Ce site est dédié à la mémoire de Pietro Lupo.
Pietro est né à San Giovanni Gemini, Agrigento, Italie, le 29 Août 1932. Il est très aimé et ses amis et sa famille se souviendront toujours de lui avec affection.
Pietro è nato a San Giovanni Gemini, Agrigento, Italia, il 29 Agosto,1932. È molto amato ed i suoi amici e la sua famiglia si ricorderanno sempre di lui con affetto.
Pietro was born in San Giovanni Gemini, Agrigento, Italy, on August 29, 1932. He is much loved and will always be remembered by all his friends and family.
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Thoughts
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
he was walking along the beach with the LORD.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: one belonging
to him, and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he
questioned the LORD about it:
"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
you, you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when
I needed you most you would leave me.”
The LORD replied:
"My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you.”
written by Carolyn Joyce Carty
salim
22nd January 2013
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Pietro Lupo.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Princess Alice Hospice on 18/01/2013
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland