For All My Cousins in New England

You know I have been thinking:

 My husband really loves the Pittsburgh Steelers. His father really loved the Pittsburgh Steelers.

My husbands Grandfather was a Pittsburgh coal miner.
Mark’s Dad and Matthew
Christmas 1993
So, I thought I would make a simple plea and ask ALL my New England family to Cheer for the Steelers this weekend. 
I mean after all. . .The New England Patriots are OUT of the play offs for the Super Bowl.
Did you all know that? 
If you did this simple thing…”IT” would  will make my husband so very happy.
Love and Kisses,
Lisa




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An Old English Poem ~ Written By Matthew 2009

This is a Poem my son wrote: He is studying British Literature this year and was required to write a Beowulf Style Poem.

This Poem tells our story beautifully:

Creeping Death

My ancestor was diagnosed,

As I, entered my twelfth year.

He fought valiantly, though for him

The treatment, was worse

Than the disease. No mortal

Can live without the necessities.

No man, regardless of strength

Can survive without a functioning body.

He succumbed that same year.

The next year, my forefather,

The model of health, had a darker prognosis.

Death was inside him,

Creeping up, Ceaselessly advancing.

He had not six months left.

This time, death would not prevail so quickly.

For 5 long years, he has battled.

Today, he is weakened, but

Not destroyed. An emblem of strength,

A hero for all.

But why was this cross,

Given to him? Why has one

Who was a model of health,

Received this, the disease of sinners?

Only the Creator knows. Perhaps

This is not a burden, but a crown.

Like the martyrs of old,

Who wear crowns of honor.

They too fought ceaselessly.

They too gave all.

They too understood the Almighty is in control.

In the end, that is all that matters,

That the Almighty is in control.

By: Matthew Advent