Happy Halloween Everyone!!!
Happy Halloween Everyone!!!
Trish just e-mailed these pictures from the La Patera “Hat and Mask” Parade and it brought back memories of all that was going on last year. We weren’t around to see this:
Miss Grant did a brilliant job incorporating curriculum in the affair. What’s Halloween without kids dressing up as “The Water Cycle”?
All observed by one cheerful spectator and another perhaps more ambivalent.
It seems that part of the preparations for Halloween involves discussion of what one did and wore last year, which makes me quickly aware of contrasts. Last year, we were just coming to grips with the fact that our quick little open heart surgery with the four weeks of recovery was turning into a more indefinite stay. I remember Trish scrambling a bit from a distance to help Oma and Opa get the kids costume stuff together. I remember the drastic shift one felt in leaving the quiet struggle of the ICU and finding oneself in the revelry of Westwood. I remember thinking how this unexpected holiday in the hospital was a planning glitch (instead of the first of several we spent there).
It made me wander back to an old post from last year and filled me with gratitude over the ground we’ve covered. I’ve seen so many more moving examples of parents who summon the toughness I was seeing for the first time when I wrote that. Rest assured, having missed last year, I’ll relish the fun that the simple ritual of dressing up and walking around the neighborhood brings for the kids, but many of our friends around the country whose celebrations will bear unique touches due to unexpected circumstances won’t be far from my heart. I pray that there would be unexpected beauty and encouragement for these special kids and their families. Owen, I’m so glad you should be home in time to trick or treat. Josiah, Moriah, and Stellan–grace and peace (and maybe some contraband candy) to you and your parents. Come home soon!
Don’t weep at my grave,
For I am not there,
I’ve a date with a dragonfly
To dance in the air.
I’ll be singing in the sunshine,
Wild and free,
Playing tag with the wind,
While I’m waiting for thee.
I’m a bit short on adjectives to describe the week that’s coming to an end. We said goodbye to Logan yesterday and our hearts are with Brett and Rayme and their family. It was a beautiful day–clear with shining sun; people gathered together in a show of incredible love; images and stories of a wonderful little boy. And it was the most horrible of days.
I marvel at the love Brett and Rayme have for Logan. The courage that they displayed throughout his life was still evident yesterday as they walked resolutely through the ardous steps of laying him to rest and commemorating his life.
So many words one wants to say, but none will bring the comfort one yearns to communicate. So much gratitude for what we have, but such fear at how quickly it might be gone. Who knew beauty and terror could be so closely linked?
I’m better at feeling yesterday than I am writing about it. I suspect these pictures communicate it best.
We continue to mourn the loss of CTICU friend Logan and anticipate a beautiful celebration of his life this Thursday. Rayme and Brett have shown such courage and vulnerability during this tremendously difficult time. I know they appreciate our ongoing prayers.
It has been hard to know how to celebrate Rudy’s progress this week…we were pleased to find out at Friday’s well-child visit that Rudy finally registers on the growth chart. At 18 lbs 8 oz and 28 inches long he ranks in the 3rd percentile for weight and the 5th percentile for height. Dr. Abbott (pediatrician) is happy with Rudy’s general condition and feels he doesn’t need to see Rudy again for 3 months…unless he gets sick. Rudy is on the priority list for the H1N1 vaccination but the shipment is late in arriving to our Dr’s office so we wait…and are going through gallons of hand sanitizer in the meantime.
I admit that the confidence we’ve felt in Rudy’s progress the past few weeks has been challenged in the wake of Logan’s sudden death. The big exhale I felt after the pulmonologist’s report has shifted to holding my breath again. The Elliott’s loss is a brutal reminder that we can’t protect these little ones from everything…for Logan, a virus turned deadly…as hard as we try to control Rudy’s environment for his protection, ultimately he is in God’s hands…just as he was in the hospital.
I’m not even going to try to figure this one out…just please pray that God will shower Brett, Rayme and their family with comfort and direction as they wade (or maybe it feels more like “drudge”) through their grief. No matter how you slice it, it’s heavy! Thank you dear friends…
Just minutes after posting our gallery of goofy portraits earlier today, Rolf and I got the devastating news that Rudy’s CTICU buddy, Logan, passed away suddenly this morning (Wednesday, October 14th). For our longtime Rudy’s Beat readers, you may remember that Logan arrived in the CTICU just a few days after Rudy…flown in from Santa Barbara at 2months of age when his serious heart condition was detected at a routine well-child visit. Because of the SB connection, we bonded with Logan and his parents, Rayme and Brett, quickly. Although Rudy and Logan did not have the same condition, they did have many of the same complications after their surgeries and for awhile it seemed we were walking parallel paths. Logan’s struggle was fierce and intense but he survived and began to show major improvement which encouraged us as we waited for Rudy’s “turning point”. For eight weeks, we shared life and created community with the Elliotts in the CTICU and rejoiced with them when Logan was discharged at the end of November ’08. I watched Rayme make that tough transition to home after a long hospital stay and when our turn finally came to bring Rudy home, Rayme’s texts and blog comments were of great comfort and encouragement because I knew she had just been through it herself. I ran into Brett and Logan at our cardiologist’s office shortly after we brought Rudy home from UCLA in May. He looked so great and strong and happy. Because he was doing so well (as the above picture would suggest), today’s news came completely out of left field. It literally knocked the wind out of me and I immediately began to sob for Rayme and Brett and their families. Please join us in praying for this precious family…for Brett, Rayme and big sisters Kaelee and Emma. No one saw this coming and, as you can imagine, they need our prayers for grace, comfort, strength and faith as they face this tragic loss. The losses along the way have been hard but this one is tough…hitting very close to home for me and Rolf. Please blanket these dear ones in prayer.
A walk down memory lane…here is the family gallery of 12-month portraits…
Here’s to many more “cheezy portrait” seasons ahead!