This is my second blog written to capture memories made with our grandchildren. The link to my first blog, "Meet Our Grandchildren," is listed below in the right hand column. Hope you have time to read some of it. Our journey to becoming grandparents has been full of adventure and much love.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Kara's D.A.R.E. Graduation
D.A.R.E. is substance abuse prevention education and much more!
This year millions of school children around the world will benefit from D.A.R.E. (Drug Abuse Resistance Education), the highly acclaimed program that gives kids the skills they need to avoid involvement in drugs, gangs and violence.
D.A.R.E. was founded in 1983 in Los Angeles and has proven so successful that it is now being implemented in 75 percent of our nation's school districts and in more than 43 countries around the world.
It is a police officer-led series of classroom lessons that teaches children how to resist peer pressure and live productive drug and violence-free lives.
Officer Jim Phelps is assigned as the D.A.R.E. officer for Tamarac School, among other schools in Rensselaer County. He used to live down the street from us on Cloverlawn Road. He has the perfect personality to teach children your age these skills. It wasn't that many years ago he was on Tamarac's stage wearing his green D.A.R.E. shirt.
You worked for many weeks to earn this diploma. Now you need to live what you have learned. Hugs and kisses,
know that I live on, vibrating to a different measure -- behind a thin veil you cannot see through. You will not see me, so you must have faith. I wait for the time when we can soar together again, -- both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life
to its fullest. And when you need me, just whisper my name in your heart . . . I will be there.
The above rainbow appeared over Amanda's garden shortly after her family planted it. Truly a sign our Special Angel Baby is watching over us.
I have been blessed with a wonderful husband, Ken, two amazing daughters, Kristen and Michelle, their husbands, Corey and Don, and five grandchildren who have touched my heart in more ways than I can ever verbalize. My fondest memories are of my Dad spending precious time with my daughters telling stories of times gone by, building forts in his living room, eating corn toasties dripping with butter. The list goes on and on. My daughters recount these memories of Grampa Harpy to their children. This blog is my endeavor to recount special times shared and many memories made with my very special grandchildren. It is my hope they will share them with others as the years go by.