These photos were taken on DECEMBER 18, 2011

These photos were taken the first week of November, 2011

The next three photos were taken on November 5th, 2011

The next five photos were taken on November  6, 2011

 The next three photos were taken on November 8th, 2011

Chronological Photos of Grandma (Noreen) Chapman

These photos were taken on August 7th, 2011. The day Mom went into the hospital for the surgery.

 

I love my Mom!

This morning at around 10 o'clock my Mom passed away. I love her with all of my heart. I will miss her terribly. She loved me unconditionally. . . . .

I arrived in time to hear her last two breaths. We knew it was close but we didn't know exactly how close.

Mom, thank you for your life! Thank you for your love! You supported me in everything I did!
I appreciate  your devotion toward me . . . . . . . . . .


I enjoyed our talks. I'll miss those talks. . . . . .


I close my eyes and try to envision the glorious reunions you experienced today. . . . .


I believe that she helped plan what happened these last 6 to 7 months in the pre-exsistance. I believe that she left us because what she was trying to do was better accomplished in the spirit world. I believe that she left us because she needed to in-order for our family to progress. . . . . . . . . .

Photo taken August 7th,  2011 the day of Mom's surgery.


Photo taken August 15th, 2010 on Cali's blessing day.

A poem by Brad - Let Down Your Net

(From St. John Chapter 21: 3 - 8)

I finished this poem about an hour ago. This poem is dedicated to Mom, who taught me to "let down my net" through her unflinching faith.  

By the way, a seine is another name for a net.    (i.e. -  purse seiner)

Let Down Your Net         By J. Brad Chapman

When seas are rough and skies are dark,  

and you're sore and stiff and wet.                   

Tired and weak, with outlook bleak,  

you wipe your eyes of sweat.

Remember Him who gave His all,                      

with no thought of regret.

And grip the seine, (despair refrain)

and now, Let down your net.

Let down your net, let down your net,

Into the unknown deep,

And when you pull, it shall be full,

rich blessings you shall reap.  

When times are harsh, and mean and cruel,

and you wince at trials in life.

Burdens call upon us all,

But you’re weary of  the strife.

Remember Him whose end was grim,

but paid your priceless debt

And grip the seine, yes, hope regain.                  

and now, Let down your net.

Let down your net, let down your net,

Into the unknown deep,

And when you pull, it shall be full,
rich blessings you shall reap.  

While travelling on the rocky roads,

of this uncertain  life,

we pass all kinds of obstacles

of which this world is rife.

Remember Him whose life and limb,

were given with blood and sweat

So grip the seine,  mid rough terrain

With faith, Let down your net.

Duccio (14th century)

Mom tutored us in faith.
1962 - Brad is 4 years old. Jeff is 6.

Mom, I love you with all of my heart.    Brad