Psalm 23
A
psalm of David
The Lord is
my shepherd; I shall not be in want.
He makes me
lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my
soul.
He guides me
in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Evan though
I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you
are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare
a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint
my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely
goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in
the house of the Lord forever.
Thomas
G. (Tom) Blaine, of
Camp Hill, passed away on Sunday, April 29, 2018, at UPMC Pinnacle West Shore.
Son of the late Vivian (Boles) and Clarence "Pete" Blaine, he was
born on March 15, 1938, in Harrisburg.
Tom was self-employed
for most of his life; he was a real estate entrepreneur and continued working
until about a week ago. He was an Air Force Veteran, and a retired state
constable, both on the East and West Shores. He was a former member of the
board at the East Shore YMCA, as well as a faithful, lifelong member. Tom was a
member of the West Fairview American Legion, Post 984, Enola, and a supporter
of various charitable causes in the area.
In his
early years, Tom excelled at defensive varsity football at Enola High School in
Enola, PA. He was a passionate and
talented athlete, his favorite sports being football and handball. He loved Penn State football, country music,
and taking his family to the beach every year.
Surviving
is his wife, Jeanne R. Blaine; three children, Curtis L. Blaine (Debbra), Dawn
Chapman (Mike), and Natalie Acri; grandchildren, Jessica, Barbara, Sarah,
Katie, Eden, Brooke and Blaine; great-grandchildren, Aubree, Brayden, Sierra,
Emma, Ava and Gabriel; and eight siblings, Nancy, Mildred, Jimmey, Glenn,
Deborah, Diane, Gayelynn, and Alex. Aside from his parents, Tom was preceded in
death by a sister, Linda, and his stepmother, Louree Stouffer Blaine.
Shall We Gather at the River?
Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide for ever
Flowing by the throne of God?
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,
Gather with the saints at the river,
That flows by the throne of God.
Soon we’ll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver,
With the melody of peace.
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,
Gather with the saints at the river,
That flows by the throne of God.
This was the final back page of my Grandfather's Funeral brochure. It seems sad that the event is over, he is in the ground, buried, and life seems to want to go on with him not here on this earth. It is almost too much to bear. I pray God will help me.
Loving
Memories
Your gentle face and unique smile
With sadness we recall
You had an honest word for each-
And died beloved by all.
The voice is mute and stilled the heart,
That loved us well and true,
Ah, bitter was the trial to part
From one as dear as you.
You are not forgotten, Pop Pop,
Nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee.
We miss you now, our hearts are sore,
As time goes by we miss you more,
Your loving smile, your all-knowing face,
No one can fill your vacant place.