tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78620723249179267182024-03-18T23:05:39.129-05:00Tributes to Michael SomersonWritings and photos from family and friends about or to Dr. Michael SomersonJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899245235648232251noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-87776416050725024612009-02-08T09:55:00.003-05:002009-02-08T10:10:05.271-05:00FebruaryIt's that month again, that month of love and remembering.<br /><br />Since I will be traveling this year on Valentine's Day I won't get to speak with you or hold you, but I will in my mind. Time is funny, as it shifts its forms with regularity and it is hard to understand what makes something seem at one moment like it's further behind us, and then at another time, sear us with the physical sense of loss as if it has just happened. I have beautiful pictures of Mike (those Martha E. drawings) in two different places in the house, one by grandmom's hallway so she sees it every day as she wheels by, and one in the dining room so Mike is in there with us. They are Mike in his youthful prime, all hope and potential, all drive and observation. He's an angel in those drawings, full of health, strength and such solemn beauty. I can flash in an instant from those images back to the later Mike, with an oxygen tank as companion, a big ol' belly, and an ear to ear smile. It is interesting to think of Mike as so ponderous in his youth, and so joyful in his later years, even though death was waiting and he knew it. It really helps me to see how he recognized the true joys in his life, all of you, his work, his paying attention. It makes me think about what makes someone beautiful, or happy, or fulfilled.<br /><br />I think Mike will be teaching all of us for a long time. I miss him so much, and sometimes have to remind myself that even though I've just thought to myself, "I want to give Mike a call" I have to catch myself. Now that's a LONG distance call. But I feel him around me so often, a gliding, glowing kind of presence, long streaming hand gestures that are like gentle comets.<br /><br />I send everyone my love and hope that we can multiple the love of Valentine's Day this year.I wish we could all be together in person but our hearts will have to do.<br /><br />RosanneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-53687537426681113502009-01-15T20:33:00.002-05:002009-01-15T21:09:17.072-05:00from crown heightsDear Dad,<br /><br />My thoughts have been with you more than usual over the last two weeks.<br /><br />Sitting on the 2 train to Flatbush, I looked in the hazy reflection of the subway window and saw you looking back at me. I wonder how it must have been for you, moving to the Sounth Side with your loving perspective on life and being faced with the ugly realities of gunshot wounds and polytrauma in the emergency room. Waking up before dawn for a 36-hour workday. Feeling the cold energy of the city, impassive and uncaring. Swallowing your pride and subjecting yourself to the hierarchies of the medical profession.<br /><br />I see your eyes shining and your warm presence, recognizing the paths and experiences we have shared. I feel your strong hand, guiding me through the long days and reminding me of the rewards that lie ahead. You're here with me, Dad, and I feel your love.<br /><br />Jerjerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00311755709836944303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-30101866136238365852007-04-12T14:21:00.000-05:002007-04-12T14:24:26.207-05:00Letter to Dad on Easter Sunday<p class="MsoNormal">Easter 2007</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Dear Dad,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">My thoughts are all on you now.<span style=""> </span>It is early morning on Easter Sunday.<span style=""> </span>Passover began last Monday.<span style=""> </span>Your face is so clear and bright in my memories of these celebrations.<span style=""> </span>Did you know that Jeremy can sing some of the Hebrew prayers by heart (just from his memories of your voice in family celebrations?) I am hoping he will teach Jesse and me.<span style=""> </span>Rosanne said she will teach me the meaning of your Seder plate. <span style=""> </span>The Hebrew teachings and Judaism itself are the basis for so many faiths including ours.<span style=""> </span>We would have been busy at St. Mary’s this weekend except for that we are just starting to recover from the flu.<span style=""> </span>Also, I need quiet time with loved ones to cushion the solemn knowledge that we won’t be seeing you today.<span style=""> </span>I wish our family was gathered together at Rosanne and Alphonse’s home still and that we all had a few months to stay there together.<span style=""> </span>Our time there was very precious.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I miss Rosanne who is carrying all of us in so many ways.<span style=""> </span>I am sure that Rosanne is one of the strongest women I will ever know. <span style=""> </span>She has so much love in her heart for others.<span style=""> </span>She is amazing and we are so lucky to have her especially in times like this. I am glad that you had her as a best friend, Dad.<span style=""> </span>I remember many times when you spoke of good, long, meaningful conversations with her. She is so brave, so strong, so understanding, so caring; you must be so proud of your sister, Dad.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I miss Grandmom who understands your death with absolute clarity. I know that you wondered if she understood your illness and worried about how she would take your death.<span style=""> </span>The image of her determination as she pushed herself out of her wheelchair, stood, walked to the podium, and spoke of you at the memorial service shook everyone there.<span style=""> </span>Tears flowed at that moment. I think her words were (I think-but may need some input here) “He was a sweet kid and he (at this point she gestured towards us) had sweet children”. Then she cried with all the love of a mother who has lost her child, her son. <span style=""> </span>I think I am very glad now that you were not sure she would understand as I fear it would have broken your sensitive heart to know how she would cry.<span style=""> </span>But we do not get to pick how and when we die Dad, and you know you did everything you could to give us all the time and love that you could possibly fit in. <span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I can’t even fathom how much it hurt your body (especially since you never complained) when you stood at the stove time and again trying to teach me how to cook. You continued even when your feet were so swollen that you could not fit into the 4x wide slippers we had found .(the steroid meds temporarily shut down your adrenals and then the cancer shut them down permanently).<span style=""> </span>Thank you, Dad.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I remember you still trying to give Jesse a cranial treatment to help with his teething even as your left hand now trembled slightly most of the time and even though you had to stop because your arms began to shake from the weight of his little head. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I remember you facing your fears and accepting the inevitable side effects from undergoing radiation in the spine to help slow the metastasized cancer so we could have you with us for longer.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I remember your amazing hope and will to live after you survived your first seizure (after which the MICU resident on call that night told us that you might not wake up from and that even if you did there was no medicine or treatment that could prevent another seizure from occurring because the cancer had spread into your brain now. <span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I remember how you agreed to radiation of your brain because the doctors told you it was the only treatment left that might give you just a little more time: at the very most six months (even taking into account the fact that you had already outlived the oncologist’s life expectancy and prediction of your body’s deterioration rate several times so much so that he inquired about the homeopathic and mistletoe treatments you were taking at home). <span style=""> </span>Without the brain radiation treatments I don’t think the hospital would have been authorized to send you home due to the uncontrollable/unpredictable seizure activity you were having.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">You were so, so brave and strong to go through the brain radiation.<span style=""> </span>You had to stay in Dayton Hospice for daily transport by ambulance to Kettering Cancer center even though you really wanted to go home. You took daily ambulance rides that were uncomfortable (cancer throughout your bones on a hard, portable bed for a few hours) then faced claustrophobia as you wore a constrictive head helmet and lay in the radiation chamber. You never complained to me about these things though.<span style=""> </span>I heard of your rough days from the concerned nurse who brought your medications.<span style=""> </span>When I got worried you just reassured me that it was all o.k..<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">You taught me so much about never giving up hope or the desire (will) to live Dad.<span style=""> </span>You taught me how important it is to fight for every moment of time with family and friends even when that fight is fraught with struggle. I hail your bravery Dad as you faced increasing body pain and the sometimes daily loss of your independent lifestyle. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style=""> </span>I remember talking to you on the phone about how at it was at times difficult adjusting to life with a new baby.<span style=""> </span>You were so comforting to me and then you admitted that you were having adjustment issues too.<span style=""> </span>Earlier that morning on a grocery run your motorized wheelchair cart had stopped at the same time (low store scooter batteries I’ve since realized is a common problem for disabled shoppers) as the side effects of your medications had hit and you had been unable to get to the restroom in time.<span style=""> </span>I remember thinking then that I would eagerly choose caring for a few more newborns that choose to take on cancer.<span style=""> </span>It only took a day or two before you were back at the store trying again.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Your courage Dad is something I will always strive for. You had more faith in your body than I ever did and with admiration I watched as you appreciated and worked with your body throughout the entire illness.<span style=""> </span>You seemed to trust that your body still contained within it the strength and adaptability to get you as far as you needed to go.<span style=""> </span>You and your body triumphed Dad.<span style=""> </span>You fully lived every bit of life that was left in you, never wasting a minute. You also succeeded in making it home where you so clearly wanted to be.<span style=""> </span>It was your favorite place to spend time together socializing, to celebrate holidays and special events, and to rest and relax (especially growing plants and trees outside).<span style=""> </span>It was the place where you wished to die. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I miss you Dad.<span style=""> </span>I am only beginning to become aware of all that you taught us in your entire life and through the last few years.<span style=""> </span>I am full of gratitude for your love, your strength, and your hope.<span style=""> </span>You were a fantastic teacher Dad, and you definitely taught by example.<span style=""> </span>Happy Easter Dad. <span style=""> </span>All my love, your daughter</p>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899245235648232251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-72188755231968964992007-04-05T10:11:00.000-05:002007-04-05T10:16:00.272-05:00A place to goJoy, I am so grateful to you for doing this. It is a place to go to be together and to be with Mike. Your writing, and the whole feeling that I get from visiting this blog are both amazing. You've given us all a great gift and Mike a wonderful tribute. <br /><br />One part that strikes me every day is that the memories and time with Mike are fixed now. That's when grief really comes. But your blog helps me to feel that we are carrying him forward with us, in our everyday. This means SO much.<br /><br />So much love,<br />RosanneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-63951335539361812392007-03-19T23:11:00.000-05:002007-04-01T09:10:34.535-05:00March 19th '07--Family Dinner<span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Well Dad, last night Jer</span>, Jake, Todd, Jesse, and I</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">gathered for</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">supper at Arangs (our favorite family restaurant ) for some loving care from Ming and Mae. It was a good night Dad. We lingered for two and a half hours in the party room enjoying eachother and memories of you there. We ordered our latest favorites without hesitation even though you always did that for us:broiled squid, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wakame</span> salad, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">agadashi</span> tofu and the glorious caterpillar roll that Aunt Rosanne taught us about. Jake got something delicious and spicy (I forgot the name), and the rest of us got sushi combos (no surprise there). I remembered when you guys brought Sushi from Arangs to our home after Jesse was born. Thankyou for spoiling us so lovingly! I remember that Sushi was one of the only foods I neverlost during my pregnancy. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">By the way Dad, I finally found another lady who had the same severe sickness that I had during pregnancy. Her doctor was familiar with the condition "hyperemesis gravidarum" and she was actually able to be semi-active and greatly reduce symptoms by using a medication made for chemotherapy patients (Zophran). This gives us a </span><span style="font-size:85%;">lot more hope when thinking of possibly getting pregnant again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">During our meal Jesse was really tired from trying to work with Jer and Brian all afternoon while they did construction on our kitchen so he when he got fussy Mae and Leena entertained him (trying to give me some time to eat) which was great. Then, later on, they brought out some Mango <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ice cream</span> for him and we were all remembering how you gave him his very first <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ice cream</span> here and it had been the Mango flavor (Mae remembered). Jake had not had time for a real meal in a couple of days andit was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Jer's</span> last day in Ohio until September so it was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">definitely</span> time for some good healthy food and a send-off dinner. Well Dad, we had a lovely time hanging out there for a few hours and we missed you but also felt like you were very close. And at the end of supper we all toasted you and Rocky Jones with the smoked eel sushi. (and Jake with the caterpillar roll) I imagine that you and Rocky were smiling down on us. And I am quite sure that by now you have gotten the chance to meet Todd's father, Jesse Freeman <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Cade</span> up there in heaven. Well, until we see you guys again. Lots of love from down here....</span>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899245235648232251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-90472956120861054682007-03-18T01:10:00.000-05:002008-12-09T06:09:51.458-05:00Jesse on his way to becomming a good cook like Grandpa Michael<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItkU1gCzw0mV6KSrTCEaqTruNJVmmK9uYiufR6ZcRaWnglB7igj9q8gPza8xRiZkKfonUdmRWDJ6Ee-q0Yye4yXtFoER4zdg3MshKY2N0WC96Ar27P1mQEJ3PUwdJsi5G9p7ki4gPzLM/s1600-h/March+13th+2007+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043145986295769794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItkU1gCzw0mV6KSrTCEaqTruNJVmmK9uYiufR6ZcRaWnglB7igj9q8gPza8xRiZkKfonUdmRWDJ6Ee-q0Yye4yXtFoER4zdg3MshKY2N0WC96Ar27P1mQEJ3PUwdJsi5G9p7ki4gPzLM/s400/March+13th+2007+041.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHmtUWGBMRai-yn04XhyphenhyphenyEJJSftUzCrKYCsKXZVN-N1q71GeLYDci1qzHCkNbzwbGjavoAiNlBo-mvGSLCYg1yr4nS-wj9lQYZaxgpCLvO1fUK9MEBruK1U9uV8JsPG-1kWXerfmXs-M/s1600-h/March+13th+2007+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043145333460740786" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGk2RbmD2Pr3Mts040QUpIFfZVTrTajzoLeFKOn2fye08RtadxKaLvUQT_ssa9yFKnQ-6KxOFY3zh747VzY6XpK3OEmxIQJmQeBy1kbP-KZ-cW2OfrQ_EUI7Yv679yMgwzAECfYy3ubU0/s400/JAN2007+207.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899245235648232251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-52922425755298400572007-03-18T00:45:00.000-05:002008-12-09T06:09:51.849-05:00Some of our Shivah and Sheloshim gathering times<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr1IeNMeksDusGEdoPviV3K6F5tYxroxESbWMkuNuL2Yv6ye05x2WxOi-obnJuIlCKs68U5OFTqCFXBlXRhqugWT1t-qghEazr-YgjvC8oDfE79ekkBBRt-NqA3Db0oLv4I9q7pqKFRo4/s1600-h/IMG_1387.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043142790840101506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr1IeNMeksDusGEdoPviV3K6F5tYxroxESbWMkuNuL2Yv6ye05x2WxOi-obnJuIlCKs68U5OFTqCFXBlXRhqugWT1t-qghEazr-YgjvC8oDfE79ekkBBRt-NqA3Db0oLv4I9q7pqKFRo4/s400/IMG_1387.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGc1YnvEvDz3F_MMVrKUClmGBU0eYbVrpw1kFggOaURER27Wvzv1FsTPlxjUXyBTu85SgFiP1hHISjMUY03bAW3oG4U86q9hfsrAlHc8mmZ1Lu7VG_z-l4hmaw09TDamUmgs-SzKJ5hSc/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043137074238630514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGc1YnvEvDz3F_MMVrKUClmGBU0eYbVrpw1kFggOaURER27Wvzv1FsTPlxjUXyBTu85SgFiP1hHISjMUY03bAW3oG4U86q9hfsrAlHc8mmZ1Lu7VG_z-l4hmaw09TDamUmgs-SzKJ5hSc/s400/IMG_1367.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899245235648232251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-87282817591426159632007-03-17T23:58:00.000-05:002008-12-09T06:09:53.739-05:00Work progesses on the bathroom project you designed for us, Dad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vsGxnj3QHAVMuTdhzJm5BaAE5aonS9uhA2ZPRLYEZAaMteMqkAHXx5Ir70xriBlXkliHsCUVp-siRBaY_0tI9Y5xOTLq0dBBDVHswWPODZSNqlxBPhNYK2EJP0u6gOpTg5yIqyLvRDA/s1600-h/IMG_1482.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043135824403147362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vsGxnj3QHAVMuTdhzJm5BaAE5aonS9uhA2ZPRLYEZAaMteMqkAHXx5Ir70xriBlXkliHsCUVp-siRBaY_0tI9Y5xOTLq0dBBDVHswWPODZSNqlxBPhNYK2EJP0u6gOpTg5yIqyLvRDA/s400/IMG_1482.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQTjVOez5y-EsnFHL_e913nErKElld1bJuD-3pulj5AsEn9kWwkkt5Jb-YjIyqZSoLsnsnBlVU5I5esZTh7b7KnEbTEZPwPx2lqHC7ahTPT5rSR4nw2vGUHCUsMQmryhHKscRbzfbrZUc/s1600-h/IMG_1481.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043134733481454162" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1UKmy0LhIcpSioq8dKAY9VicZ6pmJE1FRrJOIuDJo6dQrOLlPnbV9VDNi2-qUzNFDo2wJvTg3asFaUaVt4nlTPS-tEPdph2G1YQ4BuneV985HRvq9UuP4FZzR0XbM3Ebqn0NM6mg3i4/s400/IMG_1468.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz70cdtlMhnomFyl-v8jFrESds9qb8UnmVs6RJMMUAWN0NuAoq1h8uUzobHLsGwcHIKol9j8dWhJnPKyP4SFewo-gPmgLq3f9P0U2k6-PUaSKp4pkuGgsgO4CgiGarbTidiltavsu8pUI/s1600-h/IMG_1461.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043131211608271378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz70cdtlMhnomFyl-v8jFrESds9qb8UnmVs6RJMMUAWN0NuAoq1h8uUzobHLsGwcHIKol9j8dWhJnPKyP4SFewo-gPmgLq3f9P0U2k6-PUaSKp4pkuGgsgO4CgiGarbTidiltavsu8pUI/s400/IMG_1461.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaXdWcvkUFMwTs3Ev20NZsMCbK3yDnUC-MzKi81zGSMby7w6zsxlQns7Tt9QjYY_cN1Jw5uL4N28fw6BuR3E-Cwh3qagf022niQEuIHn0xD3TyZ1TesX7ExAjPz9D2Z6BRzaWG9CRhr6s/s1600-h/IMG_1448.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043130777816574466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaXdWcvkUFMwTs3Ev20NZsMCbK3yDnUC-MzKi81zGSMby7w6zsxlQns7Tt9QjYY_cN1Jw5uL4N28fw6BuR3E-Cwh3qagf022niQEuIHn0xD3TyZ1TesX7ExAjPz9D2Z6BRzaWG9CRhr6s/s400/IMG_1448.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_f9kQnOqNPCKch6BWuNUMMUmcTOAWyRjIi9nuT8dcfNAZw6Tymjw2EueLQwaiOAvj0jLW-Hvai9IltnHCtziICaLPt8LEpd8j_4ZB2OiqkI35qG7hkBI4ArKfY49wQSt3H552H-_FIY/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043130069146970610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_f9kQnOqNPCKch6BWuNUMMUmcTOAWyRjIi9nuT8dcfNAZw6Tymjw2EueLQwaiOAvj0jLW-Hvai9IltnHCtziICaLPt8LEpd8j_4ZB2OiqkI35qG7hkBI4ArKfY49wQSt3H552H-_FIY/s400/IMG_1445.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Dear Dad,<br />So many friends have offered us their help Dad and I just had to show you these photos of Jeremy fixing our bathroom. He's been working nonstop to help us with our house projects so we can try to sell our house in Piqua and hopefully move into 614 Barnhart Rd. We all realize how much we love your house and want to keep it in the family. It will be nice to come home to a place where we can feel close to you and all of the memories our family made there. We have also enlisted Brian Dunne's help. He is such a gem-kind, knowledgeable, helpful, and as you know a devoted, young, hardworking father like you were. Jer has been so patient with Jesse who is intrigued with him and his work and has been "helping" him out.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899245235648232251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-66108345627782253782007-03-17T23:23:00.000-05:002007-03-17T23:31:41.549-05:00A favorite family song from the soundtrack (CD titled) "Down From The Mountain" and I think from the movie "Oh Brother Where Art Thou"Some Bright morning when this life is o'er, I'll fly away<br />To a home on God's celestial shore, I'll fly away<br /><br /><em><strong>CHORUS:</strong> <strong>I'll fly away, O Lordy, I'll fly away (in the morning)</strong></em><br /><strong><em> When I die, Hallelujah, by & by, I'll fly away</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br />When the shadows of this life have grown, I'll fly away<br />Like a bird that prison bars has flown, I'll fly away<br /><br /><strong><em>CHORUS</em></strong><br /><br />Just a few more weary days & then, I'll fly away<br />To a land where joys will never end, I'll fly away<br /><br /><strong><em>CHORUS</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><em>by Albert E. Brumley</em>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899245235648232251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-27335571615269563312007-03-17T23:02:00.000-05:002007-03-19T11:11:37.734-05:00January 2007-The Last Lullabye Dad sung to Jesse, Morgan Burt, & JoyANGELS WATCHIN' OVER ME ( from the book <strong><em>Rise Up Singing )</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><em>Chorus:</em> All night, all day, angels watchin' over me, my Lord<br />All night, all day, angels watchin' over me<br /><br />Day is dyin' in the west-Angels watchin' over me, my Lord<br />Sleep my child & take your rest-Angels watchin' over me<br /><br />Now I lay me down to sleep-Angels watchin' over me, my Lord<br />Pray the Lord my soul to keep-Angels watchin' over me<br /><br />If I die before I wake-Angels watchin' over me, my Lord<br />Pray the Lord my soul to take-Angels watchin' over me<br /><br />Children, sleep, the moon is high-Angels watchin' over me, my Lord<br />You are safe & love is nigh-Angels watchin' over meJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899245235648232251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-90017097944338048122007-03-17T22:55:00.000-05:002007-03-17T23:49:39.855-05:00March 14th, 2007 (Thoughts about that stormy day)The rain fell thick and heavy<br />It lasted all night long<br />Cleansing the streets and quenching the earth<br />It sang the cry of our hearts<br /><br />The day was long and grey<br />With a mood dark to match it<br />One muddled about in a fog<br />Feeling sad, heavy, lethargic<br /><br />There is fear for the feelings here<br />One might want a way to avoid them<br />Friends say No, for time heals pain but<br />Feelings grow worse from postponement<br /><br />Crying is healthy, so we've heard<br />And Mother Nature confirms it<br />For the sweetest air you'll ever breath<br />comes the morning after Spring ShowersJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899245235648232251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-37710886583668529342007-03-12T17:28:00.000-05:002008-12-09T06:09:53.903-05:00A Letter To Dad From Sam<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijEd54HLNmocKG4CiG70ATOinbMth68sr1OJ4JEEe0T4F9xZxyhTXlv_00eFMR86fDjbMMg4GfRR2VXIjYOs4YkGdWmnuEiqRVltY7lx3MpPbxTxzW3hoI93kx6c9PFgqef7FboyyuvVs/s1600-h/Sam's+Letter.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041169254388166882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijEd54HLNmocKG4CiG70ATOinbMth68sr1OJ4JEEe0T4F9xZxyhTXlv_00eFMR86fDjbMMg4GfRR2VXIjYOs4YkGdWmnuEiqRVltY7lx3MpPbxTxzW3hoI93kx6c9PFgqef7FboyyuvVs/s400/Sam's+Letter.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899245235648232251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-45892600442989445362007-03-08T16:20:00.000-05:002007-03-11T00:32:29.349-05:00"Dad's Hands"Sunday, March 4th<br /><br />I miss you, Dad. I miss your strong warm hands. Your hand squeeze gave me so much comfort and reassurance. As the trembling in your hands grew worse, the comfort your hands brought grew only more potent. Even after your second and final seizure when your eyes had swollen shut and each breath was labored you still squeezed my hand when I placed mine inside yours. You still carried me while angels waited to carry you.<br /><br />We placed your bed in the sun room where you loved to sit and watch the wild birds come to eat and rest in the oasis you made for them. Here we hovered near you trying to be helpful and to comfort each other. I remember praying and trying to keep your lips moist with water as you were only breathing through your mouth now. Most of all, though I remember again and again slipping my hand into yours for comfort. And even then as you were less and less with us and were closer and closer to God, you still squeezed my hand. Thank you Dad for helping me through your death.<br /><br /> You picked the perfect night for our vigil. Thick snow blanketed the world outside bringing stillness and quiet. Then the snow stopped for a couple of hours around one in the morning. A beautiful scene developed outside of the sliding glass doors near your bed.The moon was bright overhead as it lit up the whole backyard. Your wild birds came out for a mid-storm snack. Some hovered at the feeders, others hopped about on the new-fallen snow looking for dropped seeds. I went from your bedside to the window and then back again wondering if I should try to get a few hours sleep or if I should stay by your bedside. I looked outside again and saw a small bunny hopping nimbly across the snow along the edge of the treeline. It stopped by a slender sapling poking out of the snow and stayed there for a long while. I think it was having breakfast there.<br /><br />I felt as though you had sent this happy peaceful scene to let me know that everything was alright. I could imagine your concerned voice advising me to go to bed even as you were engaged in the incredibly intense fight to exit your physical body and return in spirit to God. I wished later that I had never left your side that night. I wish I'd known what a small amount of time you had left. Then though, I had only felt a strong sense of peace and calmness and I left you laying there in your struggle to get in bed with my husband and baby. You were always so worried about our needs, so so much more than your own.<br /><br />Thank you Dad, for leading us through your illness and your death. Thank you for having found acceptance and peace yourself. Thank you for your humor, your patience, and your determination to live every last minute . Thank you for the many times you pushed through the pain and fatigue so that you could spend time with us. Thank you for sharing every last bit of yourself that you could before you had to go.<br /><br /> We arose the morning of your death to Joyce's fresh coffee and to gentle happy music playing. She had awoken from a short sleep. She must have felt you needing her. We didn't know it but we didn't have much time left with you . Joyce had already called Dr. Plumb by the time we got up. He was going to come over as your breathing had changed and sounded worse to us. Jake was going to brave the unplowed roads from Cincinnati first thing in the morning and Jeremy had just called as he had finally been able to get a flight from Germany despite all the shut down airway traffic. He would be home soon too.<br /><br />We stood beside the bed, worrying about your breathing, Joyce still with the phone in her hand from talking to Jeremy, when you let out one long last sigh and then you breathed no more.<br /><br />We looked at each other, stunned, I think, and then relieved. No more suffering, Dad. No more pain. No more struggling to leave behind the body that was failing. Well done, Dad. I am so, so proud of you. And thank you for always thinking of us, for trying to prepare us and as always, thank you for holding my hand the whole way through. Thank you for teaching us how to live, how to live with illness, and how to die with love and peace.<br /><br />Dad, thank you also for including me in the circle of friends and family who did all they could to help you out. My ability seemed mostly just to be visiting with you Dad, (me, Jesse, and Todd). Thank you for letting me do this in your last hours, Dad. It was an honor and a privilege that I will be forever grateful for. With lots of love, Dad,<br /><br />Peace out,<br />JoyJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899245235648232251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862072324917926718.post-56944859666929075172007-03-08T15:41:00.000-05:002008-12-09T06:09:55.671-05:00Recent Pictures of Dad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vmfDHjFkQEQ9LHBlihEq7aQXK7neg3inM5PRpnzX-5gJ9cShVhyLnqaCI7nMiTSlaWjGWBUE6ciCb8Cpdokx7vN6cXF3NPBuPg-npWlomBMvaB7LOdGCzp19TvbRUkbuzf_sKDOy7Ag/s1600-h/Jeremy+and+Dad+making+music+October+2006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039658863899390306" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vmfDHjFkQEQ9LHBlihEq7aQXK7neg3inM5PRpnzX-5gJ9cShVhyLnqaCI7nMiTSlaWjGWBUE6ciCb8Cpdokx7vN6cXF3NPBuPg-npWlomBMvaB7LOdGCzp19TvbRUkbuzf_sKDOy7Ag/s400/Jeremy+and+Dad+making+music+October+2006.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6xb6P_S631GNbrWWtsDjY1IDtaCksL9BM3B3oS-UGhJTHw8i-rsUcVzQf04zNCKjDSG7yOLMHxWQ-JrWyroxW-O3eocdObLU9gD8YqUtB1ZXNlxUeRXfrRnMy-flUzfGcuGM8vtEeihM/s1600-h/Dad+and+Jeremy+singing+October+2006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039657274761490754" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6xb6P_S631GNbrWWtsDjY1IDtaCksL9BM3B3oS-UGhJTHw8i-rsUcVzQf04zNCKjDSG7yOLMHxWQ-JrWyroxW-O3eocdObLU9gD8YqUtB1ZXNlxUeRXfrRnMy-flUzfGcuGM8vtEeihM/s400/Dad+and+Jeremy+singing+October+2006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Jeremy and Dad making music together - October 2006<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZFkbVRbkF5zv11jOsbVyDr-CvgCtaCAYbrynysY8wCODuAE3l2vqpNWRHdbxMuNjt_3smDixnZjACkh8sqOfvZc-8rQNeuu1g3IPAp1-41w03PLXbe32iLWhmGoakTvIMceNQbBQcXA/s1600-h/Dad,Jesse,Danielle%28Dad%27s+friend,angel,+and+nurse%29+and+beloved+dog+Dandin+DEC2006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039660822404477314" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZFkbVRbkF5zv11jOsbVyDr-CvgCtaCAYbrynysY8wCODuAE3l2vqpNWRHdbxMuNjt_3smDixnZjACkh8sqOfvZc-8rQNeuu1g3IPAp1-41w03PLXbe32iLWhmGoakTvIMceNQbBQcXA/s400/Dad,Jesse,Danielle%28Dad%27s+friend,angel,+and+nurse%29+and+beloved+dog+Dandin+DEC2006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Dad, Jesse, Danielle, and Dandin at home - December 2006<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQNEH9KcqMGRQO13HuRCVd4YUOWB8WBD_IYIu4sqh-cY8abIVUAYW1goRQCwXRy8SBe-gHsh_WiBjJWHN7nwuB_m8shz8QEhWkL_sfqOlfMOb01uWkLSJFYmNYcbtCM3JcTwtTpKL3dA/s1600-h/January+13th+2007-Grandpa+buys+Grandson%27s+first+shoes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039658498827170130" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQNEH9KcqMGRQO13HuRCVd4YUOWB8WBD_IYIu4sqh-cY8abIVUAYW1goRQCwXRy8SBe-gHsh_WiBjJWHN7nwuB_m8shz8QEhWkL_sfqOlfMOb01uWkLSJFYmNYcbtCM3JcTwtTpKL3dA/s400/January+13th+2007-Grandpa+buys+Grandson%27s+first+shoes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Dad buying Jesse's first shoes - January 13, 2007<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIKUN3voTyOoTcB7ex4qO7DUc2Cxzd68ifNyd_pVXxsXCXSXpSh-2WMPQaTKG-UfD65v8aieiRxPdJky7AB5_GSAmc9Hb2HG7ycZ3vKwPYrrfwatNnU87PRQ4l5auVg-f4SWtDs3eqis/s1600-h/January+24th+2007+Dad+recieving+fantastic+care+at+Granview+hospital+from+colleagues+and+friends.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039659516734419314" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIKUN3voTyOoTcB7ex4qO7DUc2Cxzd68ifNyd_pVXxsXCXSXpSh-2WMPQaTKG-UfD65v8aieiRxPdJky7AB5_GSAmc9Hb2HG7ycZ3vKwPYrrfwatNnU87PRQ4l5auVg-f4SWtDs3eqis/s400/January+24th+2007+Dad+recieving+fantastic+care+at+Granview+hospital+from+colleagues+and+friends.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03PeGxZf4eIek6BQfWWmTkCiYlbIZgTQbSFK5SRJCe4Zt43Cg9ewfSOS9uYqYBaxn3az1TWM9_T5NJFb68Jj84cpCK_iTGSMV7UOxUr29aI6R6B-jB2EFLX7IifwmxOBoUA9KX0e_vgU/s1600-h/Jake+with+Dad+on+January+24th+2007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039664305622954418" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03PeGxZf4eIek6BQfWWmTkCiYlbIZgTQbSFK5SRJCe4Zt43Cg9ewfSOS9uYqYBaxn3az1TWM9_T5NJFb68Jj84cpCK_iTGSMV7UOxUr29aI6R6B-jB2EFLX7IifwmxOBoUA9KX0e_vgU/s400/Jake+with+Dad+on+January+24th+2007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Jesse, Jake, and Dad at Grandview Hospital - January 25, 2007<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuYZ-EGhIvJvkdpF58znZeAbvmf_ogVAzFO9e_R81Xsn76uXY5lyIPzUE5RL4FzudCbM28BOYfPOE2reSe6iXvHOKcCiDa2vpwjb7VDHyi-_UoqiU5OhPZNtMWC3P_a_Pm_YhAzrJi2vs/s1600-h/Dad+and+Grandson+Jesse-Michael+during+stay+at+Dayton+Hospice+during+brain+radiation+treatments+JAN+31,+2007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039662720780022162" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuYZ-EGhIvJvkdpF58znZeAbvmf_ogVAzFO9e_R81Xsn76uXY5lyIPzUE5RL4FzudCbM28BOYfPOE2reSe6iXvHOKcCiDa2vpwjb7VDHyi-_UoqiU5OhPZNtMWC3P_a_Pm_YhAzrJi2vs/s400/Dad+and+Grandson+Jesse-Michael+during+stay+at+Dayton+Hospice+during+brain+radiation+treatments+JAN+31,+2007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQA-5POAdnJHnWocjIBmG152XM2Jwb5UnLEIAaXgQY_op-RO9t51SzJHvv7KgE9DGk8lhqNg6jbfu-cGLqKIlcCuXO3LDjhZVk7Sjm2PuoawsQO80MhNQbMDmrLaFZqf9Zk2PM0ajO4U/s1600-h/JAN+31,+2007+DAD+had+only+great+things+to+say+about+the+concerned+and+caring+staff+of+Dayton+Hospic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039663644197990818" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQA-5POAdnJHnWocjIBmG152XM2Jwb5UnLEIAaXgQY_op-RO9t51SzJHvv7KgE9DGk8lhqNg6jbfu-cGLqKIlcCuXO3LDjhZVk7Sjm2PuoawsQO80MhNQbMDmrLaFZqf9Zk2PM0ajO4U/s400/JAN+31,+2007+DAD+had+only+great+things+to+say+about+the+concerned+and+caring+staff+of+Dayton+Hospic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Jesse and Dad during his stay at Hospice of Dayton - February 1st, 2007<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqC5aBm7XjljDCG84gaDpkDZ9GhyphenhyphensOE6nhtMGIU7lYoB7yIkTM2ecmjZ9kLKQ63qKDxXt2r5CgzfgET-6CX-VdUJ4roXsc_mpee_OfFQK4YUqs2qcwwOpKZ-x8fBYijrbtlOEcAr3YX4/s1600-h/Superbowl+2007+party+%28thankyou+Hospice+of+Dayton%29+Dad+and+the+Miconi+family-Ezio,Carol,and+Cesira...Todd+and+Jesse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039675017271390658" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqC5aBm7XjljDCG84gaDpkDZ9GhyphenhyphensOE6nhtMGIU7lYoB7yIkTM2ecmjZ9kLKQ63qKDxXt2r5CgzfgET-6CX-VdUJ4roXsc_mpee_OfFQK4YUqs2qcwwOpKZ-x8fBYijrbtlOEcAr3YX4/s400/Superbowl+2007+party+%28thankyou+Hospice+of+Dayton%29+Dad+and+the+Miconi+family-Ezio,Carol,and+Cesira...Todd+and+Jesse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Superbowl party at Hospice with the Miconi Family - February 4th, 2007Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899245235648232251noreply@blogger.com3