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"Spacious Skies"

Saturday, September 14, 2019

Crystal the Maiden of Heaven’s White Veil


The Snow Maiden

The Snow cascaded, swirled and blew,
In the Magical Kingdom
Of The Land of Snow;
Amidst The snow flakes and fairies,
The Snow Maiden dances,
Twirling on pointed toes
From moonbeam to shadow;
Her silhouette we follow
From forest to meadow;
Snow and Ice are her friends,
The coated white earth is her floor;
Center stage from heaven
The stars shine on her,
Seeking no other;
She is The Snow Maiden
Graceful and Fair,
In her fairy white dress
With star light in her hair;
Delicate and graceful
From finger tip to toe,
She's eloquent to behold;
Her eyes sparkles like Crystals
Amidst the snow fairies and sprites
She waltzes in solace
With mystical delight;
From winter's breath she came
Twirling and dancing in the chilled air;
Through the forest and the fields
The wind whispers her name,
Brilliant and translucent...Crystal
The maiden of heaven's white veil.

By Peggy Fallin

Friday, September 13, 2019

The Whispering Winds

The Whispering Winds


 I hear them whisper your name,
those mighty winds that blow.
I know that you are close at hand,
the winds just told me so.

The direction from whence they blew,
I am not sure I know.
For only when I hear your name,
am I sure the winds did blow.

Caressing my face with a whisper ...
calling out your name,
the winds of delight entice me.
I will never be the same.

I will follow the singing wind.
where it leads me I do not know.
For the winds that blew you from me ...
will take me where I must go.

Upward into the hills,
calmly across the sea,
Hold on my child, I'm coming ...
The wind has beckoned me.

Free to wander and search this earth,
no matter how far that may be.
Free to follow the whispering wind ...
until it blows me back to thee.

I hear your laughter on the wind.
I try with all my might,
to reach out and touch you
on this windy night.

You must be getting closer
for I feel a gentle breeze 
I reach out my hand to you,
Among the rustling leaves 

You grasp my hand in yours
and softly call me mom
out of the whispering winds
We are together again.

Thursday, September 12, 2019

"Lady Belle" Art Poster


Colored Pencil Art by Crystal Michelle Fallin

Never Forgotten



Crystal Michelle Fallin’s Eulogy




Crystal Fallin Eulogy


Please accept our thanks for gathering here today to celebrate the life of one of the most beautiful and talented people I know, our daughter Crystal Michelle Fallin.  I chose to speak at my daughter’s funeral because I want to publicly thank God for allowing us to have Crystal to love for the past thirty-five years.  There have been moments of extreme joy and pride as we watched her develop into a gorgeous young lady. There have been moments of concern as she made choices that proved to be detrimental to her.  Everyone who was a part of Crystal’s life wish with me that we could have been a more positive influence at critical markers on herhighway of life.  Through it all, we have become a part of her and she has definitely become a part of us.


Yes, Peggy and I lost a child.  Some of you lost a sister or an aunt, a niece, a cousin, or a friend.  Losing a child ranks among the most difficult things a person ever has to face.  But we are not the first to experience the loss of a child.  Some of you in this room know first-hand what it is like.  You’ve been there.  
But so has our Creator God.  God sent his Son, born in a manger.  We celebrate His birth every year at Christmas.  We remember his death on the cross every Good Friday and celebrate His resurrection every Easter morning.  Jesus Christ died on the cross and quit that grave, that we, every one of us, might have eternal life.  Death was defeated that first Easter morn.  

A couple of interesting things happened that day as the Son of God hanged on the cross.  He spoke to a thief that was hanging on a cross nearby and said “Today, thou shalt be with me in Paradise”.  He forgave that thief and gave to him eternal life.  The thief did nothing to earn it.  He simply believed on Jesus.  John 3:16 says it all, “For God so loved the world that He gave his only Son, that whosoever believeth on Him should have eternal life”.  
Do you know how hard it was for God to give His Son that day?  The Bible tells us that there was darkness over all the earth from Noon until 3 o’clock that day.  God empathizes with those of us who have experience the death of a child.  

I say that to say this…..we have every right to celebrate the life of Crystal today because we have hope that she is now with Christ in Paradise.  The parting words from her beloved Grandmother who went to heaven only 30 days before Crystal’s death were these, “Crystal, I’m going to heaven soon.  I will wait for you there near the Eastern Gate”.  Well, Crystal told me that she wanted to go right then.  2ndPeter 3:9  tell us that it is not God’s will that any should perish.  Luke tells us about the Parable of the Lost Sheep.  The shepherd searched until he found that lost sheep.  I believe He found Crystal on Anguilla and by faith I can believe she has met Grandma near the Eastern Gate.  Now, let’s celebrate her life and give thanks.

Crystal was born on June 19, 1984 in Newnan, Georgia.  I remember those LaMazclasses where I was supposed to learn how to encourage Peggy to breathe during the delivery.  When the time came, it was I who had trouble remembering how to breathe!  Crystal was a happy baby.  The only times she was unhappy were when we were late with her food or she had an earache, or perhaps when we told her she couldn’t do something that she wanted to do.  We lived in a tri-level house and her way of navigating the stairs was to sit down and bounce down them, one step at a time.  She loved to climb into the pots and pans storage area in the kitchen and relocate all the pots and pans onto the kitchen floor so she would have her own little playhouse.  At 18 months, she begged to get on top of Angela’s trampoline.  When I would give in to her incessant pleading, and place her on the mat, she would immediately run to the far side and start jumping up and down near the very edge.  When I would go around to get her, she simply switched sides and continued her jumping, all the time laughing at my frantic yells to Mom to come out there and help me hem her up and get her down.  That should have given me a strong clue as to the risk taker that she would become.  


We moved to Florida when she was around 2 years old.  Until age three, we had sitters to stay with her while her mother and I were at work and Angela was at school.  At age 3, we enrolled her in a pre-K class at a facility known as Kiddie Kollege.  Well, I had taught her to rough house a bit and she carried that training to school with her.  Her daycare teacher  was teaching the alphabet to those 3 year old kids.  She would get frustrated with Crystal because she was a fast learner and would become bored at times and the other kids would be watching Crystal instead of paying attention to the teacher. Yes, at that age, Crystal was a leader.  She thought it was her place to be in the front of the line when they marched in single file form one activity to another.  One day, two boys wanted to be first.  The teacher told me that she knew trouble was brewing when from across the room, she saw Crystal put up her little fists and start chanting “Be-bo, be-bo, be-bo”.  Before she could get across the room, Crystal had taken both of those guys to the floor.

She began to mellow out at the mature age of 4, becoming a very loving little girl who loved to wear a certain little red dress.  Her babysitter, Miss Jodi fondly recalls that Crystal would run around all day in that same little red dress. Mom would have to wash it almost every night so it would be ready to wear the next day.  
In the early grades at public schools, all the teachers loved her and called her their Huggy Bear.  She would greet them every morning with a big smile and a hug.  At age seven, she started classes at the St. Augustine Academy of Fine Arts.  She loved ballet, tap, jazz, and modern dance.  During her seven years in that dance group, she took multiple dance honors, even winning first place in International Dance Competition in Orlando.  
She danced in the Nutcracker Ballet that was performed by the St. Augustine Premier Ballet Company every year, sometimes with multiple roles….her mother says as many as six.  During these same years, she took piano lessons and found that she had a love for and ability to quickly learn music.

In Middle School, Crystal began to display a strong need for acceptance by her peers.  No longer was she driven by a need to please her teacher so much.  Crystal attended high school in Colorado Springs, Colorado and at St. Joseph Academy in St. Augustine.  She attended St. Johns River State College as well.  Crystal worked various jobs throughout her life in the hospitality industry.  She loved her Grandmother Mary with whom she shared a love of pencil art.  She was very artistic and had an unusual ability to put together color combinations to make pictures just seem to come to life.  We have several framed pieces of her artwork in our home.  But art was only one of the things she shared with her Grandmother Mary.  Like her grandmother, she was particularly fond of cats.  They both loved to write letters, send cards, and help people in need.  Within the last year or so, she asked me to visit one of her friends, an older man who was in the hospital.  She wanted me to pray with him.  I took him a small flower and did just that.  She was pleased and that made me smile.

One of the favorite pastimes when spending time with her Grandmother was playing the Old Maid card game.   Even as a little girl, she loved to stick her Grandmother with that Old Maid card.  
Scrabble was a family game that she loved.  She and her Dad would accuse her mother-who holds a degree in English—of fabricating new words unknown to Webster, in an effort to win.  Today, we cherish those happy times we spent together.

Crystal had a seemingly insatiable need for feeling like she was accepted and tried very hard to gain and maintain that status with everyone.  Fueled by a low self-esteem, she made some poor choices in her search for acceptance, love, and happiness.  But nothing dampened the compassion which she felt for others, particularly those in financial or physical need.  She would order items from Amazon for them instead of using her allowance for fulfillment of her own wishes. As I said, she would visit her friends in the hospital, take them flowers, and even ask me to pray for them.  She had a compassionate heart.

Some of her friends held a beautiful Memorial service for her on the beach in St. Augustine last Saturday evening.    Her compassion heart and love for her friends were the most mentioned memories among them.  
As humans, we make choices.  Sometimes those choices are non-consequential while others have very long-lasting consequences.  Crystal made some bad choicesin life.  If we are totally honest, so have we all.
So did the thief that was hanging beside Jesus on the cross.  Yet, true to what the Bible tells us, Jesus saw beyond the outward appearance and could see the thoughts and intents of the man’s heart.  1 Samuel 16 verse 7 tells us, 
for God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart."  Jesus took him to Paradise that very day!

Crystal had long telephone conversation with a couple of us just days before her death, and there was a distinct difference that we both noticed in her.  At age 35, Crystal wore some battle scars from having been mistreated by the world around her.   As I told you, her grandmother had left her with these parting words, “I want you to be in heaven with me one day.  I will wait for you at the Eastern Gate”.   I’m thinking that on August 18, a reunion took place near that Eastern Gate because Jesus Christ never gave up on Crystal….He saw her heart.
Through the years, He never lost track of Crystal.  And if a sparrow falling from the sky does not miss his eye, he certainly saw Crystal in her moment of greatest need.

This poem by Myra Brooks Welch came to mind as I thought about how our social system sometimes gives up on people and writes them off as a loss.  But then the Master comes on the scene……transformations take place in nanoseconds.

'Twas battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"
But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.
"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.
The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."
"And many a person with life out of tune
All battered and bruised with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
Another bad choice and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.
But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.
- Myra Brooks Welch

Dear Family and Friends, We have hope.  Hope that is built on nothing less that Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
Amen

I Samuel 17:10
King James Bible
But the LORD said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart.

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

The Mill Room Reception - Crystal Michelle Fallin















In Loving Memory
Crystal Michelle Fallin
June 19, 1984 Newnan, Georgia
August 18, 2019 St. Martin Island

A Candle in the Wind - Crystal Belle




Goodbye Crystal Belle
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart
You called out to the poorest
And you whispered to those in pain
Now you belong to heaven
And the stars spell out your name

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset

When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along the ocean sandy shores
Your candles burned out long before
Your legend ever will

Loveliness we've lost
These empty days without your smile
This torch we'll always carry
For our youngest Fallin child
Even though we try
The truth brings us to tears
All our words cannot express
The joy you've brought us through the years

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset

When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along the ocean sandy shores
Your candles burned out long before
Your legend ever will

Goodbye Crystal Belle
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed yourself
Where lives were torn apart

Goodbye Crystal Belle
From the many family and friends
who’ll missed the wings of your compassion
More than you will ever know

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along the ocean sandy shores
Your candles burned out long before
Your legend ever will

Your footsteps will always fall here
Along the ocean sandy shores
Your candle burned out long before your legend ever will


Until We Meet Again at Heaven's Eastern Gate 
Crystal Michelle Fallin
June 19, 1984 - August 18, 2019


 

Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

“I am the Soft Stars that Shine at Night” - Loving Memory Crystal Michelle Fallin


Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's rush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

In Loving Memory
Crystal Michelle Fallin


The Heart is Never too Full of Love - Loving Memory Crystal Michelle Fallin


“As the ocean is never too full of water,
so the heart is never too full of love.”

In Loving Memory
Crystal Michelle Fallin

Angel Flying too close to the Ground - Loving Memory Crystal Michelle Fallin








In Loving Memory
Crystal Michelle Fallin