Rest in Peace Mom

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It is my belief that my mom is resting in peace now. She was lucky enough to live out her life the way she felt like. She overcame many struggles. She enjoyed many moments of happiness. She always did her best to make all of those around her happy. Since she is of Italian decent, she just loved to feed people! If you did not eat what she made, she would say, “What’s wrong with the food, eat!” LOL After a while, we all just surrendered and ate. LOL She worked until she was 81 years old as a food demo person at Costco Wholesale. She loved feeding all of the customers, especially the kids. LOL She took ill a few years ago. She managed to do her best. She passed quietly in her sleep at 85 years old. We should all be so lucky, huh?

We made an EVERIPEDIA page for my mom. You can do one for any of your loved ones that have passed. I was touched when the team did this.

https://www.everipedia.com/delia-dorazio/

Any prayers for my mom DELIA, would be appreciated.

Believe in Yourself;
Luisa Doraz

Hi Tricia Ann

I can still remember the first time I saw you
You were happy and smiling from day one
You always radiated charm and a fabulous personality
around everyone that you met.

Your heart was one that felt for others and the world.
You eyes never missed one that was in need of some loving.
The time you spent with us all on this Earth was too short.
We will be meeting up with you one day and catching up on lost time.
We will always have you in our heart!
We all love you Tricia’
(1988-2015)

(My brother Bobby’s daughter)

Rest in Peace Bobby

Your life as you knew it changed in June of 2013
The massive stroke you had was a sign
You fought till the end
Your courage helped us all.
May you now rest in peace.
No more pain.
No more suffering.
You will always remain in my heart.
I will always love you bro!

I am just remembering…….

My dad would have been shaking his head

at all of the grief this world has seen lately.

He would have been wondering if

he made the wrong move coming to America.

He would have thought that things

would be better by now.

He would have expected it from others.

He was one to not take life for granted.

He enjoyed the moments he shared with us all.

He looked at the beauty in life and smiled.

He was thankful for each given day.

One night he just fell asleep.He never saw the next day.

His heart could take it no longer.

His brain was at rest.

Now I belive him to be with God.

I believe him to be watching over us.

I believe he is still sad about things

in this world.

I, like him do believe that

one day it will all be peaceful.

Today marks the 25th anniversary of my dad’s passing.

I think of him everyday.

I miss him a lot.

I do smile everyday remembering all of the

times we got to spend together.

Love one another.

Believe in Yourself;

Luisa Doraz

The right kind of fear can be a pathway to peace……..

My immediate thought is death…

So final…

So tragic…

So inspiring?

I am referring to one’s faith…

In the heaven’s above…

In life after death…

Such a superior place?

Can there really be a future after death?

Can all of us be reunited?

Can all of our pain and suffering disappear?

I do feel inner peace with those possibilities.

Who are we to say they do not exist?

Believe in Yourself;

Luisa Doraz

Movie Review…PASSENGERS*****

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This is an excellent movie with a lot of SURPRISES. I am not going to give it away, you just need to trust my opinion. It is one of those movies you go “OH” to! Just know the acting was right on and the screenwriter did a fantastic job!

Woman and a Fork…a story*

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There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things ‘in order,’ she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

‘There’s one more thing,’ she said excitedly.

‘What’s that?’ came the Pastor’s reply.

‘This is very important,’ the young woman continued. ‘I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.’

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.

That surprises you, doesn’t it?’ the young woman asked.

‘Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,’ said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. ‘My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, ‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming…like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!’

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder ‘What’s with the fork?’ Then I want you to tell them: ‘Keep your fork the best is yet to come’

The Pastor’s eyes filled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman’s casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, ‘What’s with the fork?’ And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to ‘Keep your fork.’

So, keep your fork.

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