Merry ChristMORE!

A lot has changed in the past year, huh?

Been a tough one! From so many directions. Decided I'd take a moment out to jot a quick note to remind myself of a couple things along with anyone that still wanders onto these pages periodically.

First of all, on Dad's behalf I want to take time to remind you (Dad would've started weeks ago) not to forget the Reason for the Season!

Frequently we all get so wrapped up in the hustle and bustle - whether at the office, the mall or at home. Sometimes even the church... you know, planning the cantata or candlelight service. Or maybe collecting toys or food for the needy.

So much to do and so little time!

There's a song titled Reason for the Season by the country group Lonestar. They lay it out pretty well.

He is the light that shines on our lives
The baby Jesus born in God's grace
So we all might rejoice on this day
He is the reason for the season

It is a time for presents and toys
Tales of Saint Nick
Tidings of joy
As we celebrate the miracle birth
Oh right here on this earth

He is the reason for the season
He is the light that shines on our lives
The baby Jesus born in God's grace
So we all might rejoice on this day
He is the reason for the season

He's the reason for the giving
The joy thats never ending
That comes on Christmas morning in the eyes of a child
It's what it means to me and you
That's the true meaning of this time.
Secondly, on Michaels' behalf I want to tell you not to waste a moment with the ones you love.

We never know when our time here is through. We can't get 'one more day' like the previous post imagined. But we can make the most of every minute.

And don't sweat the small stuff! Live it! Then nothing's left undone if (all-to-soon) those moments get interrupted.

God bless you & yours... Merry ChristMORE!
John:)

One more day?

Ever wish you could spend just one more day with someone you've loved & lost?

Me? Many, many times over this past year! And I'm almost certain that all of us have at one time or another in our lives!

Dina gave me a couple of wonderful books last year... For One More Day & The 5 People You Meet in Heaven, both by Mitch Albom. Great books for anyone I think, but especially worked for us after the year we've had (does my wife know me or what?).

On Sunday, ABC aired the premiere of Oprah Winfrey Presents: Mitch Albom's For One More Day. It's the story (from Oprah's website) of Charley; a broken-down former baseball player who's collapsed into alcoholism & despair. He returns to his hometown planning to take his own life.

At the final moment he is magically granted one more day with his departed mother, Posey, who illuminates the secrets of both their lives and shows Chick a way to redemption.

The prologue of the book begins by saying, This is a story about a family and, as there is a ghost involved, you might call it a ghost story. But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

If you could have that One More Day - who would you spend it with & how would you spend it?

I've included the theme song (written by Diane Warren & sung by Nick Lachey; available for download the 18th on iTunes) from the movie below. Listen to the words as you think about that question a little bit.

God Bless!
Johnny


As the song says:
I wouldn't ask for money. I wouldn't ask for fame. I wouldn't ask for the power to make this world change. If I could have one thing, that one thing that I would choose... is one more ordinary day with you!

I miss you, Dad! You too, Michael Roy!
JE:)

Superman Saves 5 Lives!!

So here's what happened in our week.
TL

I received my letter from the LifeCenter Northwest Organ Donation Network on Friday.

I've been expecting this letter since we left the hospital and getting more anxious about it everyday. It was the letter to tell me where all Michael's organs went and about the person who received them.

I was terrified that I was going to receive a letter that said, "I'm sorry, but we were unable..." (We already thought we had known the man that was to receive one kidney and pancreas and then were told that he had not received his transplant because he was too ill.)

I'm writing this to share with everyone who has been so supportive through everything that has happened, so they may rejoice with us in the lives Michael made the choice to save.

In the letter we learned that:

His right kidney went to a 16yr old girl in Washington, who had been diagnosed with kidney disease at age 11 and had been on dialysis.

His left kidney along with his pancreas went to a 43yr old man, with diabetes since age 4, from Washington. It quoted him as grateful for renewed health and "freedom from the insulin shots I have had all my life."

His liver went to a 55yr old man from Washington.

His heart was given to a 60yr old man from California.

And his LUNGS (yes they got to go too & we'd thought they were too traumatized to be donated) went to a 57yr old single mom in Washington!!

HE SAVED 5 LIVES!!!!

It is such a relief to know that all the transplants went so well and each recipient is recovering well! I now have a direction for my prayers!! Over the next two weeks, I will write letters to the recipients to tell them about Michael and his exceptional love of life.

I don't know if I will ever hear back from them (the letters go through the donation network) but that is not what matters. Everyone will handle this in different ways. What matters to me is the ability to share his story and then to continue to pray for them and their ongoing health.

Once again thanks to all for the love and support given over the last 5 weeks. Please continue to keep us in prayer for our healing, but also add these 5 people, blessed with Michaels' gift of life!

God Bless! Trish (TL)

Happy Wacky Wednesday!

First of all, to those who have taken (or will later) a moment to remember Dad & the family today, Thanks!

We appreciate the prayers & support so many of you have honored us with over this past year… more than you can imagine!

Austin’s school is having a special day today… it’s Wacky Wednesday!

A day where, as a thank you for showing up to support our school at McTeacher’s Night last week, the kids and staff get to be Wacky!

Didn’t Dad love opportunities like that? In fact, did Dad ever really act what most people would consider normal?

Thankfully, NO!

That’s a BIG part of what made him so special. His desire to stand out from the crowd. To be different. TO BE WACKY!

And he was great at it!!

Everyone Dad met knew there was something different about him. Not all could put their fingers on what it was; but whether you were the checker at the grocery store; a church member – past or present; the waiter or waitress at Denny’s; or maybe a member of the family… we all loved what we saw in him!

You know what it was, right? It was HIM in him! God’s light shining through!

Take time today to do something Wacky today and let your Light shine! Dad will be looking down at you with a big smile on his face - doing one of those famous Toyota Jumps!

Happy Wacky Wednesday!
Johnny:)

By the way… 2 things I wanted to pass on for any of you reading this today.

Tomorrow night from 4 to 8pm at Eatonville Middle School, there will be a Spaghetti Dinner & Auction to honor Michael, with all proceeds going to Tricia Lynn to help with the mountain of expenses. Please come!

Secondly, Trish e-mailed these passages to the family this morning to help remind us – on this day, especially – who is in control here! I share them with you to do the same.

Peace
The Lord bless you and keep you-- the Lord turn His face toward you and give you peace. - Numbers 6:24,26

Hope
"For I know the plans I have for you...." declares the Lord. ..."plans to give you hope and a future." - Jeremiah 29:11

Love
The Lord your God is with you. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His care. - Zephaniah 3:17

The Best is Yet to Be!

A couple of TL's friends found this poem with a beautiful medalion and presented it to her a few days ago. Trish decided to use it in the program for Michael's Memorial Service that was held yesterday. Thought you might enjoy it.

It was almost like having Dad there...
Uncle John

The Best is Yet to Be!

My earthly days are over
Angels wings have set me free,
My days are spent in Heaven
The best is yet to be.

Surrounded by His glory
Earthly roots could not hold me,
Each day is spent with Jesus
The best is yet to be.

No more sickness, no more pain
My illness had to flee,
My body is made new again
The best is yet to be.

And if I had just one more day
To spend on earth anew,
I'd be sure to let you know, my dear
The best is yet for You.

When your earthly days are over
And angel wings have set you free,
Just reach your arms toward Heaven
The Best is Yet to Be!

- Debbie Oyler

And the Beat Goes On...

Michael Roy Jamison
November 23rd, 1989-September 17th, 2007

And the beat goes on…

(In his own words)
Some call me a poet, others a guitarist, and then some a lyricist. Me? I say I’m an artist of music. I’m a senior at Eatonville High.

Lets see, I play guitar - I absolutely love that thing. I call it my "Baby". I run track, play tennis, and am a pole-vaulter. I love it to death; its so much fun! And it’s what I’m meant to do.

I am a religious man believe it or not, and a lot of things I do revolve around that (but there’s also a lot that don’t unfortunately).

I’m out with my friends a lot; it’s just what I do. I wear cowboy boots almost daily, and you won’t catch me without a hat on my head, unless someone takes it and that don’t usually last long.

I like to sit round the fire at night and just chill, it’s a passion and a way of life out here.

Mike was born November 23rd, 1989 in Seattle, WA and passed away surrounded by family and friends on September 17th, 2007.

He was survived by his mom Trish Ellis (Chris Simpson); dad Jamey Jamison (Sabrina McCoy); brothers Jeremy & Jesse Jamison; grandparents Patti & Ralph Steuber, Joanne Jamison and Patricia Ellis; aunts Myrna, Brenda, Tina (Jeff), Debbie (JJ), Stella (Duane), Becky, Liz, Pam & Cindy; uncles Jim (Cheryl), John (Dina) & Tony (Jeannine); cousins Casey, Karlene, Sean, Eli, Austin, Thomas, Cooper, Winston, Houston, Joy, Zoe, and many, many other extended family members and friends.

He was preceded in death by grandfathers Lincoln “Buzzy” Jamison (1981) & A.W. “Buddy” Ellis (2006).

There will be a memorial service at Eatonville High School, 302 Mashell Ave. in Eatonville Saturday, September 22nd (12 noon) with reception to follow. Viewing will be Monday, September 24th (10am-1pm) at Fir Lane Funeral Home & Chapel, 924 East 176th Street with a graveside service immediately following at the same location.

The family has requested in lieu of flowers, donations be made at any Key Bank in the name of Michael Jamison to help with hospital & funeral costs.

And the beat goes on…

Donor Update...

Just wanted to get you an update, with some great results... all things considered.

We found out yesterday that kidneys (2 different recipients), liver & pancreas (1 recipient) were matched for transplant. We were really hoping for heart and lungs as well.

His lungs were too damaged to be considered, and after 2 units rejected his heart due to some trauma it has received during the course of the accident - it appeared we were going to proceed to the operating room last night about 10:30 unless another program was found.

Then at about 10 pm last night, the folks at Stanford University (which we're told is a more aggressive unit), informed Harborview that the heart was accepted and viola, Mike's heart was destined to continue on!

We had to wait a little longer than expected for the surgeon from Stanford to arrive, but at about 6:30 this morning, after many teary moments, Michael was off to the operating room to save and/or vastly improve 4 unknown lives.

...and the Beat Goes On!

Praise God!
John

We'll Miss you, Mike!

What a year, huh?

Hard to even remember a time when things seemed 'normal' anymore.

Imagine yourself sitting in a chair... fully supported and comfortable. When all of the sudden, someone comes along and kicks one of the legs out from under your chair.

As we all know, it's tough to keep your balance sitting in a 3-legged chair.

Well, for the past 14 months since Dad's aneurysm (11 months since he passed), I for one, continue to struggle to find balance in that 3-legged chair.

Then Saturday Night/Sunday morning someone came along and kicked another leg out from under the same chair.

My nephew Mike was in a roll-over accident, and air-lifted via LifeFlight to Harborview with severe brain trauma. After hours of unsuccessful efforts, he was pronounced dead today at 11:04am.

Try balancing that chair for a while.

Mike had registered to be an organ donor, and we're currently waiting while that progress continues. 24-36 hours is the window which officially began about 9:30am or so.

Keep the family, especially Tricia Lynn and Mike's Dad, Jamey in your prayers through these hours as they stay with Michael to see his wishes fulfilled.

Thanks, John:)

On a side note, if any of you have the ability or an interest in helping towards funeral expenses, etc... please click here to let me know.
JE

Here's some video passed along of Mike at a recent EHS ball game.
We'll Miss you Mike!

Keepers

Every once in a while I get something I feel I have to share - this is one such e-mail (received from my other dad - Ralph). I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Keepers

I grew up with practical parents who had been frightened by the Great Depression in the 1930's. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it.

She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it. A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other.

It was the time for fixing things: a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that repairing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.

But then my mother died, and on that clear fall night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away - never to return.
So, while we have it… it's best we love it, care for it, fix it when it's broken, and heal it when it's sick.

This is true for marriage, and old cars, and children with bad report cards, and dogs and cats with bad hips, and aging parents, and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it - because we are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important... like people we know who are special… and so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! then I found other people I think of in the same way.
________

Now it's your turn to find the people that are "keepers" in your life!
John

The grass is always greener!

Okay, so the cliche' isn't really fitting, but it's the first thing that came to mind when I went to type a title.

Anyhoo... The picture you see to the right is from Dad's birthday. Tricia Lynn & crew went to visit and Surprise, Surprise (in case you couldn't tell, I wrote that part using my best Gomer Pyle voice) we have grass!

Finally (actually, I'm told there was grass on the ground Fathers Day, but still took 6 months or better)! The picture I took back in April showed dirt and rocks, so I thought passing along one with grass & a birthday flower was nice.

I'm also including a smidge of TL's e-mail. She's been up to visit the site a couple of times recently and I thought her e-mail said a lot about the visits. Since I'm usually baring my soul on these pages, figured it'd be nice to include a bit of insight into someone else's (Hope she doesn't mind... not like she has a choice, huh?).

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I somehow feel closer to Dad while there. I never thought I was the kind of person to get something out of that but when I'm there, I find myself wanting to talk to Dad more than I do elsewhere.

I know he's not there in my rational brain but that doesn't seem to matter when the emotions take over. Never thought that of myself. Anyway, took a pic so all could see it with grass and a flower for his birthday.

Hope you all found some comfort in the memories of Dad today. I love you guys.

Happy Birthday Dad!!
Love, TL
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Have a great day... Go find your 'greener' place!
Johnny:)

One year later!

Actually, by date it would be tomorrow (the 16th) but it was Sunday, so it's a toss-up.

Either way, I went to services at High Pointe this morning.

It marks the first time that I've even attempted to walk through those doors since last year. Lots of tears before and after, but those have become such a regular part of each day, that they don't spoil days anymore.

They've just become a measure of times we're close to Dad and his memory. Seemingly, the closer - the more tears! That being said - I guess today I was really close, which in retrospect made today a pretty GREAT day!

Ron Shepherd (the one Dad called my other brother) was preaching today. He's starting a 3 week series called 'Surpise Endings: When God takes you somewhere unexpected...'.

Today's sermon was 'Staying on the Path to Your Dreams'. The question was asked, "How can I realize my dreams?" The answer? Now, listen close, this is BIG... Learn to respond to detours!

That's when it hit me why I was really there. Yes, I was there honoring the last place (outside of a hospital or rehab facility) that Dad stood, preached, told jokes, hugged, etc. The last place Dad was seen being Dad - before things changed! But I was also there to get a bit of a spiritual smack upside the head from God and (indirectly I guess) Dad.

Quick point recap... my apoligies Ron, if I mess these up.
1.) Recognize the source of your desires (are you listening to God?)
2.) Cooperate with Circumstances (they will prove you or destroy you)
3.) Resolve Conflicts (take charge of internal intruders)
4.) Remain Alert, not afraid (don't become carless to marriage, work, etc)
5.) Finish the Preparation (be a mirror image of HIS preferred future for you)

This past year has definitely been a year of detours. Never in a million years would I have imagined we would be celebrating (I use that term most loosely) the one year anniversary of his aneurysm. I've failed responding to those detours many times over the course of the year. I'm still learning! I know that, with time, I will get better at handling the detours.

In the mean time I acknowledge that those detours are in God's plan to make me stronger, and continue to build me into the man God has planned for me... the man Dad was guiding me to becoming!

For now, I'll just keep striving to become that man. And trying to learn how to handle the highs & lows.

Thanks God, for the spiritual smack. I needed that!
Happy Anniversary!
Johnny:)

For your consideration (part of Ron's Ministry Philosphy from the bulletin).
INVEST in the deserving...
HELP the needy become willing...
LOOK to myself: reenergize!

One more thing. Do you want to listen to those last 2 sermons again? Thanks to HPCC, they're still available (for now at least) on their site or by clicking the links below.

The God of Second Chances Speaker: Buddy Ellis (7-16-06)

Dare to Dream Speaker: Buddy Ellis (7-9-06)

...you look like a monkey & you smell like one too!

Does anyone have the number to heaven - I wanted to call with birthday wishes?

I'd have sent a card but with all of the changes in stamp prices - I have NO idea how much postage that would need!

Yes, it's that time again! Can you believe one year ago today (it's actually still not quite the 12th, so I guess technically I'm talking about tomorrow), I sat with Dad celebrating his birthday over lunch at El Toro's.

A mere 4 days later... he was in the hospital!?! And so began the fateful journey we find ourselves still enduring!

We all know Dad loves a good party! And if there was food involved; even better! I can only imagine how BIG the celebrations are up there. Not that they're celebrating 'birthdays' inparticular (maybe 'rebirthdays'), but we do know that every day in heaven brings so many reasons to celebrate!

I found a poem recently that - while it's written from a childs perspective, speaking to loved ones left behind - it is most definitely appropriate for all ages. "A Birthday in Heaven" is copyrighted & reprinted here with written permission from the author, Kris VanDyke Smith.

This, and other original poems to help soothe a grieving heart, can be found at www.mcadangel.com There you can also order a personalized copy of this and many of her other poems.

A Birthday In Heaven
© 2005 Written by Kris VanDyke Smith

I heard you crying yesterday
And felt your heart-sent love
So I’m sending you this message
Now, from Heaven up above.

You’re wondering if I’ll celebrate
My birthday (way up here)
I know you’re missing me today
I feel your essence near.

God planned a special day for me
He told me with a wink
He’d ordered me a special cake
(It’s Angel food, I think)

I’m getting lots of hugs from God
He’s really good at that
And every time that I walk by
He gives my head a pat

Balloons will fill the streets for me
They float up through the clouds
And we have lots of clowns up here
That make us laugh out loud

There is a birthday carousel
Jeweled horses ride the wind
With music playing oh so sweet…
The magic never ends

I’ve made so many friends, you see
We laugh and play and sing
We ride our bikes and play jump rope
And sleep in Angel’s wings

We’ll have our cake and ice cream
And open gifts, surprise!
But we don’t blow out our candles here
Instead, they light the skies!
Celebrate something today! Sing 'Happy Birthday' a time or two. Imagine Dad dancing one of his infamous jigs down the golden streets of heaven... heading to the party over at God's house.

If you look close & squint your eyes real tight - you can just barely catch the glow from the candles!

Happy Birthday, Dad!
Johnny:)

Don't Worry, Be Happy!

I just read the previous post... it's a good thing I decided to "be brief", as I put it. Lordy, who knows how long I'd have rambled on if I wasn't being brief.

Anyway, in response to that post, I received an e-mail from DG. He apparently wandered by the blog and it reminded him of an 'Old Chinese Proverb' he'd received that seemed to follow the same train of thought...

• If you want happiness for an hour--take a nap.
• If you want happiness for a day-- go fishing.
• If you want happiness for a month--get married.
• If you want happiness for a year--inherit a fortune.
• If you want happiness for a lifetime--help someone else.
  

I agree don't you? Now go out there and help someone else! Whichever way you do it... for an hour or for a lifetime. Find yourself some happiness. And in the process you can help someone else find some, too!

God Bless,
Johnny:)

Busy, busy, busy...

Once again... it's been quite a while since I visited these pages. Well, not literally. I've actually been here a lot - just not posting.

None-the-less, I'm here, trying to write something I've struggled with since Fathers Day. How appropriate (sarcasm) that on a day named for fathers, I couldn't come up with anything to say.

I'll be brief today, to avoid using up what little creativity I've found, on pages that are barely (if at all) even read anymore. But Dad has been so heavy on my mind (and most likely, I'm not alone there) lately that I needed to get some of it out.

So where have we been since the end of May? Busy, busy, busy!

Dina has been up to her eyeballs in PTA and other school business. Austin & Elijah were finishing strong with their school years, awards assemblies, field days, etc., and me trying to get & keep work on track.

Take that & throw in a few birthdays, WalkAmerica, Relay for Life and more... Whew, at least summer break is finally here, right?

Anyway, after much dread - Fathers Day and many of these other events turned out to be wonderful days after all! Days full of sadness, laughter, tears & memories (new ones & old ones). Most of the 'functions' we've had in the past month or two, were events Dad wouldn't have missed. That made missing him a pretty big part of those events.

At times, we still struggle to focus less on the negative aspects of missing Dad, and instead more on the positive influence he had & continues to have on my family & I.

Dad was (and is) a true motivator! That motivation is definitely a part of why we (and here... I can only speak for Dina & the boys) do many of the things we do. He taught us that being part of the community you live in means nothing without being an ACTIVE part!

And not for the rewards you may receive tangibly... but for the intangible rewards waiting for you and for others God touches through you.

You folks remember the way Dad went through life. Did it matter where you saw him? At the local mini-market; a Mariners game; the mall or the church? Of course not... Dad saw value in EVERY moment. And was full of excitement - no matter the event.

So, I guess that's the lean this post is taking. Get busy, get active, get involved. Be part of the community you live in. And strive to make a positive mark on that community! Dina has been told so many times by people that you "can't save every child" when discussing neighborhoods, and schools, and parents, etc.

Her response continues to be one that Dad embodied as well. You may not be able to save them all, but that shouldn't stop you from trying! You never know how much a little positive influence can have on those around you. Sometimes, it takes no more than a smile to change someones day.

Be that smile. Make the effort!!

Get excited about life - Do the Toyota Jump!
Johnny

Keep On Keeping On!

I guess I was wrong... in the real world, maybe things do change. I got an e-mail in response to the latest blog post.

In retrospect, I think I was having a bit of a pity party that day, and needed to vent some of it on the blog.

Pessimism is not normally my thing... at least I try not to let it be. This e-mail set me straight in ways that only your closest of friends and family can. Thanks, Nancy!

Anyway, here's a li'l part of what I received. There was more, but I think what I've included will give you a (much needed) better angle on being a member of the 'Club' than my previous post offered. Sorry for the misdirection!
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Johnny,

That was a TV show. The writers had it wrong. It most certainly changes. You do exist. Your dad would not want you to feel that you can't. Embrace those you have and love them, and exist with all your might!

Eventually you will be able to focus on being what your dad would want you to be. Johnny the dad, the husband, the talented and funny guy. That will happen if you let it.

Don't get me wrong, I still cry. Buddy is everywhere in this house and in our hearts. Friday nights will never be the same again, but Friday nights are still here - and Jesus is also here easing the pain.

Don't think that it will never change. It will. It changes from hurt, to comfort in the memories.

- Nancy
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That's right you know. And, I have been existing. Sometimes it feels like I just don't know what to do about the hole that's been left behind.

Self-centered as this may be, I wasn't finished with Dad being here. I know God - in His all-knowing & infinite wisdom kind of way - knew what was going on, and I do trust his plan. Selfishly, however... I wasn't finished!

That being said, we do continue to exist with all our might. We take family outings, attend school functions and community events, etc (heck Dina's even PTA President next year at Austins' school)... and yes, I do focus on being the dad, husband, etc., that I was raised to be.

While, things will never be the same again... Friday nights, as Nancy's e-mail said, are still here. So our the other six days of the week... and Jesus IS here, easing the pain!

I'll close with a passage God laid on my heart while I was typing this. While growing up, we Ellis kids got a lot of motivational, goal setting speeches thrown at us. This passage, which I heard Dad use in sermons many times, is quite a reminder that where we are is not the finish line... Stay focused on the Goal!

Philippians 3:12-14 (from The Message)
I'm not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don't get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I've got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward - to Jesus. I'm off and running, and I'm not turning back.

Thank God for memories, for the future & the new memories that the future brings with it!

Keep on Keeping On! The Best IS Yet to Be!!
Johnny:)

Always Something There to Remind Me

Dina really enjoys Grey's Anatomy. Most of the time I do too...

Tonights' episode was a re-run of an 2 part episode called Six Days that originally aired back in January. I didn't watch both parts back then. Not sure whether I should have tonite, either.

For those of you that don't watch... it's a show about a bunch of surgical interns and their supervisors at fictional Seattle Grace Hospital.

In Part 2 - George's (one of the interns) Dad, who's been suffering from cancer, is no longer breathing on his own. The O'Malleys (George's family) are told that their father is now completely dependent on life support and that it's their choice if they want to prolong his life or pull the plug. They all turn to George to ask what he thinks.

He tells them that his Dad's not going to wake up and that it's time.

George's family all gathers around Mr. O'Malley's bed. His mother kisses his father goodbye and then they disconnect his life support.

Afterward, Cristina (another intern - who's normally not the one with the best bedside manner) is the one to find George and comfort him... telling him that no one understands until you've gone through it, and that she lost her father and she joined the 'Dead Dad's Club' when she was 9. She also tells him that she's sorry he had to join the club. (Click here for link to clip)

George says, "I don't know how to exist in a world where my Dad doesn't..."

"Yeah, that never really changes", Cristina responds.

She's right, you know... it never really changes!

I miss you Dad!
Johnny

Has it really been another month already?

So how was your Mother's Day? Our weekend was nice for the most part, I guess.

So, that doesn't seem very enthusiastic? Surpisingly enough - when you're missing your father... apparently even Mother's Day can be tough.

And when the person you're missing has always hounded you to make sure your family was ALL in church wherever he was going to be on Mom's Day; it stirs lots of memories.

Dina, the Boys & I got to spend some time Saturday with Trish, Tony, Jeannine, Joy & Zoe. Lots of fun hanging out with those little ones!

We got up early Sunday to start a day that, especially for Dina I think, seemed to last forever. We tried to pamper her a bit (although not nearly enough), but I'm pretty certain that the comfort she was searching for this day - was nowhere to be found.

I snuck over midday briefly to see my Mom before she & Ralph headed out to Tricia Lynn's for a BBQ, but heading home... I realized that I was ready for another holiday to be over.

Tony's birthday is tomorrow (Happy birthday Tony!). At the end of the month it's Memorial Day, then Austin's birthday, Father's Day, My birthday & Independance Day.

Then Dad's comes along, followed by Zoe's & Dina's birthdays. Jimmy's not far behind, then Labor Day and... well you probably get the picture. Special occasions are everywhere.

Did you know Tony & Jeannine's littlest daughter, Zoe, was born shortly after midnite way back on the 18th of July - while Dad was still in the SICU.

I guess that's the way it's supposed to be, though. How's the saying go? One life ends as another begins.Yes, life is supposed to go on!

Zoe's a good example of that... and I'm not the only person that noticed. She was born about 36 hours after Dad's aneurysm. As the final months of his time on earth washed over us; her young, beautiful life was just beginning.

As she grows, her age will be a constant reminder of exactly how long it's been. But, the days have to pass by, with new memories established. It certainly doesn't seem any easier though, that's for sure!

God Bless, and Happy 7 months...
Johnny:)

ps: Tina Clark, a member of PFB from way back - and one of the most wonderful women I've ever known - passed away a week and a half or so ago. We continue to pray for comfort and solice for her family & friends.

We'll miss you, Tina!

I'm sure that Dad on the other hand, is extremely excited to see you! Knowing you Tina, it wasn't long before he had you convinced to cook up some of that awesome catfish for him!

6 months… Can you believe it?

6 months… Can you believe it?

For Dad, it was a full day of worship & celebrations…

But here? It was a tough day for many, myself included.

The calendar is a strange thing sometimes. And it was those strange things that made today, for me at least, difficult for a number of reasons.

Tuesdays are always tough days! (Full of mixed feelings, that’s for sure)

It’s the day God chose to take Dad home. A day I always eagerly looked forward to – because it brought a couple of hours that I spent with Dad at our Rotary luncheon. It was Visitation day - Many of us enjoyed energetic visits from Dad after Rotary. Visits that brought laughter, smiles, hugs & more!

The 17th (The actual date that Dad passed away)

I don’t know whether certain dates stand out on your calendar, but for me – when I flip the calendar from one month to the next, various dates catch my eye. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, whatever. If it’s December, it’s the 25th. February, it’s the 14th. July, it’s the 1st, the 4th, the 12th, the 28th… okay so you know what I mean.

Prior to October, the day that jumped out at me every month was the 16th (the day of Dad’s aneurysm). Then came October, and it was replaced by the 17th. Now, no matter what month it is… when the calendar is flipped I glance at that date. And this month… for the 6-month anniversary, for the first time since October - it came on today, the 17th.

My father, mentor & friend (Frequently over the 42 years that I’ve been in this world, he was the person I’d turn to on the most difficult days)

He could take the most negative situation and help us see the light at the end of the tunnel. A quick phone call; time shared over coffee; a burger ordered off the value meal at McDonalds. Seemingly insignificant events. But events that I realize now, that I enjoyed immensely. And now I miss even more.

I traveled up to Kent this afternoon to visit his final resting place. I found out something very important while I was there. It’s NOT actually his final resting place… he’s not even really there.

“Where is he then?”, you may ask. Maybe you attended the ceremony and left thinking that’s where he’d be later - but he’s not I tell you. Okay, I guess he is sort of there - in the physical sense, at least. But since when did Dad dwell more on anything physical instead of spiritual?

What’s there is a marble stone, eloquently engraved words and dates. And the physical shell that was left behind. The things I mentioned missing so much? None of those things are at Tahoma National Cemetery, section 26 – site 314. I was reminded (thanks, Dad) that the him I went to visit was in a much better place - without the constraints of a pine box and a 6’ deep whole in the ground.

It was great to be there. The first time I’d been since the day of the graveside service. I’m certain that I’ll go back again sometime. However, the best part was being reminded that if I want to be close to Dad – I can just as easily do it from the car at a stoplight. Or from my desk at work, or the Starbucks across the street. Even from the bedroom when Dina & I first wake or are nodding off to sleep.

I don’t need to go to Mt Sinai to talk to God.. I can do it wherever I happen to be when the need strikes. It may have took me 6 months, but I finally realized what I’ve always known. Dad can be with me all the time... I just have to carry memories of him with me!

I’ve got ‘em all packed & ready, Dad!
Johnny:)

Forever Remembered!

Forever Remembered...

Embraced by our love, linking our souls together.
In heartache we go on.

Carrying our memories inside our hearts...
as he soars in Heaven.

May he always be near & his spirit close by,
Encircling our lives... as we remember & cry.

Sharing his life & the love that he gave,
Now watching o'er us as we visit his grave.

Blessing us with his presence & remembering his touch,
It breaks our hearts daily -

As we miss him so much!!

Ethel M. Sandstrom ©2003

Trying to follow the right path in life?

Here's another e-mail received with a pretty great message.

God Bless...
John

New version of Footprints in the Sand

Imagine you and the Lord Jesus walking down the road together. For much of the way, the Lord's footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely varying the pace.

But your prints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles, departures and returns. For much of the way it seems to go like this.

But gradually, your footprints come more in line with the Lord's, soon paralleling His consistently. You and Jesus are walking as true friends.

This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens: your footprints that once etched the sand next to the Master's are now walking precisely in His steps. Inside His larger footprints is the small 'sand print', safely enclosed. You and Jesus are becoming one.

This goes on for many miles. But gradually you notice another change. The footprint inside the larger footprint seems to grow larger. Eventually it disappears altogether. There is only one set of footprints. They have become one.

Again, this goes on for a long time. But then something awful happens. The second set of footprints is back. And this time it seems even worse. Zigzags all over the place. Stops. Starts. Deep gashes in the sand. A veritable mess of prints. You're amazed and shocked. But this is the end of your dream.

Now you speak. "Lord, I understand the first scene with the zigzags and fits and starts and so on. I was a new Christian, just learning. But You walked on through the storm and helped me learn to walk with you."

"That is correct."

"Yes, and when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours, I was actually learning to walk in Your steps. I followed You very closely."

"Very good. You have understood everything so far."

"Then the smaller footprints grew and eventually filled in with Yours. I suppose that I was actually growing so much that I was becoming like you in every way."

"Precisely.""But this is my question. Lord... Was there a regression or something? The footprints went back to two, and this time it was worse than the first.

"The Lord smiles, then laughs. "You didn't know?"

He says. "That was when we danced."

By Mark Littleton© 1990

Mark Littleton is the author of several books, including "A Place To Stand", "What To Do When God Doesn't Follow Your Plan", "Tales Of The Neverending", and more.

Jon's Home Again!

Yes, you read right... Jon's home!

According to a post on his blog from mid-day today; he's back home and recovering from surgery.

It also reminds us that Jon continues to need our prayers for regained strength, energy, and movement in all his muscles.

I thought maybe you - like myself - might enjoy listening to a sermon of Jon's from a series God led him & the Discovery congregation through back in January. Click HERE to hear part one of The Pursuit of Happiness (A study in Philippians).

I chose this one, because the message is right on - plus Jon mentions his shirt was tucked in and he was wearing a belt to boot! Dad loved giving Jon a hard time about things like untucked shirts, so seemed appropriate for these pages.

Need to hear more? Here's a link to the Discovery Community Church website. From there, click on 'Ministries' across the top, then select 'Messages'. You can listen to the other 3 of this series, as well as a bunch of others to choose from.

God Bless!
John:)

Wedding Crashers...

Have you been to any weddings lately?

I received this video in an e-mail from a family friend recently.

I'm sure most of you have probably seen it before - I know I have - but it's the funny ones that are always worth another look!

Heck, I think Dad e-mailed this exact one to me himself a few times!



Lots of funny memories come to mind watching that clip. Sure takes me back to moments during weddings Dad officiated that I attended or heard about.

Too bad we didn't videotape some of those ceremonies! Probably be a GRAND PRIZE winner on America's Funniest Home Videos!!

Enjoy Life!
Johnny:)

Thought for the day: Laughter, along with an active sense of humor, may help protect you against a heart attack, according to a recent study by cardiologists at the University of Maryland Medical Center in Baltimore.

Update on Jon Fredricks

Thursday, March 22, 2007 (copied from jonfredricks.blogspot.com)

Home But Not For Long

Jon is at home. He will be home until he goes back to have surgery on his arm on Tuesday. It is great to have Jon at home but you can imagine the transition issues and care schedule that needs to be maintained. Jon is medicated for pain and requires Traci's full-time attention.

Please refrain from calling or stopping by for a visit and continue to wait until after Jon is done with all his surgeries and is recovering back at home. Traci and Jon appreciate so much your love and care for them and they can't wait until they can host and have regular visitors.

They love each and every one of you.

Politically (in)correct?

Not sure whether it's politically correct to send blonde jokes anymore, but Dad always did... so here's one I thought some may enjoy.

Blonde Momemt

A blonde goes into a coffee shop and notices there's a "Peel & Win" sticker on her coffee cup. So she peels it off and starts screaming, "I've won a motorhome! I've won a motorhome!"

The waitress says, "That's impossible The biggest prize is a free Lunch."

But the blonde keeps on screaming, "I've won a motorhome! I've won a motorhome!"

Finally, the manager comes over and says, "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but you're mistaken. You couldn't have possibly won a motorhome because we didn't have that as a prize."

The blonde says, "No, it's not a mistake. I've won a motorhome!"

She hands the ticket to the manager and HE reads...

"W I N A B A G E L"

I don't write 'em... I just pass 'em on!
Johnny:)

Praying for the Fredricks!

A wonderful friend to Dad, myself & my family, and to many of you - Jon Fredricks (as perhaps you have already heard) was in a car accident along with his eldest daughter, Mary, on Monday the 12th.

While Mary came through only bruised, Jon was pretty badly injured on the left side of his body. Currently he continues with his recovery at Harborview - with additional surgery scheduled Monday where the doctors plan to work on his arm and his jaw.

Yes, he's working hard on his recovery. I was blessed to have the opportunity to see him for a little bit yesterday, and as you can expect... rather than focusing on himself, he asked how I was, and where was I going to church these days. I reminded him that most people I know - if in his condition - would certainly be more focused on themselves instead of others.

His response?

"You need to get in church, John!" Yup, that's Jon... always thinking of others!!

I heard a blog was set-up, so I thought including a link from these pages seemed appropriate given how much Dad cared for Jon, his family, and his ministry.

Please pray hard, read the linked blog for updates on his progress, and prayerfully consider giving financially to help the Fredricks through this difficult time to ensure that Jon and his family have all the resources and care they could possibly need.

Here's the link: Jon's Update

Go... Pray... Give!

Pray Hard!
Johnny:)

I Miss You, Dad!

It's been a while, but as I mentioned before - I'd drop in to post every once in a while. I also mentioned that, most likely those drop-ins would be for special occasions.

I can't speak for the entire family, but for those I can - it's been an incredibly rough time of late.

As for me, Tuesday (as many are) was a real hard day. I went to Rotary, and over & over I found myself turning and looking to see Dad. As Dina & I talked that evening, I found that I'm not the only one that looks for him from time-to-time.

A chance to see his smile, hear his laughter or feel his touch. No matter how hard I try, however, it's clear that this is not a dream we're waking up from.

So, what's the 'special occasion' that sparked today's post you ask?

Could it be that Tuesday was 20 weeks since Dad started dancing in heaven? Nope!

Can't be Halloween... er, I mean Harvest Festival? Or Thanksgiving? Christmas or New Years? No, they've all passed already. And it wasn't our wedding anniversaries, MLK Day, Valentine's Day or President's Day either.

We made it (sort of) through all of those! So, what's so special that I felt I had to dump my thoughts onto the pages of the blog?

It was the television! Yes, the TV.

As many of you may know, Dad loved crime dramas and the like. Whether a book, the big screen or on TV... he thoroughly enjoyed them.

CSI & NCIS were a couple of his favorites. I too, am a big fan of crime dramas and, like Dad... I rarely miss an episode of NCIS (or the Unit immediately following). If we did miss one, someone would tape it.

Having had such a hard day... needing to kind of veg' a little, I was bummed when I saw that both NCIS and the Unit were slated to be re-runs. I sat down to watch anyway, and was pleasingly surprised to find I'd never seen this episode of NCIS.

How did miss it? No matter... I was just glad it was new. The Unit began and believe it or not... it was new too. Okay, now something must be going on. Maybe the TV Guide was wrong.

I went online to check again. Both re-runs. So I went to check and see what date they'd originally aired, so I could figure out what I was doing that had caused me to miss them both.

Okay, okay... I keep on rambling (there's a shock), but still haven't mentioned why any of this helped push me over the preverbial edge?

It turns out the re-runs of both shows had originally been on the same night... and I hadn't watched or taped either one when they first aired.

NCIS - Dead and Unburied First Aired: Tues., Oct. 17th, 2006
The Unit - Force Majeure First Aired: Tues., Oct. 17th, 2006

Go figure! No wonder I missed 'em. Dad missed them too. Don't worry Dad... I'll save the tape!

We miss you, Dad!

I Love you Pop!
Pedro:)

Spreading HIS Message

Dad loved a good football game. No doubt last Sunday's sermon would have been full of football anecdotes. Full of stories about the 2 Christian men, friends in life, battling opposite each other on the gridiron.

Yes, I'm sure it would've been a great sermon. This week's however, given what we now know of the outcome... I think would've been even better.

While, I'm most certainly NOT a preacher... I DO know how to spot a good story. I received this one recently (although actual speech was given a year ago), and while it has nothing to do with Dad - it also has everything to do with Dad. Read it and see if you can hear Dad telling this story during Sunday's sermon.

Then listen to what God might be saying to you...

No Jesus - No Peace.
Know Jesus - Know Peace!
Johnny:)

Dungy Makes Super Bowl Stop to Speak at Athletes in Action Breakfast

Feb. 4, 2006 by John Oehser - Colts.com

DETROIT, Mich. - They were there for breakfast, and they were there to cheer New YorkJets running back Curtis Martin.

And it was Martin who received the Athletes in Action Bart Starr Award Saturday morning, but the hundreds who gathered in fourth-floor ballroom at the Marriott Renaissance in Detroit, Mich., on the morning before Super Bowl XL were clearly touched by the featured speaker.

That speaker was Colts Head Coach Tony Dungy.

Two hours into the breakfast, emcee Brent Jones introduced Dungy, who was welcomed with a lengthy standing ovation. Dungy thanked the crowd, shared an anecdote about Martin, then told the crowd he was going to speak for about 15 minutes.

"It's great to be here," Dungy told the crowd, then adding with a laugh, "I just wish I wasn't here in this capacity so many times of being just that close to being in the game and just being an invited speaker.

"My goal is to have our team here one day and have a couple of tables with all of our guys here. Because we have a special group of young men, a great group of Christian guys. It'd be wonderful to have them here so you could see their hearts and what they're all about.

"It hasn't quite happened yet, but we're still hoping one day it will."

He told them he was going to talk about lessons he had learned from his three sons. The crowd fell silent. Then Dungy spoke.

And although this was a breakfast - and although at many such events speakers speak over the clinking of glasses and murmurs from semi-interested listeners - for most of the 15 minutes the room was silent except for Dungy's voice.

He spoke of his middle son, Eric, who he said shares his competitiveness and who is focused on sports "to where it's almost a problem." He spoke of his youngest son, Jordan, who has a rare congenital condition which causes him not to feel pain.

"He feels things, but he doesn't get the sensation of pain," Dungy said.

The lessons learned from Jordan, Tony Dungy said, are many.

"That sounds like it's good at the beginning, but I promise you it's not," Dungy said. "We've learned a lot about pain in the last five years we've had Jordan. We've learned some hurts are really necessary for kids. Pain is necessary for kids to find out the difference between what's good and what's harmful."

Jordan, Dungy said, loves cookies.

"Cookies are good," Dungy said, "but in Jordan's mind, if they're good out on the plate, they're even better in the oven. He will go right in the oven when my wife's not looking, reach in, take the rack out, take the pan out, burn his hands and eat the cookies and burn his tongue and never feel it. He doesn't know that's bad for him."

Jordan, Dungy said, "has no fear of anything, so we constantly have to watch him."

The lesson learned, Dungy said, is simple.

"You get the question all the time, 'Why does the Lord allow pain in your life? Why do bad things happen to good people? If God is a God of love, why does he allow these hurtful things to happen?''' Dungy said. "We've learned that a lot of times because of that pain, that little temporary pain, you learn what's harmful. You learn to fear the right things.

"Pain sometimes lets us know we have a condition that needs to be healed. Pain inside sometimes lets us know that spiritually we're not quite right and we need to be healed and that God will send that healing agent right to the spot.

"Sometimes, pain is the only way that will turn us as kids back to the Father."

Finally, he spoke of James.

James Dungy, Tony Dungy's oldest son, died three days before Christmas. As he did while delivering James' eulogy in December, Dungy on Saturday spoke of him eloquently and steadily, speaking of lessons learned and of the positives taken from experience.

"It was tough, and it was very, very painful, but as painful as it was, there were some good things that came out of it," Dungy said.

Dungy spoke at the funeral of regretting not hugging James the last time he saw him, on Thanksgiving of last year.

"I met a guy the next day after the funeral," Dungy said. "He said, 'I was there. I heard you talking. I took off work today. I called my son. I told him I was taking him to the movies. We're going to spend some time and go to dinner.' That was a real, real blessing to me."

Dungy said he has gotten many letters since James' death relaying similar messages.

"People heard what I said and said, 'Hey, you brought me a little closer to my son,' or, 'You brought me a little closer to my daughter,''' Dungy said. "That is a tremendous blessing."

Dungy also said some of James' organs were donated through donors programs.

"We got a letter back two weeks ago that two people had received his corneas, and now they can see,'' Dungy said. "That's been a tremendous blessing."

Dungy also said he received a letter from a girl from the family's church in Tampa. She had known James for many years, Dungy said. She went to the funeral because she knew James.

"When I saw what happened at funeral, and your family and the celebration and how it was handled, that was the first time I realized there had to be a God," Dungy said the girl wrote. "I accepted Christ into my life and my life's been different since that day."

Added Dungy, "That was an awesome blessing, so all of those things kind of made me realize what God's love is all about."

Dungy also said he was asked often how he was able to return to the Colts so quickly after James' death. James died on December 22, and Dungy returned to the team one week later. Dungy said the answer was simple.

"People asked me, 'How did you recover so quickly?"'' Dungy said. "I'm not totally recovered. I don't know that I ever will be. It's still very, very painful, but I was able to come back because of something one of my good Christian friends said to me after the funeral.

"He said, 'You know James accepted Christ into his heart, so you know he's in heaven, right?' I said, 'Right, I know that.' He said, 'So, with all you know about heaven, if you had the power to bring him back now, would you?' When I thought about it, I said, 'No, I wouldn't. I would not want him back with what I know about heaven.'

"That's what helped me through the grieving process. Because of Christ's spirit in me, I had that confidence that James is there, at peace with the Lord, and I have the peace of mind in the midst of something that's very, very painful.

"That's my prayer today, that everyone in this room would know the same thing."

Let Go... Let God!

You may have heard it before. I know I have... in fact I can remember Dad using it in sermons from time to time!

Sure has been a tough couple of weeks... and most certainly not just for me!

Surprisingly, there've been a lot of tears pouring out lately. As Trish put it the other day - the emotions wash over you in waves.

One moment you're laughing about memories & the next tears are rolling down your cheeks.

After holidays and our wedding anniversaries, we muddled through more moments last week - 6 months since the aneurysm & 3 months since he passed.

Six months?!? Hard to believe it. Sometimes it seems like ages have gone by. Other times? It feels like I saw him yesterday & he'll probably be popping his head through the front door at work, stirring up everyone along the way any minute again.

Sadly... it's not so!

But we made it! Past the holidays and the anniversary. We all even sort of got past the 3 and 6 months marks! They (whoever 'they' are) say that time will heal. I'm sure that's true for the most part, but after 3 months, the pain is just as intense... sometimes even more so.

Each day... I look at my loving wife & kids. I think about Dad and the impact he has made and continues to make on who I am. I try to think WWBD? Yes, What Would Buddy Do?

I'm not trying to be blasphemous. I'm not saying WWBD, as if Dad's name should replace JESUS in the phrase. It's just that normally; when faced with adversity or issues I can't resolve; I would (as so many of us would) ask Dad.

What should I do, Dad? How do I get past or around or over the issues at hand? And he'd show me scripture, or offer words of spiritual wisdom that would get me where I needed to be.

So, WWBD? He'd say "LET GO... and LET GOD!"

I miss you Pop!
Johnny:)

Go Hawks!

Well, another week has slipped by... I know that because the Hawks are on the verge of playing their 2nd game since my last post (Beat those Bears!).

They eeked out a victory over the Cowboys - my team since childhood. While it's nice to see the home team trudging right along, it's also bittersweet to see my 'boys having to call it a season!

Anyway... in case anyone is wondering, Trish, Dina & I each made it through our Anniversary day. Rough as it was, and it most definitely had its' moments, we got through it all.

We went to 'El Toro's' for dinner; enjoyed great conversation & fellowship; fought with Trish over who'd pay (Dad would've never done that)... she won! Then stuffed & carrying leftovers to enjoy another day, we all headed home!

At dinner, I kept finding myself watching & waiting. Wondering when's Dad going to get here? What's he doing that sooo important to be late for his anniversary dinner?

Then it would hit me... you know, the ton of bricks feeling. He's not coming! It doesn't seem to get any easier! Days pass, some without much happening... but it still doesn't get easier!

Have I mentioned lately how much I miss him? Happy Anniversary Dad... and Dina & Trish, too!

I Love You!
Johnny

It's been a while...

My how time flies!

Since my last post, Christmas and New Years have each snuck by. Heck, the playoffs are here already!

There've been lots of days filled with wonderful as well as difficult moments - that's for sure!

Today, Austin mentioned how he liked me "this way". I asked what way that was?

"Silly", was his reply. He's missed out on that quite a bit - especially coming from my direction.

It's been a rough couple of months for me... as I'm sure it has for many, many others. I think (if it's possible) I miss him more now than last week. And more last week than the week before.

Lot's of rough times to come ahead, I'm sure.

Dad & Trish's 25th Anniversary is next Tuesday. A date I've been so proud to share with Dad. Yes, that day is also mine & Dina's Anniversary (our 20th). This year, we're sharing ours with them in an even closer way.

We're blessed to have Trish joining Dina & I for a dinner for 4. I'm confident that Dad will be there with us (we're buying and you know Dad wasn't one to pass up a free meal)!

Joking aside - I don't think I ever paid for a meal with Dad. Yes, he was frugal... but still as generous a man as any I've known!

I look forward to a night filled with many tears and laughter remembering & missing Dad! Of being silly!

It's been a while since I've been silly!

Silly, like my Dad! Not afraid to dance in the middle of the grocery store. Or sing walking through Wal-Mart! Or make up words to the songs I don't know the real words too.

Thanks Austin! I like me this way, too!

My laptop broke recently... it crashed, but in a more literal way. It shattered! As a result, I haven't spent much time on the computer. Was that a sign of some sort for the new year maybe? I'm not big on resolutions, so let's just say I'm making an assertive effort to be silly more! I'll still drop in for a post here and there. Just more likely less frequent.

I'll be back sometime soon, I'm sure. After more wonderful as well as difficult moments have slipped by.

An old & dear friend recently sent me an e-mail on hearing of Dads journey. In closing he used 3 words that were more meaningful than he probably knew... In His grip.

As each day passes, I strive to have those words ring true in my spiritual life the way Dad prayed they would again.

Keep us in your prayers...

In HIS grip!
Johnny