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Torin Brady DeLong born 01-25-2004 passed away peacefully in his mother's arms at his home in Chippewa Falls Wisconsin on 09-18-2011.
Torin is survived by his mother Kat DeLong, father Dan DeLong (Becky), brothers Jaedon DeLong and and Nathan
DeLong. Grandfathers John Hesson (Sue), Clifford DeLong, Aunts Lorena Nimke (John), Kristine Moos, and Patricia
Plemon. Uncles Jim Bertsch, Mike DeLong and David DeLong. Cousins Tanner and Scott Nimke and many special friends, nurses, and doctors who fought valiantly for
Torin.
He is preceeded in death by his grandmothers Virginia Radman, Loretta
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To know Torin was to love him. If angels exist on earth, Torin was one of them. Lessons that he taught everyone who knew him about courage, honesty, purity, and truth will live on in each person that had the opportunity and honor to know him. Torin enjoyed the wind in his hair, swimming, music, laughter, spending time with his brother Jaedon, and loving his nurses! The beauty that was Torin will live on forever in our hearts.
Services for Torin will be held at 11:00 a.m. on Thursday, September 22, 2011 at Landmark Christian Church, 4140 126th Street, Chippewa Falls, WI with Pastor Brad
Crocker officiating.
Friends and family can visit Wednesday evening from 5-7 p.m. at Fuller-Speckien-Hulke Funeral Home, 3209 Rudolph Road, Eau Claire and from 10 a.m. until the time of services at the church on Thursday morning.
A committal service will be at 4:00 p.m. on Thursday at Forest Hill Cemetery in Knapp, Wisconsin.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made in Torin's name to the Chippewa Valley Habitat for Humanity, 2233 Golf Road, Eau Claire, WI 54701.
Online condolences may be left for the family at www.fullerspeckienhulke.com.
Fuller-Speckien-Hulke Funeral Home is assisting the family with arrangements.
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The Story of the Cracked Pot
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A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it; and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."
"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His table. In God's great economy, nothing goes to waste.
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--Author unknown |
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