Today

Today as I walked through the Dartmouth Hospital Cancer Center and looked down at each seat you once sat, I still see you sitting there, remembering everything you went through each time you were there. Then I looked over at each person and wondered if they too are going through all what you did. I pray that each one of them have half the faith and strength that you had. They would be blessed as we were, if they also have the time we had with you. Each one with their own pain I can feel for them and they too one day will look into a empty seat and see what I see. I pray they too will see their loved one again as I know I will see you. Dad, I miss you so very much.

Bitty Girl and her Grandpa

Riley Elizabeth Harley Brace is 5 months old today. Dad I talk about you all the time to her. She will grow up knowing who you are. The picture of the day you two met sits on my desk. We all miss and love you. We will all be together again someday.

Another of Dad's writings

April
Yes this is the April of our lives.
For a purpose we are given this moment, again and again.
For what purpose you may ask.
Look around. Have things not been dead and buried for a season?
Now it's time for those things to arise from the earth to bloom in
green and brilliant color.
It's time for the angels to roll the stone from the tomb.
What emerges is the birth of our salvation, beyond the beauty of
risen flowers that God has laid before our feet.
God has given life through death, if only we believe. How many
Aprils must we be shown these things, before there are none left to
us?
Hear the message, feel it in your soul.
Give God his due: accept life beyond death he has offered.
Savor the April gift of salvation. Arise with the Christ from the
tomb.
Yes, this is the April of our lives.

G.H. Bruder

Corinth, VT '99