Thursday, May 31, 2018

Is This GOD'S Brain?

Just a Question; Could Dark matter be like brain cells or like our brain whuch is made up of cells that are neurons and glial cells as there are roughly as many synapses as there are stars in the sky. So is the Universe a giant brain made up of matter and dark matter? Is This GOD'S Brain?
A Richard Abbenbroek thought for Today:

Wednesday, May 30, 2018


Do you remember as a kid, the feeling of daring yourself at night to walk across a dark room?
In a way you were excited because you know; you really know that there is nothing there to hurt you.
Some people get to choose their dark rooms.
They get to look for places where fear is only skin-deep but some people are nowhere near that lucky, as sadly the choice is made for them.
Due to my volunteer work with Missing Children, I have never known what to say to the parents and families of murdered loved ones.
The only thing that I can think of is to offer them my prayers so that they and their families are given strength and comfort during such a difficult time.
While they walk through their dark rooms, not of their own choosing.
With Love and,
Written by Sir Richard...Photo by Sir Richard.
The Phantom of the Opera - The Music of the Night
George Harrison - Beware of Darkness


“One of the best new talents to come our way in a long time… Great music, super vocals, the whole package… that’s Bailey James.” 
– Ed Carter



I think you are kind but people in general love to interpret things in their twisted minds and think that they were right.

True, but we are all guilty of this at times. It takes a strong person to admit they were at one time wrong. A powerful person to apologise and make things right.

Sir Richard Posted;
This Hu And Abbenbroek Thought For The Day.

Tuesday, May 29, 2018


1989 – So a friend of mine told the abductor of my Daughter: “Listen, and understand, because you abducted Richard’s youngest daughter. That he is mad as hell and what has surprised us all, he has acted really fast hunting for you out here. One thing for sure is; he can't be bargained with. He can't be reasoned with. For what you did he doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear and he will absolutely not stop, ever, until he recovers back his child! Then he will do whatever it takes to try & see that you’re locked up behind bars for a very long, long time!” So you better return her and or make peace cause I am just saying…
Here I am again, alone another memory date and as always, it’s hard to decide where I should start and at the same time very easy for it’s all there. All the memories - pain, fear, stress etc. - are just a recalled flashback away!
My story started simply enough: a failing marriage with a spouse who threatened to leave at any moment and with the spoken and unspoken threat of, “when I leave you will also never see your daughter again!”
Boom! It happened and as I was too close to realize it, or I did not want to believe, for I was taken by surprise!

I shall not go into the reasons or the mental avalanche that I went through. It was hard 29 years ago, for as a male I was told by one Police Officer; “To be happy, that since the old lady and kid were gone, why I don’t go have a beer?”
At the same time I am a male and the stigma of my gender and at that time, people thought I must have done something wrong to bring this about. Hey, you’re a male, just for that alone, you probably deserve it!

The fact is that I did not deserve it and no one, female or male deserves it, ever!!

My main concern was for my child because the person who had her in my opinion was mentally ill and a drunk and safety of my daughter was paramount. This person did not take and deny me my daughter because she wanted exclusivity. She took her to extract some sort of warped infliction of pain on me. The proof of this is that in the 29 years plus since I got my child back, she has never tried once to see our daughter. Not that you cannot find me either, as I am not that hard to find or that she was denied visitation, just unsupervised visitation.
For the parents like me who have lived through this hell, they know what I am talking about. We are all members of an exclusive club (family if you like), that has the highest entrance dues imaginable: the temporary or permanent loss of your own child. Imagine that your own flesh and blood child taken due to whatever horror that one can come up with.
After my youngest daughter was returned to me I wanted to repay those who helped me, through all of this!

Eric Sommerfeldt at Child Find Alberta listened to all my rants, frustrations and pain; he did so with Great Patience during all hours, many days and through many tears.
Even through hard work and a steep learning curve for myself, in a system that at that time had all the odds stacked against me.
I was blessed with the return of my youngest daughter.
Mostly I had help through prayer, my co-workers, family, friends, lawyers, judges, even police and many people who I would never have met if not for this tragedy.

For back then, I had made 2 promises to the GOD, that if my prayers were answered and my daughter was returned to me safe and sound, then I would make sure that no one I ever came across would have to go through this horror the hard way, like I did. Promise 2, is that I would also become a follower of Jesus Christ.

From 1989 on, I helped out with finger printing other people’s kids for Child Find Alberta. That was nice and my youngest daughter had fun helping out as well. It was not really what I wanted to do though and it did not fill the parameters of my self – made promise.
I nagged and nagged the Child Find Alberta Office and In 1991 I became a card carrying volunteer of Child Find Alberta.

I was trained by Dave Credland to be a volunteer Case Manager for parents of all missing children. I was on call 24 hours a day and seven days a week, for Alberta, British Columbia, N.W.T.'s and the Yukon.
At the time I assisted parents in exploring their options to locate their children. Giving them emotional support while and taking their information for Child Find Alberta, for essentially I am just a good listener.

Though I am not a trained social worker/psychiatrist or lawyer, what I do let them know is that I am a parent. Who like them, has already gone through the same fog of despair of a missing child. I give them my hand and together, we walk as far as we can.
After I gathered the necessary information I send it to the full time week day Staff and Investigative Unit via whatever means possible. From that point the full time week day, Case Managers then set up appointments and started the process to hopefully recover the Missing Child.
Since then, I have taken 300 plus calls all hours of the day and night and in some of the strangest places.
Once, I was out of town and on a power pole assisting in the installation of a new power line to my family’s new garage. I was passed up a cell phone by my sister with a distressed parent of a Missing Child on the other end. I relied on my memory of the conversation to write my report. At that time of Child Find Alberta’s operations, I was afraid that I would lose the call, if I moved or hung up for a moment. So I stayed on my power pole and the bonus was that I also had a great view of the Rockies!

One of my scariest calls and we all have one, is a call that I received at 3 AM from a young man who informed me that he had run away from out of province and he had just arrived in Calgary. He went on to inform me that he was getting no help from anyone even though he was a reported “runaway”. The Police and drop in centers would not help him and I was his last resort!
With help from my late wife I was able to contact the Calgary City Police Services and they were going to send a car around to this young man.

He threatened suicide if I did not come down to where he was and help him out. I explained that I could not come down to where he was and that the Police would soon be there to help him out. Then he abruptly said well, “That’s it!” “Thanks for nothing!” “My death will be on your hands” and he hung up.
We both (my wife Joyce and I), sat there in the dark enveloped in the chilling silence and just did not know what to do.
The Police dispatch said that a car was to be dispatched but how long would that take and was this young man still at that location??

Both my wife Joyce and I just stared at each other and I was torn about going to him or not but that was not in my training, as I had done all that I could do.
I did not sleep much that night and the next day I was informed by Dave Credland that when the Police arrived at that young man’s location.
That there was not just one young person there, like we thought but also several others. Who, if I ignored my training and went to personally assist him, they would have promptly mugged and robbed me for my efforts. This young man not only was a runaway from out of province but one with a long list of outstanding violent arrest warrants to his credit.

These are again just two of my bizarre stories that we, who do this kind of volunteer work sometimes come across.

Through all of these calls and experiences I was lucky enough to keep my promises.
Which again was to make sure that no-one whom I ever came across, would have to go through this horror the hard way, alone like I once did.

I then had the honor in March 2003 to be chosen to attend training and become a member of an organization called Team H.O.P.E. (Help Offering Parents Empowerment) for 10 years (2003-2013) I was a volunteer for the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children's Team HOPE (Help Offering Parents Empowerment). Since then combined with Child Find Alberta work I made nightly calls to over 408 Parents and assist them in the recovery of their Missing Children, again starting with Child Find Alberta and then through Team Hope of the National Center of Missing and Exploited Children. The NCMEC is the U.S.-based center that was co-founded by Patti Wetterling, Abby Potash and John Walsh of America's Most Wanted after the murder of his son Adam.

I took all calls related to Missing Children, North America and also, International. I was able to handle these through the extensive training that I received. Also I was proudly part of the team called the “Grief Busters”, which is Team H.O.P.E.’s most western group of volunteers.
From which, I have brought these new skills to Child Find Alberta and I use them regularly. For I now have more knowledge to offer and I am making great headway to keeping my self-made promise. For my promise continues and will probably continue till I do not.

Also in 2004, I became a Christian at Center Street Church, to keep my second part of my 2 promises. From here at Center Street I again volunteered I was able to take the little bit of computer knowledge and use it to help build a Computer Lab at the High School in KwaZulu-Natal Province, Bhekulwandle South Africa. Through Samaritan’s Purse Canada, I went to the Gulf of Mexico (Mississippi & Louisiana) and I assisted in the recovery of 70 Hurricane Katrina ravaged homes. I am very proud of all this and I am also in awe at how far I have come since I was the very distraught parent of Missing Child 29 plus years ago.
Posted by Sir Richard…

Monday, May 28, 2018

2018 IS 29 YEARS

2010 IS 21 YEARS AFTER ABDUCTION! ( When I 1st Posted This )

So other then I, who’s counting?

I believe though that I have made a pin prick difference as I worked with 408 Missing Children.
So on my tombstone, I want written “Made Pin Prick Of A Difference”
F.Y.I. as I have been Volunteering since 1989 at various things to this day.
For I have Volunteered for Child Find Alberta and once as a Volunteer with an Org. called Team Hope.
Currently I volunteer at the HANGAR FLIGHT MUSEUM but I did work with different types of missing children.

Runaways, US, Domestic and out of Country Parental Child Abductions,
International Child Abductions to Canada, U.S.A. Sudan, Turkey, & Zambia Europe Japan Korea plus more!

I am sending this as I just thought you might want to read a success that I was part of.
By the way I am that Team Hope person in the below story and the children were recovered, that is why I call this a Pin Prick Story of Success!
"The Crime of Family Abduction: A Child's and Parent's Perspective"
See Pages 22-24 as I was the volunteer who worked on Daniel's Story:

Sir Richard - Who Experienced HOPE!

Sunday, May 27, 2018


Joyce Evelyn Henwood-Spence
July 4, 1956 – May 27, 2014
 it's like a best friend, but more.
It's the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else.
It's someone who makes you a better person.

Actually, they don't make you a better person...
You do that yourself, it's because they inspired you.
A SOULMATE is someone who you carry with you forever.

It's the one person, who knew you and accepted you
and believed in you and you in them, before anyone else did
or when no one else would.

And no matter what happens, you'll always Love them.
Joyce you are Missed by me,
your reciprocal SOULMATE.
by Sir Richard…
Posted with LOVE
For my Lady Joyce.
From her Sir Richard
Photo by: Sir Richard
Music by:
Away Down The River - Alison Krauss
Martina McBride - All The Things We've Never Done
Indila - Derniere Danse
Sarah McLachlan - ANSWER
Sarah McLachlan - In the arms of an angel
Published in The Calgary Herald from May 27 to May 29, 2015…/calgaryherald/obituary.aspx…


MAY 27th, 2014.
This is so important for me to talk about and yet hard. Though those who are weak of heart please just delete, as this may be upsetting. For as you write of a child’s birth into this world, that same child must be written the day that she oe he left this earth.

I know where Joyce is and that she is waiting for me. In a dream, just after she past she told me that she will be coming for me one day but I have reason to be here right now and it is not my time! My reason could be as simple as a smile but sadly it is not not slaying Dragons as I am more of a Don Quixote knight for my King of Kings JESUS CHRIST. Hence by His Command; a smile it is…

We were both in sort of DENIAL OF THE END TIME TO COME, yet we both knew the end was coming. As the O2 to her brain was getting less and less and maybe she did see her Grandmother that one day before I brought her home from the Hospital FOR THE LAST TIME.
Great Grandmother Henwood likes you Richard; Joyce said and I felt good about this as I am finally loved within the family, eh?

As for the passing Joyce wanted it within her and my control only, as when her previous husband took his own and Joyce was in such shock. Other family members took over and she lost control etc. she was always irritated about this.

So, with her at times and I alone visited funeral homes for pricing and compassion comparisons.
We choose a place out of town.
Joyce sent me on a task to find out what her final funeral costs would be, so we could transfer money.

Which I believe now, it was so she could be alone with herself, sensing that her end was near and that she would not want anyone to be with her, other than herself when she passed. After the appointment, as I drove home I had a very strange feeling come over me

I looked at the clock, it was 2:15 pm and I felt something which is hard to describe but I'll try. It was as if I was being electrocuted or vibrated for lack of a better word. It was the most intense tingly peaceful warmth/safe that I have ever felt. It started in my spine in my shoulder area and spread to the rest of my body in waves, down to my feet, up to my head and out through my hands. This went on for a couple of minutes and at one point I could not feel myself driving home and then a voice said; ”NO NEED TO HURRY RICHARD”.
I questioned myself; "Is this what hand of GOD feels like?” I was fearful but not to the point of trying to stop it. I just relaxed, slowed down and drove the posted highway speed back to our home...

Joyce was to come with me and check things out but that morning she had lots of issues; such as knocking off her O2 mask off and spilling her pill tray, every which way and she told me to go to the funeral home as she would be fine but was tired and wanted to stay at home. The person that we had over from AECS to give her a shower at 11am came, as we needed help for my weak left arm I could not lift her but I did change the bedding and got her breakfast and a coffee ready as I did every morning for last 22 years for Joyce.
After all I was only to be gone 1hr and 1/2 what could possibly go wrong? “Kiss Noise I Love You” to each other we said and kissed each other.

When I got home the dogs were not right at the back door waiting for my return, as Lily did not even run to meet me at the back door but stayed on the couch looking well, different. I FELT ODD TOO and ran upstairs or really hobbled up. I found our other dog Lucy sitting beside Joyce, Lucyjust kept looking at me then back to Joyce then back to me?

Joyce sometimes as her idea of a joke, would play dead on me to see my frantic reaction. Though pretending to be upset, as after a few decades, the frantic wore off and I never really ever got mad at her, as I did go along with it just to make her laugh.
This time though, as I tried to get her to stop this act, her reaction was all wrong?? Joyce had one eye open and one eye shut. Her blanket I had covered her because she was cold was sort of tossed but then she over heated lots and for Joyce this was nothing new.

I shook her and knew soon she would stop the act just as she had in the past, NO this is not happening and she was not cool to the touch!
WAKE UP JOYCE.!!!! I CALLED 911; started to do compression's but she had said to the hospital folks to not to do this to her as she did not want her ribs broken? I did compression's anyway!
Not good on bed as I needed to get her on the floor but my Cancer ruined left arm has no strength and I will hurt her if she comes off the bed and hits her head!!!!

The guy at 911 was driving me crazy with questions and I am crying or cry-howling really. Lucy dog leaves the room. I throw the phone across the room still compressing. She feels not right her O2 has been running and her tummy was distended, dear GOD what is going on??

Oh GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!!!! The Doorbell rings; do I answer and go down stairs or not??? Compression's will then stop. Not good, not good. Fuck U people I thought as I put both dogs in my office area and shut the door. So, I hobble down the stairs and open the door, just then EMT, FIRE, POLICE ALL AT ONCE CAME IN; I said, she’s upstairs! Like a herd of Buffalo, we all moved back upstairs. They are with Joyce I break down even more as they had gotten her on the floor for better compression's.

My GOD THEY CUT HER BLOUSE OFF! Defibrillator is charging I cannot stand, I cannot watch THIS!; “CLEAR!”. OH GOD, OH GOD, if only I stayed home, if only I did better compression's, if only....
I retreated into the hallway bathroom and sit on the floor near the toilet as I thought I was going to be sick and I am still cry-howling!
Then the two Cops come into the bathroom WHY???
CLEAR; 2nd Defibrillation. More Compression's, come on do it again I thought! JUST ONE MORE TIME, LIKE ON TV, IT WILL WORK!! Clear; 3rd Defibrillation then what seemed the Longest Sound of Silence. Mr. Abbenbroek? yessss.., I sobbed and sputtered out.

by Sir Richard Abbenbroek…
Photo by: Sir Richard
Sir Richard The Bayo-Hunter

Tuesday, May 22, 2018


They say that behind every man there’s a Great Woman! In my life this is so true, as what I became would never have happened without Joyce. Sure, many other dynamics and people came into my life to make me who I am today…

Though Without Joyce:
“The Fires of Hell” could well be licking at your toes, she always reminded me. Joyce was my center as I started my quest to find the Comfort and Love that is JESUS CHRIST.

Without Joyce:
I would never have learned how to make pictures of a rabbit and tank on a Dot Matrix Machine and work with computers. She gave me the courage to go to night school, so I could make it into the Information Technology Department at the Calgary Public Library.

Without Joyce:
I wouldn’t have been able to take that little bit of computer knowledge and use it to help build a Computer Lab at the High School in KwaZulu-Natal Province, Bhekulwandle South Africa.

Without Joyce:
I would never have had the ability to make nightly calls to over 408 Parents and assist them in the recovery of their Missing Children, through Child Find Alberta and Team Hope the National Center of Missing and Exploited Children. Volunteer with my late Wife Joyce at Inn from the Cold, learning from her how to help those so in need.

Without Joyce:
I could never have gone to the Gulf of Mexico and assist in the recovery of 70 Hurricane Katrina ravaged homes in Mississippi & Louisiana. Or become & Rapid Response Chaplin at Samaritan's Purse Canada without Joyce and GOD.

Without Joyce:
I also Volunteered on 2 Parent Sponsoring Committees of Royal Canadian Air Cadet Squadrons - 781 Squadron and 538 Squadron. Proudly watching my Step Son make it to Sargent and Granddaughter make it to Warrant Officer in rank. Or be there for when my youngest daughter needed a real Mom or when my eldest daughters water broke as I was there for her eldest daughter for the same.

Without Joyce:
I would never have had the simple joy of having a Family, Grandchildren and puppy dogs. She was My Best Friend, she loved me like No Other Human being and taught me to share this Love with many who needed it and even those who may not have deserved it. Which is something good, that GOD taught both Joyce and me.

But with Joyce:
I had Twenty-Eight years together 1986 – 2014 May 27th; that have gone by in a blink of an eye. We traveled life’s road and have been there and done that, made it through moments of pee your pants giggles, struggle and strife. Yet my life on this earth was made better With Joyce and yet I must live another day and night alone.

Without Joyce.

Written by her Stud Muffin and Husband Sir Richard...
Photos of Joyce: by Sir Richard
Paul Brandt Video Condolence Message to Richard:
Paul Brandt - When you call my name

Saturday, May 19, 2018


By Shiraz Tilley
Shiraz, aka Raz, sparkling songstress, harmony-queen, multi-instrumentalist, producer, music teacher (Miss Raz) and musical chameleon extraordinaire, cheekily refers to her amazingly eclectic, genre-hopping and genre-blending music as indie-folk-pop-rock-country-blues with a touch of soul, a taste of swing, a tang of Latin and a trace of funk. Shiraz will take you on a journey that will raise your spirits, capture your heart, soothe your mind and stir your imagination.

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Published on 19 May 2018

Wednesday, May 16, 2018



May 30TH, 1989 - MAY 30 2017
For I forget NOT, and the nightmares returned no more.
Now 29 years after my youngest daughter was Abducted on May 30TH 1989 and Recovered August 10TH 1989.
As it’s hard to decide where I should start and at the same time, it is very easy for it’s all there.
All the memories, the pain, the fear, the stress, are just a simple recall of a flashback away.

The moment from a long time ago, on the day when my world was really turned upside down and my child abducted.
In hindsight, it all was because of nothing more than another person’s whim, of control over me. So, they could say, look at what I can do to you and you cannot stop me!
Even though it is now long ago, during a time when my dreams become reality and my new reality, would seem to become dreams.

To this day I am actually still deep inside haunted, as it used to play back in my dreams, this haunting was from nothing less, than a person’s smile.
A smile from the last time that I saw this Parental Child Abductor 29 years ago, as she walked out of Court.
Walking past me that smile which said; “I am free unpunished and I am feeling all powerful, as my twisted mission for you is accomplished.
For you cannot stop me and just wait and see what I will do to you next” ...
And so it was on every night or every other night long ago, this smile used to come back into my thoughts, via my dreams as pure night terrors.

Published: Saturday January 7TH, 2006 in the Edmonton Journal & Calgary Herald Newspapers.
May 30TH, 1989
Racked by fear and sick with grief over his missing child, Richard Abbenbroek made a pact with God: If he got youngest daughter back safely, he would then become a Christian and find a way to help other parents going through this same hell.

As of 2018 it's been 29 years since he got down and prayed for the return of his daughter, who will be 33. Richard has kept his word -- he attends Centre Street Church in Calgary, he was a Case Manager volunteer for Child Find Alberta from 1991 and for 10 years (2003-2013) Volunteered for the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children's Team HOPE (Help Offering Parents Empowerment). Since then Richard had combined with Child Find Alberta work made nightly calls to over 408 Parents and assist them in the recovery of their Missing Children, again starting with Child Find Alberta and then through Team Hope of the National Center of Missing and Exploited Children. The NCMEC is the U.S.-based center that was co-founded by Patty Wetterling, Abby Potash and John Walsh of America's Most Wanted after the murder of his son Adam.
Richard wanted to make sure no one "would have to go through the horror the hard way, like I did," after his former wife left their Calgary home, taking his youngest daughter with her.
He had been with his youngest daughter’s bio-mother for five years when she became pregnant. They married a year after youngest daughter was born. Until then, their relationship seemed happy and normal, he says.
Then his ex-wife became severely depressed and started drinking. His happy relationship crumbled. She constantly threatened to leave, saying: "When I leave, you will also never see your daughter again!"

On May 30TH, 1989, Richard arrived home to find clothes, bedding, food, and other odd items missing. Richard’s wife and child were gone. Richard felt the whole house closing in on him.
Trying to explain his feelings at this point, he says, “I just sat in the kitchen and cried for myself and my youngest daughter and the whole lost family thing. How could I explain this to anyone? Where have they gone? Is this the end of their relationship? As I sat, tears fell like rain, sobs loud, my head hurt. I couldn’t think; I only could cry.
I felt so ashamed, not for any-thing I did, but more for what I could not prevent.”

He searched the house frantically for a note or some clue as to where they may have gone nothing. Richard’s wife had even taken the phone books, which listed the numbers of friends and family. Once the initial shock had worn off, Richard was able to recall a few of the numbers from memory. He discovered through mutual friends that his wife and his youngest daughter were still in Calgary but were staying with relatives.
Knowing it wouldn’t do any good to try to convince his soon to be ex-wife to come home, and not wanting to cause further harm to the child; Richard applied for and received an interim custody order for his youngest daughter. He was devastated to learn that his wife had then, taken the child to British Columbia. This rendered this order useless, for now Richard’s wife must first be served before the order could be in effect.
How do you serve someone you can’t find? The relatives were nu-cooperative when Richard inquired as to his wife’s whereabouts. He feared she would soon go to the United States, making his search even more difficult. He had to act fast. Child Find B.C. helped him file an interim custody order with the Supreme Court of British Columbia.
Doing much of the legwork himself, Richard constantly badgered the Calgary Police or any Police, RCMP, county sheriffs and lawyers. The stress was so great; his weight plunged from 108 Kilograms to 68 Kilograms. It was at that point he made his pact with GOD.
Richard said he was appalled at the lack of aid and information available to parents in abduction cases. Many of the agencies he dealt with were less than helpful; some were totally unresponsive. One police officer even told him with a straight face that he should be happy. "Since the old lady and kid were gone, why not go have a beer?"
His case was further complicated because he was a father looking for his daughter while battling a common at that time and even now a misguided perception that children are better off with their mother.

To get the system to act, Richard was forced to get police to lay child-abduction charges against his wife. Even this charge was difficult to enforce Canada-wide. It required an order be filed with the BC Supreme Court to make all law enforcement agencies act on the warrant for his wife’s arrest.
Legal technicalities and financial difficulties and a supervisor who hid from Richard that his 4 weeks of vacation for that year were gone (they were not but he sure could have used them), hindered Richard’s search. His wife had left him thousands of dollars in debt with no funds, no credit, and bills to be paid, Richard was left with virtually no money to use to locate his youngest daughter.
On Aug. 10TH, 1989, 72 days after she disappeared with youngest daughter, Richard's wife was tracked down and arrested. She was charged with parental child abduction, but never showed up in court.
Richard obtained a divorce the following June 1990, along with full custody of youngest daughter.

Even though he had his daughter back, Richard said he lived in fear for years afterwards, always looking over his shoulder in case someone again tried to take youngest daughter.
Even if a parent is lucky enough to be reunited with a missing child, life is never the same for the family. They must start over, undergo counseling and live with the fear the child could be abducted again.

Richard says after he was granted full custody of his youngest daughter, he thought he noticed people watching his house and the Day Care his daughter attended. He worried constantly that his ex-wife would exact revenge by taking his daughter again. This is after his youngest daughter told him that mommy said she was going to steal her back from Daddy again one day!
Richard’s Quote; "For the parents like myself who have lived through this hell, they know what I am talking about. We are all members of an exclusive club (family really), that has the highest entrance dues imaginable: the temporary or permanent loss of your own child!"
Written and posted by Sir Richard…
Aka Richard Abbenbroek

Sunday, May 13, 2018


We walk together, yet alone we walk.
We live with each other, hear many voices; alone we talk.
For the glue that binds us are our births, the lives we live, our deaths and through this; we are all, watched by GOD.
As we choose to eat this, consume that, be with her or be with him, Love them or Love them not.
Tonight, I'm thinking about where I'd rather be; as I may have burned all my bridges.
Sunk all my ships and I have stranded myself, with my back at the edge of the sea.
I think of my life’s family and many a friend, many children; also that some of us who have reached our mortal end.
For through it all, one by one, we really all die alone.
One thing that is for certain, is that we are all Loved by GOD; as He calls us home, even past then…
By, Richard Abbenbroek.

Saturday, May 12, 2018


I need to tell you something:
People have had it with you!
They’re done!
They want nothing to do with you any longer, and here’s why:
They see your hypocrisy, your inconsistency, your incredibly selective mercy, and your thinly veiled supremacy.
For eight years they watched you relentlessly demonize a black President; a man faithfully married for 26 years; a doting father and husband without a hint of moral scandal or the slightest whiff of infidelity.
You even had the gaul to cast a sort of Satan look alike of President Obama, in a film about when JESUS CHRIST was in the wilderness?
They watched you deny Obama's personal faith convictions, argue his birthplace, and assail his character all without cause or evidence.
They saw you brandish Scriptures to malign Obama and use the laziest of racial stereotypes in criticizing him.
Through it all, some of you Evangelicals never once suggested that GOD placed Obama where he was, you never publicly offered prayers for Obama and his family like do with other leaders.
You never welcomed him to your Christian Universities.
You never gave Obama the benefit of the doubt in any instance.
You never spoke of offering him forgiveness or mercy, for all the the fake evils he was supposed to have committed.
Some of you Evangelists never publicly even thanked GOD for his leadership.
Some of your Pastors never took to the pulpit to offer solidarity with him?
You never made any effort to affirm his humanity or show the Love of JESUS to him in any quantifiable measure.
You violently opposed him at every single turn, without offering a single ounce of the Grace you claim as the heart of your faith tradition.
You jettisoned JESUS as you dispensed damnation on PRESIDENT OBAMA.
Yet today, you openly give a “mulligan” to a white Republican President, a man so riddled with depravity, so littered with extramarital affairs, so unapologetically vile, with such a vast resume of moral filth that the mind just boggles and the change in you is unmistakable!
It has been an astonishing conversion to behold: of a being born again!
With Trump, you suddenly find religion.
With Trump, you’re now willing to offer full absolution.
With Trump, all is forgiven without repentance or admission.
With Trump you’re suddenly able to see some invisible, deeply buried heart.
With Trump, sin has become unimportant, compassion no longer a requirement.
With Trump, you see only your own Providence.
Believe me, that with some of you Evangelicals, many people who have had it with you, they now see it all clearly!
They recognize the toxic source of your inconsistency.
They see that pigmentation money and party are your sole deities.
They see that you aren’t interested in perpetuating the Love of GOD or emulating the Heart of JESUS CHRIST.
They see that you aren’t burdened to love the least, or to be agents of compassion, or to care for your Muslim, Gay, African, Female, or Poor Neighbors as yourself.
They see that all you’re really interested in doing, is making a GOD in your own ivory and cash green image and demanding that the world bow down to it!
They recognize that this is just all about a white, Republican Jesus not dark-skinned JESUS CHRIST of Nazareth.
For I know you don’t realize it, but you’re digging your own grave in these days; the grave of your very faith & tradition.
Your willingness to align yourself with cruelty is a costly marriage. Yes, you’ve gained a Supreme Court seat, a few months with the Presidency as your own grievance mouthpiece and the cheap high of temporary power but you’ve lost a whole lot more!
You’ve lost an whole audience as the fields are currently ripe and full with millions of wise, decent, good-hearted, faithful people with eyes to see this ugliness.
You’ve lost any moral high ground or spiritual authority for at least a generation.
You’ve lost any semblance of CHRIST likeness.
You’ve lost the plot.
Yet most of all, IMO through all of this you’ve lost your soul's.
I know it’s likely you’ll dismiss these words.
The fact is that you’ve even made your bed with such malevolence, shows how far gone you are and how insulated you are from the reality in front of you.
This is why I had to at least try to reach you?
For it’s what JESUS CHRIST would do!
Maybe you need to read what He said again, if He still even matters to you?

A Posted Opinion for Thought
by Sir Richard... 

Friday, May 11, 2018


· Volunteer at THE HANGER (Air Museum) Calgary
· Volunteer at promoting New Female Country Music Singers
· Volunteered at Seed of Hope Community Development South Africa
· Volunteered Katrina Relief & Rapid Response Chaplin at Samaritan's Purse Canada
· Volunteered with Centre Street Church, Sound, Stage, Recording and Video Departments.
· Former Retired. at Royal Canadian Air Force
· Formerly Active in the Royal Canadian Air Cadet Squadrons 604 and 52
· Former Volunteer with my late Wife Joyce at Inn from the Cold
· Former Volunteer at Child Find Alberta - Every Child Safe from Harm
· Former Volunteer at National Center for Missing & Exploited Children
· Former Volunteer on 2 Parent Sponsoring Committees of Royal Canadian Air Cadet Squadrons 781 Squadron and 538 Squadron.
· Former Hostler/Brakeman/Elec. Apprentice at Canadian Pacific Railway
· Studied at S.A.I.T.
· Went to James Fowler High School
· Lives in Calgary, Alberta
· Widowed
· From Calgary, Alberta
My Motto:
Be without fear in the face of your enemies.
Be Loving & GOD will Love thee.
Safe guard the helpless!
Sir Richard,
A knight in thy service of the KING of KINGS.
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