They Will Never Be Forgotten

Copyright © 2015 Sandra Leah.

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CONTENTS

Preface

Chapter 1 A & B

Mary’s Story

Chapter 2 A

Chapter 3 A

Chapter 4 A

Chapter 5 A

Chapter 6 A

Chapter 7 A

Chapter 8 A

Chapter 9 A

Chapter 10 A

Chapter 11 A

Chapter 12 A

Chapter 13 A

My Story

Chapter 2 B

Chapter 3 B

Chapter 4 B

Chapter 5 B

Chapter 6 B

Chapter 7 B

Chapter 8 B

Chapter 9 B

Chapter 10 B

Chapter 11 B

Chapter 12 B

Chapter 13 B

Chapter 14 B

Chapter 15 B

I

dedicate this book to my daughter Lisa, who went on part of

this journey with me, and in remembrance to my son Eric.

A special thank you to Michelle my assistant who accepted the

challenge of translating my handwriting and helping organize

this book. Also, my granddaughter Christina who at age 14

provided all the angel artwork and scanned the pictures.

PREFACE

This book is written in memory of my son, who taught me that with love, and a great deal of faith, we can move on in life after the loss of a loved one. He taught me to be strong and never give up. Because of his great courage and strength during his fight with cancer, his sister Lisa and I were able to go on with our lives. God also played a great role. It is because of Eric and God that I know this story has to be written.

Over the two and a half years of knowing I would lose my son, my thoughts were also led to Mother Mary. She too lost her son. She must have felt as I did, why my son? This book is a look at my life and a close look at Mother Mary’s life. It is with God’s help and my son’s memory that I share with you my story and what I feel Mary’s life would have been like.

This book is written to give strength and courage to people who have lost a loved one, who will lose a loved one, and to anyone who needs strength to carry on during a difficult time. Eric and God helped me, and I hope this book will also give strength to anyone reading it.

As I tell this story, I want to pay tribute to all the people that helped me during this time. I want you to open your mind and imagine, what I feel Mary’s life was like. Her story is as I pictured it in my mind.

Open up your heart, and he will be with you in your time of trouble. I learned from my son that our life has a reason and that death, with its sting, is a part of our life.

The following passages from the Bible, were given to me, as a gift from God. You will learn how this was given to me and how it helped with my healing.

But someone may ask, How are the dead raised? with what kind of body will they come? How foolish! What you sow does not come to life unless it dies. When you sow you do not plant the body that will be, but just a seed perhaps of wheat or of something else. But God gave it a body as he has determined, and to each kind of seed he gives its own body. All flesh is not the same. Men have one kind of flesh; animals have another, birds another, and fish another. There are also heavenly bodies and there are earthly bodies, but the splendor of the heavenly bodies is one kind and the splendor of the earthly bodies is another. The sun has one kind of splendor, the moon another and the stars another; and star differs from star in splendor.

So, will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable. It is raised imperishable! It is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness. It is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body.

If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body. So, it is written: The first man Adam became a living being. The last Adam, a life giving spirit. The spiritual did not come first, but the natural and after that the spiritual. The first man of the dust of the earth, the second man from heaven. As was the earthly man. So, are those who are of the earth; and as is the man from heaven, so also are those who are of heaven. And just as we have been born in the likeness of the earthly man, so shall we bear the likeness of the man from heaven.

I declare to you brothers, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. Listen, I tell you a mystery; we will not all sleep, but we will all be changed-in a flash, in the twinkle of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true;

"Death has been swallowed up in victory.

Where, Oh death is your victory?

Where, Oh death is your sting?

The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourself fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.

(1 Corinthians 15: 35-58)

CHAPTER 1 A & B

"And God shall wipe away all tears from

their eyes and there shall be no more death

neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall

there be any more pain for the former

things are passed away."

Revelations 21: 4

(June 29, 1995 – One year after Eric’s passing)

As we drove down Mineral Point Road, I thought about the many times I had driven down this road. My daughter, Lisa, was driving and telling me about the many times she had gone to our destination. She told me I would be impressed with what I was about to see. As we made the turn and started down a one-way road, I looked around at all of the vases filled with flowers. The green grass reached out in all directions. Several large statues reached up to the blue sky. The peacefulness was all around us. As we made the last turn, I looked around for the tree that was the marker. Suddenly I saw the white flowers in the only vase in the green grassy area. The tree showed me his stone marker.

I could feel my insides building with a sudden pain and hurt. The crying I held back for a year could no longer be contained. I picked up the three wooden calla lilies that I had on my lap, and whispered to Lisa, Please let me be alone with him. I walked toward the stone marker and I saw my son’s name engraved.

Eric A. Haug 1969-1994

The marker had lilies, his favorite flowers, outlining it. The tears would not stop. I pushed some of the grass away and rearranged the white silk flowers in the vase. I picked up the three wooden calla lilies and added them to the others. One was from Lisa, one from his father, and one from his mother – me. I arranged them and then rearranged them; to make sure they were just perfect. When the Garden of Gethsemane was chosen, for the area where he would be laid to rest, I was at once reminded of Jesus and the time spent talking with his father, God in the same named garden.

I had waited the whole last year for this moment. I looked at the surroundings, the pine tree that would always tell me where he was laid to rest. The colored flowers surrounding in the other areas, the other gardens all had a statue in the center. The Garden of Gethsemane would also have a statue, in a few years. Eric was the first one to be laid to rest in this garden. His was the only marker, the only vase filled with flowers, in this quiet setting. I was sure that this would change in the future. I could hear a bird chirping in the background, a breeze danced through the tree above me, and peacefulness was everywhere. As I looked around, I could not stop crying. Something was bothering me. I came here to be with my son. However I felt this strange feeling within me. Then a great feeling grew up within my heart. Eric was not here!

I started speaking to him, Eric, I waited so long to come and be with you, where are you? Suddenly, a feeling of relief came over me. He was not here, all the time that had gone by, now only proved to me that he lived within me. In my memories, in the artwork he left behind, in the music he liked, and that I still listened to. In his voice I would always hear, but now no longer converse with his face that I would always remember.

All around me was beauty and calm and peacefulness in this Garden of Gethsemane, where he would always be laid to rest. My heart was now at peace. Eric’s spirit would always be within me, never to be forgotten! Lisa walked up to me and I reached for her hand. We stood together for a few minutes in silence. We both were overwhelmed with sadness; we both missed him so much. As we turned to go my life flashed through my mind.

View of marker and he was the only one laid

to rest in the Garden of Gethsemane

(One year after the death of Jesus, possibly April 6, 33 A.D.)

Mary’s sandals made a clicking noise, as she walked quickly down the cobblestone street. She had told John the Apostle to stay behind, as she came close to the tomb of Joseph of Arimathaea, where it is believed Jesus was entombed. The year had passed quickly and this was the day she had waited for. Many changes had happened in her life during the past year. In the Jewish religion, she was to go to the place of her son’s tomb and unveil it. Her heart was beating as she recalled her life as the chosen mother, to her special son. The street made a turn up ahead and she knew the Garden of Gethsemane would suddenly be in sight. As she looked around, she saw the beautiful blue sky. The trees seemed to be greener than usual. Several doves were cooing in the early morning coolness. She felt a great feeling of calmness. What her son had told her about his death had come true, so many unbelievers, and much unrest about his death. Some idolized her son, some whispered, some laughed, but his name was known by everyone.

Today, she could feel him with her as she walked along. After his death, she too asked over and over, Why my son; why must he die? The answer had been given to her in the last year.

As she made the last turn, she thought about her feelings of the empty tomb. Her son had risen up from the dead. He had awakened all the disbelievers. He had brought rejoicing to the believers. Her son had given a new meaning to life and to death.

She looked up and the tomb was in front of her, the place that changed so many lives. A warm feeling came over her as she entered removing her sandals.

The tomb was built with a kneeling area, next to the bed, where he had been laid to rest. As she knelt down, she thought about his body, prepared in spices, and then wrapped in a white cloth. Blood still shown in the room. This she knew was from his hands that had been nailed to the cross. She remembered the vigil that took place at the closing of the tomb. A large stone was rolled in front of it, and soldiers standing at attention gazing straight ahead, watching over this sacred place.

Why was she the chosen one to mother over him? She reached into her pocket and felt the cold, smooth and very hard rock. She slowly reached up with the rock and placed it on the edge of the kneeling rail. This meant a year of mourning had come to an end. The tears that only a mother could cry flowed down her cheeks. She whispered softly, Jesus, dear Jesus, my most holy son.

Suddenly the tears of sadness changed to a feeling of great relief. Her son would always live within her, always be with her, to the end of her life on earth, never to be forgotten.

She heard the footsteps of John entering the holy area. He placed his arms around her and comforted her, in this time of need. He slowly reached in his robe and also added his rock to hers. As Mary turned to go, images of her life flash through her mind.

View of the front and inside of the tomb where Jesus was laid to rest.

MARY’S STORY

CHAPTER 2 A

"Train your child in the way he should go,

and when he is old

he will not turn from it."

Proverbs 22:6

Mary’s Life, Birth to 10 Years Old

Possibly September 8, 20 B.C.

As the story might have been told, Mary was born to Joachim and Anne. It was a very warm night and Joachim had taken Anne to the rooftop of their