Happy Autumn 2014

Mister Major Dallas Nye

That is his official name on his CKC registration - Mister Major Dallas Nye.  Sadly, we said goodbye to him two weeks ago today - September 24, 2014 - at just 9-1/2 years of age.  Definitely one of the hardest days...

Major first showed symptoms of his disease on a Wednesday, was diagnosed with large cell lymphoma of the intestines one week later, and left this earth just two weeks after that.  So very quick and unexpected - but we are thankful for those weeks we still had with him.  Specifically the weekend after his surgery/diagnosis I spent all possible hours with him and when I went back to work on Monday the main word I could think to describe the weekend was "sweet."  So, I'm very thankful for that time.

Major is buried in our front yard beside a small, weeping cherry tree planted in his honor.  When I step out front I often say, "I love you, Buddy" and I quickly hear back in my heart, "I love you, Momma."  Mark and I agree that we will probably never have a sweeter dog than Major.  Nine years is not long enough, but yet it is the time the good Lord gave us with him.  So, knowing that, we have peace and look forward to a day we will see him again when all of creation is renewed through Jesus Christ.

You Are Real

By Melinda Nye (Written 3/10/14)

There’s a card in my drawer with tiny feet

Purchased when, I can’t say

It was meant for your dad to read and know

You were on your way

You are real…to me

There’s a little boy’s shirt hanging so still

In my closet, cute as can be

Meant for the son of a Marine, to be sure

‘Cause that’s what you would be

You are real…to me

There’s a bumper pad re-purposed that was to be yours

It works to hide stuff put away

But it would have been cuter surrounding your crib

Sure wish you would come to stay

You are real…to me

Sweet one, you weren’t even conceived in my womb

Just in my heart and my mind

But love knows no boundaries so I know for sure

You are one of a kind

You are real…to me

I cry many tears knowing we may not meet

It's breaking your dad’s heart, I know

But we both understand that some dreams must die

And will trust the good Lord, He knows

Baby, you are real...to me

Sunny Daffodils