Thursday, January 19, 2006

Melvin's Last Ride

Well, this is my farewell. A farewell to a dear and beautiful friend. A friend who meant more to me than he will ever know. A friend who will live on in my heart for years to come. A friend who could never and will never be replaced. To quote Monica from 'Friends'... "It's like the end of an era!"

Melvin didn't actually break down, but it came to the point that I knew I had to let him go. I decided if I really do care about him that much, I should let him go. He really would want what's best for me. My mom was nervous when I drove him. Well, honestly, I was nervous when I drove him. If anybody is looking for a car, real cheap, let me know. But you'd have to undergo an extensive interview and I would have to be sure you would take real good care of him.

I would like to thank all of you who have extended your heartfelt sorrows to me and Melvin during this difficult time. Your words of kindness and encouragement mean more than you know. I know he appreciates all of you and all you have done. To all of you who have jump-started him, fetched gasoline for him, or picked me up when he broke down. Even if you've just ridden in him with me, those are memories neither of us will soon forget. We love you guys!
These are some last pictures we took together.

Melvin

Me in Melvin on our last day together


"Best of Friends" - Fox and the Hound
The dreaded screwdriver headed for the changing of the license plates

Changing the license plates... and trying... to be... strong
No, Melvin! No!

*sniff sniff*

I love you, Melvin!
You're always in my heart

Sunday, January 08, 2006

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors;
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow,
and I in foolish pride
forget He sees the upper,
and I the underside.
Not 'til the loom is silent
and the shuttles cease to fly,
shall God unroll the canvas
and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
in the Weaver's skillful hand,
as the threads of gold and silver
in the pattern He has planned.

Mold me and make me Lord. Break me. Weave Your plan into my life.