Pauls Impact Statement

Impact Statement March 2010

Paul R Blomberg

Seasons, a time for everything, the season was late fall of 1977 and our special gift from God

was due and being a gift, we did not know the gender, but it did not matter, for we only had one

name for our gift and that was "Samantha."

Now a new season with a Samantha. Then a short season and Samantha was joined by a

Matthew.

The seasons slipped by six then seven and how they did fly. Samantha the eldest, the one in

charge not only of her brother, but the neighborhood pack. The season of her teen years soon

disappeared.

The season of a daughter becoming a  young women with the most gorgeous red hair was now

here. 

The sharing of  Samantha's aches and joys, like the season our family had a small ranch on the

snake river  in Owyhee County. I would sometimes take  Samantha, Matthew  and a friend

of theirs out for the day or weekend and if they were going to ride motor bikes or ATVs there

were strong rules for safety.

Anyway, I'm out there on an old cat tractor and I look across the field and Matthew and

Samantha's friend Janelle are traveling at a very safe speed, and then I look way out in front and

all I see is dust and red hair  blowing out from under the helmet. Samantha's aches and joys are

about to begin, and I wouldn't trade them for anything. The joy of seeing her riding in the wind

and sharing the aches of a broken collarbone  while the whole time I'm  thanking God

Samantha is OK. 

Samantha the glue of the family that love holidays and if you ever were to be in her car after July

you just may here a Christmas song to two.

My heart would pound with love and joy when I would here Samantha say "Daddy.”

A new season, and how proud I am  to walk Samantha down the isle and give her hand to a fine  

young man. A beautiful new season for Dan and Samantha with lots of love and hopes and joys.

And also a Dads love and hope that there maybe grandchildren and that his daughter Samantha

will be close by in a Dad's winter season of life as my sister was there for my Dad.

The seasons for Samantha are no more, the family glue is dry, the words I prayed to here "Daddy

you're going to be a grandpa" are not to be, and Christmas songs in July are something of the

past.

And now I give thanks to God for the gift of seasons with my Samantha.