lord and so did she, and although I know she is out of this world that is getting more wicked by the day, we will miss her so bad. At the end of my talk day before yesterday I quoted what a grieving King David said when his son died "He cannot come to me but I can go to her.JRM, if you are a man of Faith (like me), then you know there is no way to explain your loss.
God does not address "Why she is gone"...but He has revealed the "What comes next".
...Through Jesus gift of Grace, Life begins at death.
...Reunion in Heaven will be oh so sweet.
...Remember the past, but Treasure the joy of Heaven.
Perfect quote! You know your Bible and God's heart!You are so right and I love the Lord and so did she, and although I know she is out of this world that is getting more wicked by the day, we will miss her so bad. At the end of my talk day before yesterday I quoted what a grieving King David said when his son died "He cannot come to me but I can go to her.
Praying that God will mend you & your familys' broken heart in a way that the human mind can't begin to comprehend.I with a heavy heart announce that my traveling companion and loving granddaughter passed from this life on Sunday night. On October 4 after coming home from competing in the All A State Volleyball tournament she collapsed on the floor in a game of VB we rushed her to the Murray Hospital where she was airlifted to Vanderbilt children hospital in Nashville they told us it was Lymphoma and would have to run tests to determine what kind, we requested St Judes in Memphis and was immediately transferred there. She had a large mass near her heart, they determined that it was a rapid growing form normally not found in young people called T-Cell Lymphoblastic Lymphoma they kept her in Memphis until Christmas Day and determined that the mass had all but disappeared, she then returned once a week for treatment until 5 weeks ago when she began running a fever and they discovered the mass had came back with a vengeance, they treated her with everything they knew to do, and she fought to live. Last saturday they announced that all treatments had failed and any other treatment they gave her would be fatal and asked her what she wanted to do, she said I want to go home, so we did. She passed with a UK blanket draped over given by a local bank with her name sewn into it.
She loved the Wildcats and we made countless trips(275 miles) to Rupp we were at the Elite 8 when Aaron Harrison led us to wins over UL and Michigan, we have Been to Ms St, Ole Miss, Georgia, Ark, A&M, Auburn, Alabama, Vandy and UT. WE have attended all three Final Fours under the Calipari era, we traveled to Chicago to see UK thrash Duke in the Champions Classic. I stumbled through a emotional eulogy yesterday at her funeral and told several of our experiences at these games I will share 1, When we went to UT we were 5 rows from the floor the only blue in a sea of orange, we got a big dose of Rocky Top before the game but the Cats came out hot and got a double digit lead. During the course of the game she and a little boy about her age were exchanging barbs and I suggested that we were vastly outnumbered and it might be prudent to get along, she said "I am not listening to that". Towards the end of the game Admiral Schofield got hot and Tennessee surged ahead by 8 with about a minute to go and Davy Crockett running around the court waving his musket and the band working the crowd into a frenzy playing Rocky Top over and over, I suggested we make our exit. I grabbed her hand and started out when I felt resistance from her jerking back, the boy had grabbed her by the arm and said "where are you going it is just now getting good" She fired back "I am tired of Rocky Top and dont forget you have to come to Lexington" Everyone around us roared. I loved her and am heartbroken.
So sorry for your loss. Prayers for you and your family.
So sorry. We will be praying for you and your family.I with a heavy heart announce that my traveling companion and loving granddaughter passed from this life on Sunday night. On October 4 after coming home from competing in the All A State Volleyball tournament she collapsed on the floor in a game of VB we rushed her to the Murray Hospital where she was airlifted to Vanderbilt children hospital in Nashville they told us it was Lymphoma and would have to run tests to determine what kind, we requested St Judes in Memphis and was immediately transferred there. She had a large mass near her heart, they determined that it was a rapid growing form normally not found in young people called T-Cell Lymphoblastic Lymphoma they kept her in Memphis until Christmas Day and determined that the mass had all but disappeared, she then returned once a week for treatment until 5 weeks ago when she began running a fever and they discovered the mass had came back with a vengeance, they treated her with everything they knew to do, and she fought to live. Last saturday they announced that all treatments had failed and any other treatment they gave her would be fatal and asked her what she wanted to do, she said I want to go home, so we did. She passed with a UK blanket draped over given by a local bank with her name sewn into it.
She loved the Wildcats and we made countless trips(275 miles) to Rupp we were at the Elite 8 when Aaron Harrison led us to wins over UL and Michigan, we have Been to Ms St, Ole Miss, Georgia, Ark, A&M, Auburn, Alabama, Vandy and UT. WE have attended all three Final Fours under the Calipari era, we traveled to Chicago to see UK thrash Duke in the Champions Classic. I stumbled through a emotional eulogy yesterday at her funeral and told several of our experiences at these games I will share 1, When we went to UT we were 5 rows from the floor the only blue in a sea of orange, we got a big dose of Rocky Top before the game but the Cats came out hot and got a double digit lead. During the course of the game she and a little boy about her age were exchanging barbs and I suggested that we were vastly outnumbered and it might be prudent to get along, she said "I am not listening to that". Towards the end of the game Admiral Schofield got hot and Tennessee surged ahead by 8 with about a minute to go and Davy Crockett running around the court waving his musket and the band working the crowd into a frenzy playing Rocky Top over and over, I suggested we make our exit. I grabbed her hand and started out when I felt resistance from her jerking back, the boy had grabbed her by the arm and said "where are you going it is just now getting good" She fired back "I am tired of Rocky Top and dont forget you have to come to Lexington" Everyone around us roared. I loved her and am heartbroken.
Thank you for those kind wordsAbsolutely heartbreaking. No words can convey how I feel for you and your family. Some of us have been on this site for a long, long time. Twenty-five years for me. We get a feel for each other, and over time we share a little bit about ourselves — the good and the bad. I’ve shared the story of my mom’s passing, and more recently the loss of my little brother — two lifelong UK fans. We all share a bond. We’re all big blue family. So when I see something like this, I feel a connection. I have to be honest; when I got to the part about her passing with the blanket, I cried. My heart goes out to you, and I’m praying that your healing isn’t unbearable. I know God only gives us what we can handle, but it seems impossible at times. I’m so sorry for your loss. Your big blue message board family has its collective arms around you.
I do not know you sir but this is just heart wrenching for me to hear. I cannot even contemplate what you and your entire family have went through.I with a heavy heart announce that my traveling companion and loving granddaughter passed from this life on Sunday night. On October 4 after coming home from competing in the All A State Volleyball tournament she collapsed on the floor in a game of VB we rushed her to the Murray Hospital where she was airlifted to Vanderbilt children hospital in Nashville they told us it was Lymphoma and would have to run tests to determine what kind, we requested St Judes in Memphis and was immediately transferred there. She had a large mass near her heart, they determined that it was a rapid growing form normally not found in young people called T-Cell Lymphoblastic Lymphoma they kept her in Memphis until Christmas Day and determined that the mass had all but disappeared, she then returned once a week for treatment until 5 weeks ago when she began running a fever and they discovered the mass had came back with a vengeance, they treated her with everything they knew to do, and she fought to live. Last saturday they announced that all treatments had failed and any other treatment they gave her would be fatal and asked her what she wanted to do, she said I want to go home, so we did. She passed with a UK blanket draped over given by a local bank with her name sewn into it.
She loved the Wildcats and we made countless trips(275 miles) to Rupp we were at the Elite 8 when Aaron Harrison led us to wins over UL and Michigan, we have Been to Ms St, Ole Miss, Georgia, Ark, A&M, Auburn, Alabama, Vandy and UT. WE have attended all three Final Fours under the Calipari era, we traveled to Chicago to see UK thrash Duke in the Champions Classic. I stumbled through a emotional eulogy yesterday at her funeral and told several of our experiences at these games I will share 1, When we went to UT we were 5 rows from the floor the only blue in a sea of orange, we got a big dose of Rocky Top before the game but the Cats came out hot and got a double digit lead. During the course of the game she and a little boy about her age were exchanging barbs and I suggested that we were vastly outnumbered and it might be prudent to get along, she said "I am not listening to that". Towards the end of the game Admiral Schofield got hot and Tennessee surged ahead by 8 with about a minute to go and Davy Crockett running around the court waving his musket and the band working the crowd into a frenzy playing Rocky Top over and over, I suggested we make our exit. I grabbed her hand and started out when I felt resistance from her jerking back, the boy had grabbed her by the arm and said "where are you going it is just now getting good" She fired back "I am tired of Rocky Top and dont forget you have to come to Lexington" Everyone around us roared. I loved her and am heartbroken.