Band of Brothers Marching to Zion.
(We are marching up to Zion.
It is that beautiful City of God.
Come you that love that Lord,
and let your joy be known.
Join in this song with sweet accord,
while thus around the Throne.
A charge to keep, we have; and,
a mighty good God to glorify,
a never-dying soul to save,
and to fit it for the sky.)
Bill Eglit, RIP..
Kenny Boyd, MIA.
Ensign Kenny Boyd has been missing in action since he was unceremonious yanked from the CGC Dallas at Governors Island, New York on or about 1969 or 1970. He is believe to have run afoul of Captain W. F. Guy.
Jack Taylor ,01 December 2005, RIP. Jack Taylor passed away 12/01/2005 in Peoria , IL , after a short illness. After services in Peoria, Jack’s ashes were taken to North Carolina where he and Judy had purchased a retirement home.
Thomas S. Johnson, III , 22 May 2007, RIP. Johnson , Thomas, III, 61, of Hollywood, Fl passed away on May 22, 2007. Fred Hunter's Hollywood Memorial Gardens Home. Published in the Sun-Sentinel on 5/24/2007.
Johnson , Thomas S. III, 61, of Hollywood, FL passed away May 22, 2007. Born in Baltimore, MD, he graduated from the United States Coast Guard Academy, received a Master of Science degree in Industrial Administration from Purdue University, and is also a graduate of The National War College at the National Defense University. He was a search and rescue helicopter pilot and fixed wing aviator for the USCG and retired as a Captain, after 26 years of service. He was the Director of Corporate and Foundation Relations at Flagler College before moving to Hollywood, FL in 1995 to become the Director of Training at the RTM STAR Center in Dania Beach, FL. He has been a Maritime Professional Consultant since March 2003. He is survived by his wife, Donna; daughters, Rachel Johnson and Jamie Johnson Choy; his brothers, Mark and Bruce and his little dog Mikey. Services with full military honors will be held at Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, VA. In lieu of flowers, the family has asked that donations be made in his memory to the Humane Society of Broward County. Published in the Sun-Sentinel on 5/25/2007.
Stan Brobeck , 26 July 2007, RIP. On 17 July Stan felt “fuzzy” and light headed. His brother David suggested that he get to a doctor just to be safe. An X-ray revealed a cancerous tumor in the left side of his brain. The tumor is very aggressive and inoperable.
David said they expect to bring him home from the hospital 18 July. Stan is not aware of the seriousness of his condition.
A note from Ron Sharp from a visit 19 July.
“All of Stan's family have arrived at his home. 3 brothers and a sister.
His ex wife Cheryl and his daughter were with him yesterday. The daughter who has CP was told of his condition yesterday.
He looked good and was in good spirits but cannot finish sentences and is losing use of his right side. I am sure he knows that the doctors can do nothing and have given him 2-3 days to live. He was glad to be home and have his brothers and sisters with him. We joked around a little but he seemed very tired and unable to concentrate and it frustrated him a little.
I will keep you all informed of any news I get from Kascia, a friend of Stan and Kim , that is staying close by them and trying to field phone calls etc. They seem to have a pretty good support group for food, airport runs, and the other stuff that will be needed short term. They have my number and I told them to let us know if anything else was needed.”
David said how much Stan thought of his USCGA classmates and his association with the Academy and knew Stan would love to hear from us and that prayers and cards are appreciated. (15 Gable Ln., Lafayette, CA 94549-2303)
Cadet Graham Chynoweth
(11/30/2008, CONCORD MONITOR)
Graham P. Chynoweth died on Thanksgiving 2008, his wife by his side, as family gathered not far away shared words of thanks for his life.
"Those two words really describe his whole life. He was immensely thankful for every moment he had with each of us and incredibly giving of his time and his energy and his spirit" Gray Chynoweth said of his father, a Canterbury lawyer and onetime state legislator who jump-started New Hampshire Public Radio, a devout Quaker known to legions of Canterbury children by the aliases of Captain Jack and Ben Franklin.
Graham Chynoweth was 63 when he died Thursday of cancer. He was at peace in his final days, friends and family said, so content in his faith that he calmed others.
A New Hampshire resident for decades, Graham Chynoweth was born in June 1945 at his mother's home in England. The son of an army officer, he spent his childhood in Germany, northern Japan, California, and Washington, D.C, where he graduated from an urban public high school.
With a high school degree and a letter of appointment to the Coast Guard Academy, Graham Chynoweth set out "wandering around the country, trying to make sense of life," said David Freeman-Woolpert, a fellow member of the local Quaker community who has counted Graham Chynoweth a close friend for nearly four decades.
It was in some southwestern state four days before cadet orientation that Graham Chynoweth decided the Coast Guard was for him, Freeman-Woolpert said. He hitched across the country to arrive in New London, Conn., on the day he was due.
"He knew if God wanted him to be there, he would be there," Freeman-Woolpert said.
After graduation from the Coast Guard Academy in the Class of 1968, his years of service included a year on the Coast Guard cutter Hamilton off the Mekong Delta in Vietnam.
He earned a master's degree in hospital administration and moved with his first wife, Judy Chynoweth, to New Hampshire. But he felt drawn to law and soon enrolled at Franklin Pierce Law Center.
He was still in law school when he was elected to office as a state representative, serving for two years at a time when Democrats found it difficult to make their voices heard in the State House, Freeman-Woolpert said.
After graduating in 1983, he helped to found the law firm Barnes, Bender & Chynoweth. In the early 1990s, he left and founded Chynoweth Legal Services, where he practiced family law and complex civil litigation. His partner since 2006, Mark Cornell, described Graham Chynoweth as a lawyer of impeccable integrity.
"He would never come close to any lines, let alone cross them," Cornell said.
A decade ago, Graham Chynoweth promoted a then-innovative approach to divorce mediation that encouraged parties to work toward joint solutions, Cornell said.
The deeply held principles Graham Chynoweth showed in his legal practice were evident in his private life as well, said Gray Chynoweth.
"I told him frequently he is the most moral man I've ever met," Gray Chynoweth said.
Graham Chynoweth had a masterful understanding of the Bible and a taste for spiritual questions, said Melvin Burrowes, pastor of United Community Church in Canterbury. But spirituality permeated his everyday interactions as well, he said.
"He related to the most erudite scholar and to the littlest child equally well," Burrowes said.
A man who valued the simple life, he had no need for fashion and would happily shop at Goodwill for the clothes he wore outside the office.
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John Richard Ryland(December 14,1945 - December 04, 2013)
December 17, 1945 - December 4, 2013
December 17, 1945 - December 4, 2013
The news of the deaths of my classmates from CGA'68 effected me tremendously, but none as much as the news of the passing of Johnnie Ryland. His passing struck a sensitive nerve. It hit home more so than the news of anyone else; even, Ray Wilcox, and he had saved my life along with M Blue Livesey in June 1964 at the Connecticut College swimming pool.
Johnnie Ryland was special to me. He was unique. We had a relationship that I did not have with any other human being on the planet Earth. We knew each other from 1963 when we were interviewing for the Coast Guard Academy Class of 1968. The interviews were run out of the same office in Memphis, Tennessee.
This does not seem strange today, but back then all the schools in Tennessee were segregated under a strict code of Jim Crow Laws. I attended Woodstock High School, also called Shelby County Training School. It was out in the boondocks. And John attended Christian Brothers High School in down town Memphis.
John had a car and I did not. I cannot remember if we were interviewed by the same Coast Guard Commander, or whether we finished at the same time. The fact of the matter is that we were leaving at the same time, and John offered to drive me back to my school. This was highly unusual and quite a surprise. We kept in contact after that.
John was offered a "Principal" Appointment initially and I was given an "Alternate" appointment. I would only receive a Principal Appointment if some one above me on the List declined his appointment. Then the Dean of Admissions would go down the List until some one else accepted. On the day before I was scheduled to graduate from high school, I received a telegram offering me a Principal Appointment. I was excited.
There were four high school graduates from Memphis that were offered Principal Appointments to the USCGA that year; John Ryland, Clifford King, James Smith and, myself, London Steverson. We were all booked on the same American Air Lines flight out of Memphis for New London, Connecticut. I met the other two cadet appointees for the first time at the airport. I believe that Clifford King is the only one who did not graduate and retire from active duty as a commissioned Coast Guard officer.
John Ryland and I were roommates for the first two weeks of Swab Summer. After that we were assigned new roommates.
We hitch-hiked across Florida, Alabama and Georgia on our first leave home in 1964. This was at the height of the Civil Rights Movement. We experienced some scary moments up close and personal on that hiking trip. We flew "space available" on a military hop to Florida. I think it was Jacksonville, Florida. We decided to hitch hike from there to Memphis. That was not the smartest decision to make at that time. We thought we were invincible and could do anything; so, we braved it. I was young and dumb. I would not do that today. One person who picked us up could have passed for The Imperial Wizzard of the KKK. In my bones I believe he was a member. John sat in the front seat next to the driver, and I sat in the back. He talked to John as if I was not even in the car. The driver told John, "Yes, our Governor (George Wallace) he's going to fix this here nigger problem." Some time later when John and I were discussing how scary that ride was through Alabama, John said guy must have assumed that I was a dark Italian. We were joking, of course.
We made it home in one piece. I flew back to the Academy on a military hop from the U S Naval and Marine Corps Air Technical Training Center at Millington, Tennessee.
(Obituary Published in The Seattle Times)
John Richard Ryland. In his home, with his wife and children praying him through his transition, John
passed on to his new home on December 4, 2013. The son of Jesse J. and Mary Jane Ryland, John was
born on December 17, 1945 in Jacksonville, Florida where his father was stationed in the Navy. John
graduated in 1964 from the Christian Brothers High School in Memphis, Tennessee and from the United
States Coast Guard Academy in 1968. He served in the Coast Guard for 22 years before retiring with the
rank of Commander. John then joined the Port of Seattle as a Civil Engineer where he enjoyed his job and
his coworkers immensely.
John loved life and lived it fully with integrity and purpose, vigor, generosity, and a wonderful sense of
humor. He responded with enthusiasm and an emphatic "yes" each time God put it on his heart to reach
out to others using his God given gifts, talents and abilities. Some of these "yeses" included 28 years as a foster parent, providing
a home for immigrants, cooking meals and providing financial assistance for the care of persons without homes, reading books on
tapes for college students who were blind, assisting with facility maintenance at church, and proclaiming God's Word at Mass.
John is survived by Martha, his wife of 44 years, his brother Michael Ryland of Memphis TN, his children Patrick Morris Ryland of
Kent, WA, Stephen David Ryland of Renton, WA, and Theresa Ryland Warfield of Kent WA, and his grandchildren; Isaiah Michael
Ryland, Jamie Gabriel Warfield, Virginia Marita Warfield, James Ronin Ryland, Sean Magnus Ryland, Michael Xavier Ryland, and
David Ezekiel Ryland.
A Mass celebrating John's life was held December 13 at Holy Spirit Catholic Church in Kent followed by interment at St. Patrick's
Catholic Cemetery in Kent. The family requests that remembrances be made to St. Martin de Porres shelter in Seattle or to
Catholic Community Services.
Published in The Seattle Times from Jan. 4 to Jan. 5, 2014
Ronald Scott Matthew
March 3, 1945-April 25, 2014
March 3, 1945-April 25, 2014
Ronald Scott Matthew of Bellevue, WA, died Friday, April 25, at home, at the age of 69.
Mr. Matthew was born March 3, 1945, in Berkeley, CA, the son of Norman Matthew and Anne Egli Matthew. He graduated from Hillsdale High School, in San Mateo, CA, in 1963 and from the U.S. Coast Guard Academy in New London, CT, in 1968. He served in the Coast Guard for 27 years as a legal officer, attaining the rank of Captain. He graduated from McGeorge School of Law in 1973 with a juris doctorate degree. He was known as an honest lawyer with the highest degree of integrity--not just in his legal dealings but in his entire approach to life.
He and his wife, Judith Place Matthew, were married September 25, 1982, in San Francisco. Their son, Allan, was born in June, 1984. Mr. Matthew’s Coast Guard career took him to many places, including Honolulu, HI; Juneau, AK; Washington D.C.; Long Beach, CA; San Francisco, CA; Governors Island, NY; back to D.C., and Seattle. The family moved to Bellevue in 1990. Mr. Matthew retired from the Coast Guard in 1995, and went on to work for the City of Bellevue in mediation and neighborhood outreach for 10 years.
Mr. Matthew loved his family, friends, and nature. During his years in California, he located and purchased 120 acres of land in the Sierra Nevada mountain range, property the family came to call Matthew Meadow. Mr. Matthew loved being a steward of these “delicious mountains”. Gatherings of family and friends there each summer were a highlight. He was generous, intelligent, and had a great sense of humor. He enjoyed photography and was known for the amazing digital photo albums he created, as well as an annual Christmas card featuring views from their deck taken on travels around the world. He also enjoyed hiking and model-making (especially lighthouse models).
Mr. Matthew lived by the creed capsulized in the poem “My Creed” by Edgar A. Guest, which reads in part, “To live undaunted, unafraid, Of any step that I have made; To be without pretense or sham, Exactly what men think I am.” He lived out the Coast Guard motto, “semper paratus”--always ready. Family and friends were awed by the strength and courage he showed during his 3-year battle with ALS.
He is survived by his wife, Judith, son and daughter-in-law Allan and Megan Matthew, mother, Anne Matthew, sisters Nancy Hain and husband Bill of Alna, ME, and Helen of Walnut Creek, CA.
The family thanks Ron’s dedicated caregiver, Mphatso Namwali, for the excellent care he provided. “Mr. Namwali always demonstrated compassion and superb skill in his care of Ron. We are very grateful to him,” they said.
A celebration of life will be held later, and his ashes will be spread at Matthew Meadow. Memorial contributions are suggested to Save the Redwoods League, 114 Sansome St. Suite 1200, San Francisco, CA 94104, www.savetheredwoods.org <http://www.savetheredwoods.org/> or the ALS Association, Evergreen Chapter, http://www.alsa.org/ <http://www.alsa.org/>
Mr. Matthew was born March 3, 1945, in Berkeley, CA, the son of Norman Matthew and Anne Egli Matthew. He graduated from Hillsdale High School, in San Mateo, CA, in 1963 and from the U.S. Coast Guard Academy in New London, CT, in 1968. He served in the Coast Guard for 27 years as a legal officer, attaining the rank of Captain. He graduated from McGeorge School of Law in 1973 with a juris doctorate degree. He was known as an honest lawyer with the highest degree of integrity--not just in his legal dealings but in his entire approach to life.
He and his wife, Judith Place Matthew, were married September 25, 1982, in San Francisco. Their son, Allan, was born in June, 1984. Mr. Matthew’s Coast Guard career took him to many places, including Honolulu, HI; Juneau, AK; Washington D.C.; Long Beach, CA; San Francisco, CA; Governors Island, NY; back to D.C., and Seattle. The family moved to Bellevue in 1990. Mr. Matthew retired from the Coast Guard in 1995, and went on to work for the City of Bellevue in mediation and neighborhood outreach for 10 years.
Mr. Matthew loved his family, friends, and nature. During his years in California, he located and purchased 120 acres of land in the Sierra Nevada mountain range, property the family came to call Matthew Meadow. Mr. Matthew loved being a steward of these “delicious mountains”. Gatherings of family and friends there each summer were a highlight. He was generous, intelligent, and had a great sense of humor. He enjoyed photography and was known for the amazing digital photo albums he created, as well as an annual Christmas card featuring views from their deck taken on travels around the world. He also enjoyed hiking and model-making (especially lighthouse models).
Mr. Matthew lived by the creed capsulized in the poem “My Creed” by Edgar A. Guest, which reads in part, “To live undaunted, unafraid, Of any step that I have made; To be without pretense or sham, Exactly what men think I am.” He lived out the Coast Guard motto, “semper paratus”--always ready. Family and friends were awed by the strength and courage he showed during his 3-year battle with ALS.
He is survived by his wife, Judith, son and daughter-in-law Allan and Megan Matthew, mother, Anne Matthew, sisters Nancy Hain and husband Bill of Alna, ME, and Helen of Walnut Creek, CA.
The family thanks Ron’s dedicated caregiver, Mphatso Namwali, for the excellent care he provided. “Mr. Namwali always demonstrated compassion and superb skill in his care of Ron. We are very grateful to him,” they said.
A celebration of life will be held later, and his ashes will be spread at Matthew Meadow. Memorial contributions are suggested to Save the Redwoods League, 114 Sansome St. Suite 1200, San Francisco, CA 94104, www.savetheredwoods.org <http://www.savetheredwoods.org/> or the ALS Association, Evergreen Chapter, http://www.alsa.org/ <http://www.alsa.org/>
"My Creed"
By Edgar A. Guest
To live as gently as I can,
To be, no matter where, a man,
To take what comes of good or ill,
and cling to faith and honor still,
to do my best and let that stand,
the record of my pen and hand,
And then, should failure come to me
Still work and hope for victory.
To have no secret place wherein
I stoop unseen to shame or sin;
To be the same when I'm alone
As when my every deed is known;
To live undaunted, unafraid
Of any step that I have made;
To be without pretense or sham
Exactly what men think I am.
To leave some simple mark behind
To keep my having lived in mind;
If enmity to aught I show
to be an honest, generous foe:
To play my little part, not whine
That greater honors are not mine.
this, I believe, is all I need
For my philosophy and creed."
By Edgar A. Guest
To live as gently as I can,
To be, no matter where, a man,
To take what comes of good or ill,
and cling to faith and honor still,
to do my best and let that stand,
the record of my pen and hand,
And then, should failure come to me
Still work and hope for victory.
To have no secret place wherein
I stoop unseen to shame or sin;
To be the same when I'm alone
As when my every deed is known;
To live undaunted, unafraid
Of any step that I have made;
To be without pretense or sham
Exactly what men think I am.
To leave some simple mark behind
To keep my having lived in mind;
If enmity to aught I show
to be an honest, generous foe:
To play my little part, not whine
That greater honors are not mine.
this, I believe, is all I need
For my philosophy and creed."
John Richard Ryland In his home, with his wife and children praying him
through his transition, John passed on to his new home on December 4,
2013. The son of Jesse J. and Mary Jane Ryland, John was born on
December 17, 1945 in Jacksonville, Florida where his father was
stationed in the Navy. John graduated in 1964 from the Christian
Brothers High School in Memphis, Tennessee and from the United States Coast Guard
Academy in 1968. He served in the Coast Guard for 22 years before
retiring with the rank of Commander. John then joined the Port of
Seattle as a Civil Engineer where he enjoyed his job and his coworkers
immensely.
John loved life and lived it fully with integrity and purpose, vigor, generosity, and a wonderful sense of humor. He responded with enthusiasm and an emphatic "yes" each time God put it on his heart to reach out to others using his God given gifts, talents and abilities. Some of these "yeses" included 28 years as a foster parent, providing a home for immigrants, cooking meals and providing financial assistance for the care of persons without homes, reading books on tapes for college students who were blind, assisting with facility maintenance at church, and proclaiming God's Word at Mass.
John is survived by Martha, his wife of 44 years, his brother Michael Ryland of Memphis TN, his children Patrick Morris Ryland of Kent, WA, Stephen David Ryland of Renton, WA, and Theresa Ryland Warfield of Kent WA, and his grandchildren; Isaiah Michael Ryland, Jamie Gabriel Warfield, Virginia Marita Warfield, James Ronin Ryland, Sean Magnus Ryland, Michael Xavier Ryland, and David Ezekiel Ryland.
A Mass celebrating John's life was held December 13 at Holy Spirit Catholic Church in Kent followed by interment at St. Patrick's Catholic Cemetery in Kent. The family requests that remembrances be made to St. Martin de Porres shelter in Seattle or to Catholic Community Services.
Published in The Seattle Times from Jan. 4 to Jan. 5, 2014
John loved life and lived it fully with integrity and purpose, vigor, generosity, and a wonderful sense of humor. He responded with enthusiasm and an emphatic "yes" each time God put it on his heart to reach out to others using his God given gifts, talents and abilities. Some of these "yeses" included 28 years as a foster parent, providing a home for immigrants, cooking meals and providing financial assistance for the care of persons without homes, reading books on tapes for college students who were blind, assisting with facility maintenance at church, and proclaiming God's Word at Mass.
John is survived by Martha, his wife of 44 years, his brother Michael Ryland of Memphis TN, his children Patrick Morris Ryland of Kent, WA, Stephen David Ryland of Renton, WA, and Theresa Ryland Warfield of Kent WA, and his grandchildren; Isaiah Michael Ryland, Jamie Gabriel Warfield, Virginia Marita Warfield, James Ronin Ryland, Sean Magnus Ryland, Michael Xavier Ryland, and David Ezekiel Ryland.
A Mass celebrating John's life was held December 13 at Holy Spirit Catholic Church in Kent followed by interment at St. Patrick's Catholic Cemetery in Kent. The family requests that remembrances be made to St. Martin de Porres shelter in Seattle or to Catholic Community Services.
John Richard Ryland In his home, with his wife and children praying him
through his transition, John passed on to his new home on December 4,
2013. The son of Jesse J. and Mary Jane Ryland, John was born on
December 17, 1945 in Jacksonville, Florida where his father was
stationed in the Navy. John graduated in 1964 from the Christian
Brothers High School in Memphis, Tennessee and from the United States Coast Guard
Academy in 1968. He served in the Coast Guard for 22 years before
retiring with the rank of Commander. John then joined the Port of
Seattle as a Civil Engineer where he enjoyed his job and his coworkers
immensely.
John loved life and lived it fully with integrity and purpose, vigor, generosity, and a wonderful sense of humor. He responded with enthusiasm and an emphatic "yes" each time God put it on his heart to reach out to others using his God given gifts, talents and abilities. Some of these "yeses" included 28 years as a foster parent, providing a home for immigrants, cooking meals and providing financial assistance for the care of persons without homes, reading books on tapes for college students who were blind, assisting with facility maintenance at church, and proclaiming God's Word at Mass.
John is survived by Martha, his wife of 44 years, his brother Michael Ryland of Memphis TN, his children Patrick Morris Ryland of Kent, WA, Stephen David Ryland of Renton, WA, and Theresa Ryland Warfield of Kent WA, and his grandchildren; Isaiah Michael Ryland, Jamie Gabriel Warfield, Virginia Marita Warfield, James Ronin Ryland, Sean Magnus Ryland, Michael Xavier Ryland, and David Ezekiel Ryland.
A Mass celebrating John's life was held December 13 at Holy Spirit Catholic Church in Kent followed by interment at St. Patrick's Catholic Cemetery in Kent. The family requests that remembrances be made to St. Martin de Porres shelter in Seattle or to Catholic Community Services.
Published in The Seattle Times from Jan. 4 to Jan. 5, 2014
John loved life and lived it fully with integrity and purpose, vigor, generosity, and a wonderful sense of humor. He responded with enthusiasm and an emphatic "yes" each time God put it on his heart to reach out to others using his God given gifts, talents and abilities. Some of these "yeses" included 28 years as a foster parent, providing a home for immigrants, cooking meals and providing financial assistance for the care of persons without homes, reading books on tapes for college students who were blind, assisting with facility maintenance at church, and proclaiming God's Word at Mass.
John is survived by Martha, his wife of 44 years, his brother Michael Ryland of Memphis TN, his children Patrick Morris Ryland of Kent, WA, Stephen David Ryland of Renton, WA, and Theresa Ryland Warfield of Kent WA, and his grandchildren; Isaiah Michael Ryland, Jamie Gabriel Warfield, Virginia Marita Warfield, James Ronin Ryland, Sean Magnus Ryland, Michael Xavier Ryland, and David Ezekiel Ryland.
A Mass celebrating John's life was held December 13 at Holy Spirit Catholic Church in Kent followed by interment at St. Patrick's Catholic Cemetery in Kent. The family requests that remembrances be made to St. Martin de Porres shelter in Seattle or to Catholic Community Services.
Labels: Taps for CGA Class 1968.
posted by ichbinalj at 10:22 PM
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Dear Stan,
I became physically sick to hear of your physical challenge. It has been a long time since Swab Summer. Your dry wit and unique sense of humor helped me make it through some difficult times.
Later when you, Greg Wilson and I shared a room together, you were a real friend.
Then we all wound up stationed in Long Beach, CA on our first tour of duty. You did me the honor of carrying a sword and being one of the escorts at my first wedding. (Yes, I gave 20 years and a marriage for my Coast Guard career.)
The last time I remember seeing you was around 1980 when I was living on Treasure Island and you worked for Bank of America or Wells Fargo in Pittsburg, California. We had lunch together. You had not changed much, except that you had traded the uniform for a big over-sized bow tie and a fancy jacket. You looked great and still had the warm smile and killer wit.
Because of the vagaries of service life our paths drifted apart, but I never lost the respect or the affection that I felt for you. You can imagine the shock I felt upon hearing of your physical challenge.
This is my belief and it gives me strength every day. To a Christian, death is not an end but a beginning. If you believe that Christ rose from the dead, then we too have hope. Death is no longer a banishment; it is a return from exile. We are going home to many mansions where our friends and loved ones already live.
Love transcends time and distance. Neither life nor death, nor things past or present can truly separate us from you. We will see you again. I am certain of it. In a little while we are all going home. You left before us, but we are all going home.
We are not far from home, none of us. Just a moment, a twinkling of an eye can bring us home. When the sail of our great ship is spread, and our souls are launched upon the great deep; the voyage will be brief and soon we will be docked in the Port of Eternal Peace. In that safe haven there will be no more storms; no more crying and no more dying. Then throughout the ceaseless ages of eternity, we will live with God and the redeemed from all ages in the Eternal City. Then we will truly be home.
Peace,
Strength to you and your family,
London Steverson
He was truly one of the Best and the Brightest. It matters little when or how he died, whether of old age or disease or violent means. What is very important is that he died in the faith. He lived in the faith; it was his comfort, guide and support. And in this same vain, I pray that he died in the faith.
Despite his numerous accomplishments, he did not die resting on the laurels of the flesh or earthly attainments. Faith is as important to die by as to live by, because faith looks not only to the past but also to the future. He fell asleep affirming that Jesus would come again. And when Jesus shall again appear upon the earth in the latter days, we shall all arise together from our graves to greet him and each other.
Below is the text of an e-mail Norm’s wife Lynda sent out this weekend.
Please add him to your thoughts and prayers .
Norm’s mailing address is and e-mail is below:
PO Box 543
106 Atlantic Avenue
Amagansett, NY 11930
potteryandfish@hotmail.com
Dear Friends, We cannot thank you enough for your prayers and fasting, we have truly felt lifted by your prayers and calmed by the grace of God. Norm wanted a message to get out but it has been difficult to fit everything in and get internet time. I want you to know we are grateful for each of you. Norm is doing well, getting ready to be moved out of ICU this afternoon, soon after the MRI he's having right now. They had him up and walking a short distance around the ICU room this morning, he's still has some weakness on the left side but has full feeling in his limbs and it is just a matter of getting his muscle tone, balance and coordination back. We will know Monday when he'll be released from the hospital. I know he's planning on writing an email as soon as he's able. In the meanwhile, the following are a few of his thoughts:
The tumor was similar to Senator Kennedy's, though each of them are genetically specific to each individual they are of the same class and common, very treatable. He's delighted to have feeling and increased movement in his left limbs. He passed on to us: "Our Savior held my hand, opened the path for the tumor to be removed soon after diagnosis by one of the best neurosurgeons in the world." This experience has opened his mouth to tell his story (and share the gospel) which will follow in a blog (he's getting pretty techie!...Peggy will set it up for him). "I have felt the prayers and the fulness of love of all those praying for me". Norm also expressed, with great joy, feeling the Lord beside him throughout this time.
Norm is joyful and at peace with what he's going through, he feels comfort, very positive, and ready to get back to work. Love, Lynda
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