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It has been awhile since I posted anything on this wonderful site....I don't really know why but I know that I have missed you all and the wonderful conversations and comments. I have been going through quite a lengthy grieving process for my Father...Please people make sure that you share your feelings with your loved ones...that way once they are gone you will have no regrets and the Grieving process is far more easier...I know that I an glad that I was able to…Continue
It is with a Heavy Heart...that I am sharing this news.
I got word today that my Father Angus Walter Charles Sanderson Passed away at 1 am Manitoba Time...11 pm BC..time
He was 93 years old and loved God with all his heart...he was my Spiritual Adviser, Friend, and Elder.
This gentleman was everything to me...and he will be Truly missed by everyone that knew him.
He had been battling an illness, but you know God does answer…Continue
Well I just want to say that I am going on my honeymoon tomorrow morning August 1st 2013. We are heading to Arizona to wander the desert, we will be staying with my Brother Dave Taylor...well in the place he has provided for us....not the garage that is for sure....lol. Maybe set up tipi on the front lawn.....lol.
So I am going to be gone for awhile but check in when I can...
I just wanted to say thanks to all you wonderful people here on IKC...I am truly blessed getting to…Continue
One day, a small opening appeared in a cocoon: a man sat and watched for the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then, it seems to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it coud not go any further. So the man decided to help the butterfly: he took a pair of scissors and opened the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a withered body, it was tiny and shriveled wings.
I give you this one thought to keep -
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the snow,
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush of
quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still - in each…Continue
Greetings to all the fellow ...poker freaks of this site...
First off I would like to thank everyone that has shared in viewing my photos...and those that have left comments...truly appreciated!
So just to let you know that I am an Indian...it is not a slang name that I thought up but it is what I have been called from an early stage..
I was born and raised in Brandon Manitoba...my father is a Seaulteaux Indian from the interlake region of Manitoba...my…Continue