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Tribute to WILLIAM ( Bud ) BRANDT

A Brief Glance At The Life Of

WILLIAM

(BUD)

BRANDT

 

May 18,1915

October 15, 2004

 

The 23rd Psalm

  

The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake.

 

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.

 

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.

-- KJV

 

Roses

If Roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Father's arms
and tell him they're from me.
Tell him I love him and miss him,
and when he turns to smile,
place a kiss upon his cheek
and hold him for awhile.
Because remembering him is easy,
I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart
that will never go away. Don't think of him as gone away
His journey's just begun
Life holds so many facets
This earth is only one
Just think of him as resting
>From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years
Think how he must be wishing
That we could know, today
Now nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away
And think of him as living
In the hearts of those he touched
For nothing loved is ever lost
And he is loved so very much

. Anonymous

song playing is Autumn Of My Life

 

Disclaimer

To my knowledge all poems, text and photos used are public domain.

Please contact me if an error has been made so I can make any corrections

Four Generations

Of Brandts

Dad was a family man who had a great pride in his life and all those who were around him.

taken in April, 04

 

HANDS*

An old man, probably some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the park bench.  He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands.  When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if he was ok.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was ok.  He raised his head and looked at me and smiled.
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," he said in a clear strong voice.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, sir, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were ok." I explained to him.
"Have you ever looked at your hands?" he asked.  "I mean really looked at your hands."
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them.  I turned them over, palms up and then palms down.  No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making.
Then he smiled and related this story:
Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years.  These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.  They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.  They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back.  As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer.  They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.  They dried the tears of my children and caressed the love of my life. They held my rifle and wiped my tears when I went off to war.  They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.  They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son.  Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.  They wrote the letters home and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse and walked my daughter down the aisle.  Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my buddy out of a foxhole and lifted a plow off of my best friends foot.  They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.  They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body.
They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw.  And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.  These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life.  But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home.  And He won't care about where these hands have been or what they have done.  What He will care about is to whom these hands belong and how much He loves these hands.  And with these hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ.

Buds hands could tell many stories.

The hands of Christ tell us much as well.

He showed His hands to doubting Thomas

To illustrate that He had risen from the dead and conquered death

To remind Thomas and the others of the sacrifice He had made for them and all who would believe.

The hands of Christ demonstrated His work and love.

This was used during Dads meditation

Mom and Dad celebrated 59 years of marriage

My Tears Are Not of Loss

My tears are not of loss
But of time too quickly gone.
I miss our days together
Even while they're going on.

I savor odd, sweet moments
When you laugh or when you smile,
Nostalgic for your presence
Though you're with me all the while.

Strange how fantasy
Can wander in and out at will,
Looking back from somewhere
That is just beyond a hill.

And so when once you leave
You will not leave me alone,
For I will have you with me
Long, long after you are home.

Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon

Marge, Mom and Dad

Army days

 

 

 

 

This picture was taken on Dec 5,2003 at my retirement

in Moss Point Mississippi

 

The Picture I have

Here’s a picture of me and grandpa the day he turned and smiled saying

"well done with the church, You and me are one.

Hoping someday you too will marry in this church as I did.

I’m glad I spent that day with him cause now the one I miss is him.

I wish to hold him in my arms and wish him a fair well for I was lost the day he past and

now all I have is this picture to show I loved him so.

Now you know the saying love never dies In my heart he is alive for he I loved.

Now with no idea what to do, dear god please help him too.

Help him with the things I can’t and thank you for when I didn’t.

For now I know he should have lived and I know now you take the place and are

always there in person to help him now and forever.

written by: Carol Oldenburg

A Letter From Above

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say.
But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness;
Here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through.
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you.

It's good to have you back again,
you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on.
I need you here badly, you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man,"

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years.
Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is over.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too;
That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain;
Then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented...that my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low;
Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street
and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go....from that body to be free.
Remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Author Unknown