I remember it was almost three years before I attempted to go back to Albany where my daughter was buried. I just couldn't get up the strength and courage to go to her grave site. But then the Lord spoke to me and told me it was time to make that journey in order to put closure to Danie's death and burial place. So I called up my friend Wanda and arranged to meet her there. I picked up some flowers at a near by outdoor florist and went on to the cemetery. Wanda met me there and we prayed, laughed a little and I cried a little too. I hate it when people expect you to get over the death of a loved one so easily. Saved folk have unrealistic expectations for things of this nature. It takes years to recover from the trauma of losing a close relative, especially a father, mother, sister, brother, not to mention a child!!!! That pain, that space in your soul is still there. We just learn to manage our pain, and replace it with the memories and joy that a particular person gave us while on this earth. We learn to love them in a different way because we can no longer hear their voice or feel their touch. I am working on a book right now that speaks to that issue.
Mother's Day is a wonderful celebration, but if you are a mother, everyday is mother's day. We never stop being a mother, even to our grown children. First they are in our hands, and as they get older, they stay on our hearts. We constantly pray for them and long to know how they are getting on in life. I thank God that He allowed me the opportunity to experience motherhood. I love God for that, as I experienced two miscarriages prior to having my first child. We don't talk much about the trauma and sorrow that goes along with miscarriage. But I was devastated both times that I miscarried. I though I had done something wrong. But thanks be to God, we proved the doubters, "doctors" wrong and Danielle Marie Ford arrived on Saturday morning 3:30 November 17, 1979.
I know there are people out there in Facebook land that hate Mother's Day, the memory of losing your mother is still fresh in your mind. but our God is close to those who are grieving, no matter how long it takes. He will bind up your wounds and heal your sin sick soul. He will give you beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning and a garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. He will turn your mourning into dancing, just you wait and see!!! I pray for all of you out there that have lost your mother, men and women alike. Know that someone is praying for you this weekend. It takes courage to move past your pain, it takes courage to confront the emptiness in your soul, it takes courage to admit that you still have something in your craw, that won't go down because of the death of your mom. I encourage you to seek help, go and get some counseling. I have a wonderful women that has helped and continues to help me walk through this process. Inbox me and I will set you in the direction of your healing. If you just need a mentor or a listening voice, I am there for you. I will be forever grateful for our time together. I know that I will see her again in heaven. Happy Mother's Day to you too, Danie In Heaven!!!
THIS IS DANIE'S PLACE
This is a page dedicated to my daughter, Danielle Marie ford-Geter. this page is here not to make us reflect upon the sorrow we all fest as a result of her sickness and subsequent death, rather it is a testimony to her strength her faith and the grace that God granted her, to persevere through the terminal diagnosis of pancreatic cancer.
Danie was an amazing young women. She never lost hope, never lost faith, always believed that the Lord would heal her . She believed that of all the people who were diagnosed and succumbed to pancreatic cancer, she would be one of those who beat the odds.
This page is a pre-cursor to the journey to create a non-profit that I develop to keep her spirit alive. I pray that you will be inspired by her pictures, her writings, her poetry and her spirit. I will invite her friends and family to post pictures, memories, funny stories and remembrances of my beautiful daughter.
I will also post pictures of her daughter, Jayla and allow you to see the precious child that is developing into a beautiful, gifted soul, one that is at times still curious about what her mom was like and also at times, still a little sad at missing her.
Please stay tune as I ask for the Lord's help to get this non-profit on the way. There have been efforts to keep Danie's name and her fight of pancreatic cancer alive. Two walk-a-thons were held in Albany to help raise funds to continue the fight against pancreatic cancer. The BFF which I sponsor yearly, has blessed the Pancreatic Cancer Network with donations in the past. But I want to do something more permanent. And with the help of the Lord, we can bring our ideas to fruition.
Please visit this site often and leave comments and memories about how you met my Danie Pooh or Pumpkin as my dad use to call her. God Bless,
Danie wrote this poem when she was in junior high school or perhaps still in elementary school. She entered this poem in a contest and it was selected to go into an anthology of poetry. I still have the book on my shelf.
THE MAN WITH THE SACK ON HIS BACK BY DANIELLE MARIE FORD
He sleeps in a van so people won’t attack. Besides the van he has no home. He just mopes around with no hope.
When he passes by on the street, No new people can he meet. People bat their eyes and move to the side. Because he looks as if he has no pride.
He can’t help it, he’s homeless. It’s not his fault….Or is it? I don't know, I can’t make that guess.
I feel sorry for the man with the sack on his back. Homeless and hopeless, no one enjoys that. He walks around asking people for money. They laugh and laugh, but it’s not funny.
He needs to be thought of, not put down. Like everyone does around this town. Until someone decides to act, That man will still walk, With the sack on his back.
APRIL 20, 2017
I am going to do my best to keep this page alive. I am still waiting for instructions on how to start this non-profit in memory of my daughter. But while I am get ting the downloads, let me post another poem that she wrote. It is called: FAITH
Faith is the voice that speaks to you! Faith refuses to doubt Him. Though others are filled with fear. Faith is believing the Word. And knowing God is near.
I have said it before and it bears repeating again: I do not know when or where my child, Danielle Marie Ford-Geter obtained the "Grace" to move into the realm of limitless faith and trust in God, but she obviously did.
With all her fiber and being, she believed God would heal her from pancreatic cancer. She was always optimistic even though in her body, the majority of the time, it was resistant to chemo, pain medication, radiation etc.
Nevertheless, she posted Scripture all over her house, even on her front door. She forbade anyone coming in that had a doom and gloom conversation or despondent look on their face.
If you were hurting and sorrowful for her inside, you had to fake it until you went somewhere by yourself.
She had an infant baby to speak to to and a husband that believe with her for her healing. She welcome others who share like faith, belief and trust that God could do the supernatural if He chose to. You had to bring some laughter and hope, positive vibes whenever you visited Danie,
I remember she planted some flowers right outside her apartment. The following spring they came up and Jayla would look at them and pick them. Danie wanted to surround herself with beauty and life.
Whatever the Lord lays on my heart to do in memory of her, has to reflect a life of Hope, Joy, Love for Family and her H. U. Family, that would be Hampton University.
She had a deep throat ed laugh that would make you crack up. She possessed a kind heart and a gentle and respectful way with older people.
They still remember and talk about her to this day. Don't worry Danie, I will get this figured out with the help of the Lord. This is the year. Rest On.
This morning I want to remember my Danie Pooh. I do so because in just a few days her daughter, Jayla Marie will be baptized at her church in Albany, NY. I give praise and glory to the Lord for allowing my daughter to spend those few brief months with her child, first nine in the womb and the last 14 months with her here on earth. Sometimes we do not realize that it doesn't take God all day to do a complete work in His vessels. I believe He worked a work in my daughter's life prior to her journey home to be with Him. Her steadfast prayers for her unborn child, her prayers that came forth when she knew she would be going home to be with God, spurned within a burning desire and fervency to pray even the more fro Jayla to know the Lord, and for her to always desire to be used by Him to the fullest.
I want to share a poem she wrote entitled:
"I Remember "
I remember You and how You...Promise me the world and how You are the only one who can give it to me. And I accept with gratitude. I take and consume all that you have for me. With honor, I do praise You, for you see....You are the essence of my yesterday, today, and forever more. You are my bridge over troubled water. You. I remember You... and how they beat you and caused you to bleed for me. you did it for me!? Am I so deserving of any of this? No. But I am grateful for the opportunity to say that...
I am Yours. Your Child! And because of this I am rich. Rich far beyond my years, though I have lived but a few, I can see. Can they see? If not, then let me tell them...."Oh taste and see that the Lord is good!" I am boasting on your behalf. Yes, I remember. You didn't die because they killed you. You died so that I may live and I remember You. so, lest I forget for whom I live, when I get uptight I'll just remember. Remember You. Because when You died, You gave your all for me. I'll remember You because... We'll, because You first remembered me. Before I existed, you remembered me. So in turn Lord... I remember You.
I SHALL LIVE It is not an option for me to die at the young age of 29. God has so much still left for me to do. So many mountains still left for me to climb. the devil knows that this is true. so he keeps coming after me. keeps trying to steal my faith. Trying to steal my joy. Keeps trying to steal my peace.
No weapon formed against me shall prosper" I'm in His loving arms. he keeps me safe; in perfect peace, from hurt, from danger, from harm.
God has chosen me to run this race, for those who I don't even know. but, whatever you want Lord, Whatever the test just send me and I'll go.
This is rough! Never thought It would be me. but I'll keep my head to the clouds. God's got my back. I'm in His hands. I just hope I make Him proud. So Lord stand by me as I weather this storm. Stir up, stir up my gifts. I have more.... much more still left to do.
so devil fall back. I SHALL LIVE!
These are not the words of someone who was afraid of dying. She believed she had a whole life ahead of her, and she did not lie. She is alive today. and her spirit lives on in the legacy of her daughter, Jayla. When God does not take the sickness out of you, He takes you out of the sickness. My child is FREE FROM ALL PAIN AND HURTS TODAY. PRAISE GOD.
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