Today arrived with winter’s grace,
A blanket of white, a soft embrace.
The world transformed, so calm, so still,
Yet alive with laughter, the morning's thrill.

My grandchildren, bundled, faces aglow,
Trek their path through the fresh-fallen snow.
Side by side, their footprints trace,
A journey to the yellow bus they face.

I watch them go, their giggles fade,
Through snowy trails their steps are made.
A fleeting moment, yet it lingers near,
A memory etched, so bright, so clear.

Those tiny prints in the snow remind,
Of life’s great treasures, so sweet, so kind.
And as I stand, watching them say goodbye,
I know deep down, I’m one lucky guy.

Perhaps all that frightens, deep down inside,
Is something helpless, longing to be alive,
A silent call for warmth, a plea for care,
In shadows, there is more than despair.
Beneath anger’s surge when I feel hurt,
There’s a softness buried in the dirt,
A child’s voice, tender, raw, and small,
A gentle part that’s learned to stall.
The happy mask, the painted smile,
Hides a world so vast, a hidden isle,
If I approach it with gentle grace,
It shows the truth behind the face.
Those thoughts I find repulsive, disdainful, too,
Are fragments of me, yet not all I pursue,
They’re whispers, hints, but not my whole,
Not the essence of my core, my soul.
For I am more than fear, than hurt, than rage,
More than masks on this life’s stage,
In meeting these pieces with love, not shame,
I step towards wholeness, calling my name.

There's something about when you're near or far,
A silent ache, like a distant star,
Your absence marks each line and page,
Where words fall short, unable to engage.
Actions falter, where courage should bloom,
Bravery dimmed in the quiet room,
For only you, with presence pure,
Turn scattered thoughts to something sure.
Near or far, a constant theme,
The unseen thread of a waking dream,
No spoken word, nor scripted rhyme,
Can bridge the space or fill the time.
So here I wait, where courage lies,
In the shadowed echoes of goodbyes,
For you, the light, both near and far,
To guide the path, my steadfast star.

Gary Martucci “The Legend of Meisel Ave Track& Field ” has gone running into eternal rest with our Heavenly Father. Gary believed the lord ran by his side; live in his heartbeat ; give him strength in his steps. As the cold surrounded him , as the wind pushed him , He knew God surrounded him .As the sun warms him , as the rain cleanses him , He understood God was touching him , challenging him , loving him, And so he gave each walk /run to our Heavenly Father who was matching Gary’s stride from above. Rest Peacefully and Easy my friend and may the perpetual light shine brightly upon you in eternity.
Amen.

Be humble and never think that you are better than anyone else...
For dust you are; and unto dust you shall return...

A lot of boys did march away From good old lafayette,one day.
- And Lafayette now opens her heart to all her boys who were far apart.
There'll be. lots of hugs, and lots of kissang But not for those who are dead or missing...
Bernie Fetcho died on Guadalcanal.
James Mc'Greety was killed on Iwo Jima Isle.
Harold Rhode was reported lost,
-for freedom he had paid the cost...
James Dowd too, had given his a11, so that our country would not fall....
The MacDonald brothers, from Lafayette came Missing in action, they listed Glenns name..
Pecora and Bravermann died fighting the foe, Larengina and McHugh were next to go.
Paul Booko and John Hermanns too died while serving in navy blue..
Steve Rimer was one of the first to die, cause-victory-was- something we couldn't buy..
- Howard Rhode earned his-reward eternal sleep up with the Lord..
Our boys were wounded by the score, Burke and Gribb, the Smutko's and more..
In memory we cherish every deed and thought, For which our boys from Lafayette fought.
P.C.M.
ост.16,1946

You where a strong and tough  man with the biggest and bravest of hearts.There was nothing more  important to you then mom, your  family ,friends that you cherished with all your being and soul, with wisdom and sharpness you got though everyday guiding six rambunctious sons was a job that came without any pay . So between the love that mom and you showers us with our family continues to grow. Lessons that you taught us are now ours to show and bestow .Our family keeps getting bigger and nothing will ever break us apart but three years ago when we loss you back to the heaven of God ,our hearts were damaged and broken knowing that for now we will have to be apart. Time flies by and waits for no one we miss you every day , but we thank God that you are our father and in our heart you will always stay.

In the arena, where warriors stand tall,
Smart fighters rise, they give it their all.
With strategy sharp and minds like a blade,
They conquer their foes, in battles well-played.
They don't just rely on strength and on might,
But wisdom and cunning to win the fight.
They study their rivals, each move they dissect,
In the quest for victory, they never neglect.
Their fists may be strong, their bodies so fit,
But intelligence guides them, in every hit.
They anticipate moves, they dance in the fray,
Smart fighters excel, in their own unique way.
In the ring or on canvas, their mettle is known,
They outthink their rivals, they've skills finely honed.
So here's to the smart fighters, champions of art,
In the world of combat, they're a class apart.
By: Glenn P. Cunningham

How much bigger is
A billion than a million—
A million seconds, just 11 days,
But a billion seconds, 31 years in phase.
And a trillion? 36,000 years,
A staggering stretch of time’s frontiers.

In a typical life,
960 months, give or take—
A cycle of seasons,
A journey, a dance.
Life is but chance, a road no one escapes,
The destination certain, so why race?

72 to 80 years we may hold,
2.27 billion seconds, precious as gold.
Spend them wisely, each heartbeat a choice,
Show up, be vulnerable, and find your voice.

Feel each moment, be raw, be true,
No matter how they judge you.
Time spirals, fleeting yet vast,
Live boldly now—make every second last !