| Ray on the trail in Arizona 2006 |
| Hiking the mountains in New Mexico |
Ray in USAF stationed in Ogden, Utah
visiting Powder Mountain in the Spring.
visiting Powder Mountain in the Spring.
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Ray, Kathy and Paul - 1963
Bike trail rest stop
HANNA, A BOUVIER AND TASHA, ROTTWEILER.
Two of the dogs Ray loved, relaxing at home in
Conowingo, MD
Two of the dogs Ray loved, relaxing at home in
Conowingo, MD
SOMEONE TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS
DOING....
DOING....
| “Corn can’t expect justice from a court composed of chickens.” ~ African Proverb |
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NOTICE:
If you live in this neighborhood:
138 Franklin Avenue
Souderton, PA
(Montgomery County)
You should be very concerned for the chemicals that
poisoned Raymond Zachry on Tuesday, September
25, 2007.
Contact your local poison control if you or any resident
has experienced symptoms of poisoning.
If you live in this neighborhood:
138 Franklin Avenue
Souderton, PA
(Montgomery County)
You should be very concerned for the chemicals that
poisoned Raymond Zachry on Tuesday, September
25, 2007.
Contact your local poison control if you or any resident
has experienced symptoms of poisoning.
| I’VE LEARNED TO LIVE… February 7, 2013 by lenwilliamscarver I’ve learned I am stronger than I ever imagined I could be I’ve learned I am weaker than I ever imagined I could be I’ve learned to live each day since the loss of you I’ve learned that when my world is spinning out of control To lean into the curves so as not to fall to the ground I’ve learned to live each day since the loss of you I’ve learned that even when there is so much pain I have to hold it all together I cannot go insane I’ve learned to live each day since the loss of you I’ve learned through all the tears I have cried That crying does not ease the pain tho I have tried I’ve learned to live each day since the loss of you I’ve learned that framed pictures are not the same Memories are all right, rather hear you call my name I’ve learned to live each day since the loss of you I’ve learned that no one understands my grief Except another mother with a cemetery wreath I’ve learned to live each day since the loss of you I’ve learned a life can be taken with the blink of an eye And only God knows the when, where and why We didn’t get to say I love you and good-bye I’ve learned to live each day since the loss of you Dedicated to Shirley Sanservino and Brenda Lewis Note: Len Carver lost a beautiful daughter to homicide. She writes poetry and short stories that she posts on her blog at My One Heart.me at Wordpress. Klysta Breshears story will be posted here soon. |