The Best is Yet to Be!

Still Blessed!

2012-01-20T22:52:00.000-08:00

It's been quite a while since I've strolled through the pages of this blog. What brought me back? A power outage!

Yes, that's right. A power outage of all things...

It was just about 5 years ago after a week of heavy rains and winds, the Puget Sound area was hit by a round of power outages similar to those we're enduring now - with trees knocking down power lines and causing havoc and damage around the area.

This time it's a little different - the result of heavy snow, ice and freezing rain causing the havoc... but none-the-less, still power outages.

Once again, like in 2006, much of my local family was hit. This time around, TL and her family have been battling it for a few days, and Mom & Ralph are "camping out" at their house for their 2nd night.

Here? Ours went out midday Thursday and came back on tonight. But, memories of that full week without power, and how blessed we felt have ran through my head a lot today. Hitting Starbucks for coffee and hot cocoa. Bundling up, and still seeing your breath when you exhale. Being in a dark, cold house - but safe, happy & together! Just like this time albeit without a tree landing on our garage to get us there. And once again, Dina kept everyone on the right track - smiling & laughing all the way.

I found myself rummaging through the pages of this blog from that week in 2006, and came across the words of my youngest (7 at the time) who summed it up saying, "We are Blessed!!"

It was kind of sad when the power came back on. Okay, maybe sad isn't really the right word. But as we each retreated to various places in the house, with our heaters on and our laptops or game systems whirring... Dina suggested, "Maybe we should do this more often, but on purpose."

All it takes is a little flick of the switch on the fuse panel and it could be dark again. No TV's; no laptops; no game systems. But safe, happy & together!

And blessed!

We hope you all are safe and warm - if not tonight, then soon! And we hope you too, are feeling blessed!
John

Really?

2010-10-17T13:18:00.001-07:00

Could it really be that today marks the 4th year? Dina, TL & I (as have, I'm sure, many more) have commented so many times... sometimes it seems like so much longer, and other times - like it was just yesterday.

Still haven't got around to taking him out of my email or phone contacts, and his memory is everywhere as much as always... but much more at peace now-a-days than in years past.

Dina still volunteers regularly at the local elementary school... even with neither of our own kids attending there. Supporting the community, none-the-less, just like Dad always did.

Elijah? He's graduated from SLHS, and working (as Grandma Patti reminded me) in the produce department at Safeway, just like Grandpa Buddy did when he was in college in SoCal.

Austin's in 6th grade now, and using vocabulary that would make a preacher proud. No Greek or Hebrew, but he does make up his own words every once in a while like Dad would.

Me? Same ol' same for the most part. Still at Best Ways (16 years and counting now) working in the same office where Dad would visit a couple times a week. His presence is still felt, just a different presence now. Although, talks of him frequently break out, and smiles are everywhere when they do, and no work gets done - just like if he were there stirring things up.

You? I hope thoughts of dad you find slipping by are happy ones like they are for us.

Still miss you, Dad... every day!
Johnny:)

United States Map

2008-11-09T21:36:00.000-08:00

A father wanted to read a magazine but was being bothered by his little girl, Shelby.

She wanted to know what the United States looked like, he tore a sheet out of his new magazine on which was printed the map of the country.

Tearing it into small pieces, he gave it to Shelby, and said, 'Go into the other room and see if you can put this together. This will show you our whole country today.'

After a few minutes, Shelby returned and handed him the map, correctly fitted and taped together. The father was surprised and asked how she had finished so quickly.

'Oh,' she said, 'On the other side of the paper is a picture of Jesus. When I got Jesus back where He belonged, then our country just came together.'

'Pastor, what is this?'

2008-10-30T23:45:00.000-07:00

One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque covered with names and small American flags mounted on either side of it.

The six-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly, 'Good morning Alex.'

'Good morning Pastor,' he replied, still focused on the plaque. 'Pastor, what is this?

The pastor said, 'Well son, it's a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.' Soberly, they just stood together... staring at the large plaque.

Finally, little Alex's voice, barely audible and trembling with fear asked, 'Which service - the 8:30 or the 10:45?'

This Should Keep Us All Thinking...

2008-10-19T20:48:00.000-07:00

Just got this one in an email from my sister... What a message! Obiously you can't exactly forward this page, but feel free to forward a link to the blog, or go to the youtube site directly by clicking here.

On the site under more info it says:
I know a lot of people are saying the story isn't true, but it doesn't matter if it's true or not, its the message in the story.

Songs:
First is "It Ends Tonight" by The All-American Rejects
Second is "Tomorrow" by Avril Lavigne

Definitely will make you go hmmm...
Johnny:)

Where's Dad?

2008-10-17T05:12:00.000-07:00

Back again... another year gone by. Not sure about you, but for me it hasn't gotten any easier. Different - but certainly not easier.

Here a while back - while dropping Elijah off at a friends house near Dad & Trish's old neighborhood - I detoured to drive past the old house. Guess what? No Dad to be found.

Fathers Day, when I stopped by Mt Tahoma? He wasn't there either!

So where IS Dad? I've searched for 2 years now. I've looked for that place to go when I really need to find him. Well, on this the 2nd (for lack of any better words at this early hour) anniversary of Dad's passing... I wonder no more.

I took today off work. Looking ahead, I kinda expected this day would probably have it's ups & downs - highs & lows - hills & valleys (I'm sure you get the idea), so I planned ahead and took a vacation day. But how do I spend it? Where do I go to be with Dad?

That's where the learning came in. Dad always told me Dina was smarter than I am... I guess last night, that point was proven once again.

As we chatted about todays plans, I was rambling through pros and cons of visiting Tahoma again. Being the eternal optimist she is - Dina suggested going somewhere else to spend the day with Dad. Somewhere I'm certain to find him.

Like McDonald's or Starbucks for a cup of coffee & bit of the morning paper... that sounds like it might be a good place to start ...I bet I'd find him there!

Maybe a surprise visit to the school (Dina's there running school pictures today) or a family member or friends office to say 'hi' - just cause 'I was in the neighborhood' ...I bet I'd find him there!

A trip to South Hill could be a great place for a walk and some frugal shopping at Target ...I bet I'd find him there!

Dina reminded me that there are tons of places to find Dad. Some expected & searched for - like Starbucks or the mall. Others, possibly just a glimpse of him in passing - like in my sons as they get more & more grown up, or even in my own reflection in the mirror from time-to-time.

I know Dina misses him as much as I do. But while I frequently catch myself in the midst of little pity parties, she's reminding me to search for the silver linings... a lot like Dad used to do!

Take a look around as you go through your day ...I bet you find him there, too!
Pedro:)

Splendour in the Grass...

2008-10-12T22:47:00.000-07:00

What though the radiance which was once so bright, be now for ever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.

We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

In the primal sympathy which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death; In years that bring the philosophic mind.

-William Wordsworth
(Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood, 175-186)

Making Pancakes...

2008-10-02T23:20:00.000-07:00

Got this email from a friend that, like Dad used to do, gets & sends bunches of email every day. Sadly, many times (due mostly to lack of time) I scan through to see if anything other than the preverbial forwards, etc... deleting some of them (sorry, Betty) without paying much mind.

This one (of the 7 I received tonight) stuck out for some reason. Nice little story, so thought I'd post it here.

Johnny:)
You're the only person that can control how your day goes tomorrow... Make it a GREAT one!
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MAKING PANCAKES
Six year-old Brandon decided one Saturday morning to fix his parents pancakes. He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor.

He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten. Brandon was covered with flour and getting frustrated.

He wanted this to be something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad. He didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on the stove and he didn't know how the stove worked! Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor. Frantically he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white and sticky.

Just then he saw Dad standing at the door. Big crocodile tears welled up in Brandon 's eyes. All he'd wanted to do was something good, but he'd made a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking. But his father just watched him.

Then, walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged him and loved him, getting his own pajamas white and sticky in the process!

That's how God deals with us.. We try to do something good in life, but sometimes it turns into a mess. Our marriage gets all sticky or we insult a friend, or we can't stand our job, or our health goes sour. Sometimes we just stand there in tears because we can't think of anything else to do.

That's when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us... even though some of our mess gets all over Him.

But just because we might mess up - we can't stop trying to 'make pancakes'. Sooner or later we'll get it right, and then we'll be glad we tried...

In Loving Memory!

2008-09-17T23:48:00.000-07:00

Michael's been gone a whole year already... hard to believe, I know!

As I tried to think of something to say - I ran across this from his Mom, posted on Michael's myspace page.

Hope you don't mind me stealing your words, li'l sis... I thought they were more appropriate than anything I could have written.

Love & miss you, Mickey Roy!
Uncle John:)
_____

Sep 17 2008 10:21 PM

Hey baby boy! Just got home from a candlelight memorial in your honor! You wouldn't believe the friends you have! There were so many that came to show their love for you - it was so amazing! You're still missed very much by all your friends and family, especially me!

I can't believe you've been gone a year! Some days it seems like yesterday but others it seems like eternity! I miss you so much it hurts - but you'd be proud of how strong I've been. I even held myself together tonight, just for you!

The moon came up huge and red tonight! Thought it was fitting, your favorite color! I know you were there with us! I love you with all my heart!! Good night sweet one!

I miss you! ~ Mom

You can let go now, Daddy!

2008-08-10T11:33:00.000-07:00

Ever hear a song that tells your story? My li'l sister did a while back. From learning to ride a bike, right up to the hospital room... as TL put it, "Why do they write theses things?"

Here's the video...
Pedro:)

Crystal Shawanda - You Can Let Go

Wind blowin’ on my face
Sidewalk flyin’ beneath my bike
A five year-old’s first taste
Of what freedom’s really like
He was runnin’ right beside me
His hand holdin’ on the seat
I took a deep breath and hollered
As I headed for the street

You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Oh, I think I’m ready
To do this on my own
It’s still a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I’ll be ok now, Daddy
You can let go

I was standin’ at the altar
Between the two loves of my life
To one I’ve been a daughter
To one I soon would be a wife
When the preacher asked,
‘Who gives this woman?’
Daddy’s eyes filled up with tears
He kept holdin’ tightly to my arm
‘Till I whispered in his ear

You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Oh, I think I’m ready
To do this on my own
It still feels a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I’ll be ok now, Daddy
You can let go

It was killin’ me to see
The strongest man I ever knew
Wastin’ away to nothin’
In that hospital room
‘You know he’s only hangin’ on for you’
That’s what the night nurse said
My voice and heart were breakin’
As I crawled up in his bed, and said

You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Your little girl is ready
To do this on my own
It’s gonna be a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I’ll be ok now, Daddy
You can let go
You can let go...

Welcome to Walmart!

2008-07-23T11:23:00.000-07:00

Well, we made it past the anniversary, for lack of a better term, of Dad's aneurism.

Regardless of which method you use to mark "the anniversary" - the date itself; or the 3rd Sunday of July (yes, that's pronounced joo-lie) or the 197th day of the year - another one has passed. 2 years ago? Can you believe it's been soooo long!

Anyway, to try and lighten things up (at least for me)... I'm posting an e-mail I really think Dad would've got a chuckle out of. You may not consider it politically correct, but since I write these pages mostly for me... you'll just have to deal with it.

Hopefully you enjoy it, too!
John:)
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There I was on my way to shop at Walmart. Getting into a fight was the farthest thing from my mind. It wasn't even on the horizon. I was in a great mood!

And then... I rear-ended a car!

So there we are alongside the road and slowly the driver gets out of the car (and you know how you just get sooo stressed and life-stuff seems to get funny)? Yeah, well, I could NOT believe it... He was a DWARF!

He storms over to my car, looks up at me and says, 'I AM NOT HAPPY!'

So, I look down at him and say, 'Well, which one are you then?' And that's when the frickin fight started.

Happy Birthday Dad!

2008-07-12T14:22:00.000-07:00

TOGETHER has Power - Don't Run Alone!

2008-06-26T11:01:00.000-07:00

Want to hear a fantastic story of a Fathers love? You may have heard or seen it before, but this morning I got an e-mail from my other Dad, Ralph.

Either way, it's certainly a story worth (re)telling, so I'm passing along a video to tell the story of a father and son... TOGETHER!

Keep the Kleenex handy!
Johnny:)

I can do everything through HIM who gives me strength. Philippians 4:13 (NIV)
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From Ralph's e-mail:
A son asked his father, ‘Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?’ The father who, despite having a heart condition, said ‘Yes’. They went on to complete the marathon together.

Father and son went on to join other marathons - the father always saying ‘Yes’ to his son’s request of going through the race together.

One day, the son asked his father, ‘Dad, let’s join the Ironman together.’ To which, his father said ‘Yes’. Father and son went on to complete the Ironman race together.

Click play... talk about INSPIRING!

Dick and Rick Hoyt are a father-and-son team from Massachusetts who together compete just about continuously in marathon races. And if they’re not in a marathon they are in a triathlon — that daunting, almost superhuman, combination of 26.2 miles of running, 112 miles of bicycling, and 2.4 miles of swimming. Together they have climbed mountains, and once trekked 3,770 miles across America.

For info on being a part of Team Hoyt's 2009 Charity Teams, click on the "Join Us" button.

My Dad - My Hero!

2008-06-15T13:07:00.000-07:00

What can I say on Father's Day? Dad really is my hero!

My day started with a visit to Mt Tahoma. Then on returning home for brunch, I was reminded how truly blessed I am. A wonderful wife; 2 glorious kids; great parents - plus so many unbelievable memories! WOW... what a life!

God Bless & Happy Father's Day!
Pedro:)

For a special Father's Day treat click play below. Then kick back, listen & enjoy! -JE
Father's Day - Buddy Ellis The Doo Bee's of Daddyhood; June 18th, 2006 (FBC of Lakewood)

Interview with Jesus?

2008-06-07T19:54:00.000-07:00

There's some powerpoint presentations going around again by email lately. In fact, I received a good one from Trish yesterday called Happiness is a Voyage. Want me to forward it? Shoot me a note & I'll share. It's definitely worth watching.

But, I digress. I received a link to the movie below. Kind of an online powerpoint, so thought it fit the theme. The site - Interview with Jesus - lets you view movies, and links to their store where you can buy the movies on dvd, plus books and more.

No, I'm not their newest salesman... just hoping by offering the links to their stuff, that posting one of their movies here would be alright.

Anyway... ENJOY!
Johnny:)

What's in the box?

2008-04-29T23:00:00.000-07:00

Here's an e-mail that I received today from a customer. I've seen it many times before, but it's one of those e-mails that even seeing it over and over... it still rings true. Hope you enjoy it.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way.

In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.

There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stopped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important... Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture... Jack stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

"The box is gone," he said

"What box?" Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life."

A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser

"The thing he valued most was... my time?"

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

"I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"

To everyone that reads this... Thanks for your time!
Johnny:)

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away! -Hilary Cooper

Just stopping by...

2008-04-17T00:23:00.000-07:00

I stopped by Fir Lane the other day to visit Michael's gravesite.

I never really figured that I'd be much for hanging out at any cemetery...

Turns out that it can actually be a good place to gather my thoughts and reflect when needed.

Dad's gravesite's up at Tahoma Nat'l Cemetery - a bit too far for just dropping by when the moment strikes me. But Fir Lane? I've been there a number of times since Mickey's funeral. It's close to home and turns out - it's a place where I can (odd as it may be) visit with Dad and Mickey at the same time & place.

I know that up in heaven, Mike's probably peeking down from time-to-time. For sure he's hanging out with Grandpa a lot, too! So, it seems likely that Dad could be with him when he's peeking sometimes, right?

Okay, so maybe I live in a dream world... but you gotta do what gets you through!

Tomorrow (well actually today, I guess) marks 18-month since Dad left. After all those months, I'm still not comfortable with what to call it. No matter the words - death, passed away, etc. - they all still mean he's gone.

Now, don't get me wrong. It's not that I don't spend time remembering the good times, too. Of course, I do. His smiles; his laugh; the way enjoyed time with Trish, us kids, and of course... his grandkids. His love of God, family, friends & food. Sharing a ball game or a crime drama on TV. The grown man he was, and the little child he showed all of us he (and we) could be.

Remembering the good times also makes it crystal clear that those memories are all we get!

People tell me that with time, I'll get past the pain and the tears. But in all actuality, I certainly hope not.

I heard this quote by playwright, Tom Stoppard...

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

I don't want to have to presume that once my eyes watered. The fact that they still water, tells me those memories I hold onto continue to have a lasting impression on my life, as well as many of the lives of those around me.

Like I said, just stopping by!
John:)

Character Counts...

2008-03-05T23:52:00.000-08:00

If you knew my Dad, you knew Politically Correct was NOT something he was often accused of being.

But one thing for sure, he DID know how to love people! Based not on, as Dr Martin Luther King Jr sad so eloquently, "...the color of their skin but by the content of their character".

Many times I had the definition of character tossed my way by Dad... Who I am when nobody is watching. Yes, Dad definitely knew good character! How's your character... Who are you when nobody's watching?

Dad loved the book Character Counts: Who's Counting Yours? The author, Rod Handley and his family, have been friends of the family since I was young.

I read something that described the book as a practical tool for helping people who desire to be people of character and integrity.

In this crazy world we live in - whether at home or away; at work or at school; at the grocery store or the voting booth - anywhere we go, we should strive to be people whose character is beyond reproach. And it takes accountability and support from those around you to succeed.

Character does count... who IS counting yours?

God Bless...
Johnny:)

ps: I started this post in late January (for MLK Day). Not very timely anymore, but at least I finally pressed the 'publish post' button.
je

Happy Anniversary!

2008-01-09T00:47:00.000-08:00

Can you believe it's been 21 years and counting for Dina & I? For Dad & Trish, it would've been 26.

Boy, I wish it was Dad singing 'Happy Anniversary', but I guess this will have to do (click the play button to view the video above)!

Happy Anniversary!
Johnny:)

Merry ChristMORE!

2007-12-25T09:40:00.000-08:00

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?

2007-12-11T17:50:00.000-08:00

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!!

2007-10-22T11:28:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-10-17T05:00:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-09-23T07:19:00.000-07:00

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...

2007-09-19T11:58:00.000-07:00

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...

2007-09-19T10:34:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-09-17T23:56:00.000-07:00

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

2007-07-23T11:15:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-07-18T11:02:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-07-15T19:41:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-07-11T23:29:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-07-05T20:58:00.000-07:00

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...

2007-06-30T14:14:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-05-26T07:24:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-24T23:47:00.001-07:00

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?

2007-05-17T23:25:00.000-07:00

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?

2007-04-17T23:49:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-04-17T06:56:00.000-07:00

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?

2007-04-14T18:43:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-03-30T22:32:00.000-07:00

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...

2007-03-29T01:44:00.000-07:00

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

2007-03-23T12:40:00.000-07:00

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?

2007-03-22T10:07:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-03-17T21:03:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-03-08T22:17:00.000-08:00

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

2007-02-09T09:36:00.000-08:00

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!

2007-01-21T23:00:00.000-08:00

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!

2007-01-14T07:14:00.000-08:00

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

2007-01-04T22:16:00.000-08:00

It's been a while...

2007-01-02T22:45:00.000-08:00

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

Spending Christmas With Jesus

2006-12-23T20:43:00.000-08:00

Pastor Scott from PFBC sent Trish this poem... I don't think she'll mind my passing it along.

John

I'm Spending Christmas with Jesus this Year

With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear;
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear.
But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart.
But I am not so far away, we really aren't apart.
I cannot tell you of the splendor or the peace inside this place
Can you imagine Christmas with our Savior, face to face?

I will ask him to light your spirit as I tell him of your love.
So then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above.
So be happy for me, dear ones, you know I hold you dear.
And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above.
I sent you each a memory of my undying love.
After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do.
For I can't count the blessing or love he has for each of you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

The lights are on!

2006-12-21T11:12:00.000-08:00

Just a quick message to say... THE LIGHTS ARE ON!!

Yes, after MUCH work by Jim & Sherrie (our friends & landlords) to get things to where it could happen; the power company sent some guys on loan from Montana over to hookup the secondary line to the house.

We don't have the rest of the ammenities - no phone, internet or cable TV yet - but we DO have a roof on the garage and the POWER IS BACK! The others can wait (for a little while, at least).

Thanks to ALL that helped. Whether with your prayers, labor, phone calls or just supportive thoughts... we appreciate it.

So many were involved in keeping us safe & warm, plus comfortable (enough) to make it through the blackout week! To Jim & Sherrie; Lew, Nash, Josh & Kevin (Lew's crew... I hope I got the names right); Momma T; Mom & Ralph; TL & Jimmy; our neighbors and friends (the list goes on & on)... Thanks so much!

And just in time for Christmas! We will forever be grateful!

Thanks again!
John, Dina, Elijah & Austin!

DAY 5!

2006-12-19T06:56:00.000-08:00

The 4th full day without power came and went last night (or is it this morning) at 12:30am... So begins Day 5!

I know it may seem odd for me to keep posting about this, but since I'm still without power, work is the only internet access I have. Oddly enough hard to think about other things to write about.

That being said, you'd think I'd just wait until I do have something more to write about... but, I've been having (as the author of another blog I saw called Organized Chaos! wrote) the computer detox shakes, so the need to post outweighs the need for deeper content.

Thanks to nearly 2 full days of work from the power crews, the rest of the neighborhood has their power bamore thanks to the Samdal's, for helping out with a generator... we now have a few of the basic comforts of home.

No fridge yet; but that's only because we'd already thrown EVERYTHING out! However, we do have a microwave when needed, and plugged in the TV for some video games. We were even able to pickup a local TV station (reception was a bit snowy, reminding me of the old rabbit-eared tv's of my childhood... good memories!) and watch a movie together.

Many years ago, Dina started the tradition of making gingerbread houses. Last night, for the first time since the power went out - We turned some Christmas music on the radio; plugged the Christmas tree in; and built some (Sorry for the poor picture quality. Pretty dark in the dining room).

What a ball! I think I can speak for the 4 of us if I say we were able to forget about the power for a bit. Close to normalcy! At least for a little while.

Are you ready?
John:)

Baby, it's cold outside!

2006-12-18T09:12:00.000-08:00

A little less cold (for me, least) today... but that's only because I'm at work where the power is on! At home - depending on where in the house you are - you can frequently see your breath! Brrrrr!

But we're toughing it out.

I've got lots to do here at the office, but in case anyone read the Friday post... I figured it deserved an update... and since it's lunch hour, I've got a minute or two. I received and replied to an e-mail from family friend, Mariye, so with a little help (stealing a portion of my reply), here it is.

Short and sweet, but none-the-less, an update.

We're still at the house toughing it out... and although a little cold, we're trying to make this holiday season and its' traditions stay as "normal" as possible.

We already ended up (mostly due to the tree being pulled out of the house) missing both Trish's Christmas shindig on Saturday morning & my Mom's on Saturday evening. Dina's adamant that we won't let this storm take us out of our house too, so we're sticking it out.

Say a little prayer for luck to be on our side.

If the neighborhood gets power back (maybe today), then the contractor can get in there to hopefully get power restored to the house, while they complete repairs to the garage (Thanks to Lew Samdal at Samdal Construction for keeping us near the top of their list).

God Bless!
John

What a storm, huh?

2006-12-17T00:15:00.000-08:00

So you're one of those people that has power? Obviously you are... since you're reading this li'l note.

At our house, as well as all of my local family's (Trish, TL & Tony) and I'm sure many of yours, things went dark during the big windstorm Thursday night.

Maybe your neigborhood, like mine, looked - or still looks - like one of these pictures I pulled off King 5's website. I know it may be surprising, but I didn't personally snap any pics of our local neigborhood (more on that in a bit).

Anyway, for those of you not currently in the NW that haven't heard about the storm... it got a little drafty here late Thursday.

Then it got a more blustery.

And then it blew a tad harder.

And then it started just blowing so hard, you almost thought it could blow the house down.

Well, it may not have blown the house down, but all over the Puget Sound, it certainly blew the tree(s) down! Lots of them right into, and sometimes through, a house. Waking up Friday morning... with no lights, no heat, and a job to get going to I climbed right over the debris from the tree that fell through my garage and... What? I hadn't mentioned that?

Oh, right... that was the 'more in a bit' that I'd mentioned earlier.

Welp-o, just after midnite on Friday, I woke up - startled by something. I wandered out of the bedroom to explore what had caused it. Whatever it was, it had apparently stopped since their wasn't any ongoing noise.

Next thing I know my neighbor was banging on the door. I (still half asleep, I think) answered the door with something like, "What can I do for you?"

"Are you alright?" he asked. "A tree just totaled your garage!"

So, that's what woke me up. It had stopped, that's for sure! It had stopped once the tree finished falling right through the garage roof. The tree, and ancient-looking one that stood just 6 or 8 feet from the garages corner, just couldn't stand the ferocious winds any longer.

That being said... for us at least, all is well (last reports, still no power at the other family members houses either... but at least no trees through the roof). Everyone was safe and sound, however probably without power for quite a while to come. I'll throw some pictures on as soon as I can get ahold of some (my Boss, Jim, and my son, Elijah both snapped some).

Yes... safe and sound, with Dina & I sleeping only 15 feet or so from where it fell. Even the cars; which were parked outside the garage in the driveway, 5 feet away; were spared! Believe that? Dina & I have discussed it, and we certainly felt Dad watching over us on this one that's for sure.

My youngest, Austin, summed it up the way the rest of us have been since... "We are Blessed!!" People tend to look back and forth between you and then the 100+ foot tree rather inquisitively. How can you be 'blessed' when that just happened to your house.

Well, we know that a big chunk of the roof (it was a brand new roof, too!) is gone. And we know that the entire front wall of the garage is about to leave the other 3 walls company, and fall off into the driveway. And we know it must be around 40 or 45 degrees at best in that house.

Yes, e know ALL these things... and we feel blessed!! It missed our children... our real valuables. It missed us in bed, oblivious & asleep. It missed the living area of the house altogether and missed everything of value (not like there's that much of value) in the garage. No need to replace the washer/dryer combo we'd been given, or the foosball table, or the weedeater. All our safe.

How could you feel anything but blessed?

Make no mistake. It's no fun being freezing cold if you wake up during the night. No fun missing the ballgames, or missing out on Christmas movies & specials. Missing out on Dina's home cooking. And a running hot water heater & a washer/dryer combo to keep us and things around us clean. Missing days of seeing Christmas lights in the neighborhood.

But given the possibilities of what could have been... I'll be glad with the outcome & continue to feel, for lack of any better words... "Blessed!"

A guy came down to pull the tree tonight (causing us to miss out on both family Christmas gatherings scheduled for today). That was a bummer, but what can you do? It's not like you plan something like this. Fiscally by the way, you don't ever want to pay to have a tree pulled out of your house. Whatever you'd guess it'd cost is probably wrong... the actual more than doubled my expectation.

We had to evacuate (as did neighbors on each side) while he & his crew did the job. So we headed off to find a hotel to use as home for one nights sleep. We found one... which was no easy task, and settled in for the night.

And for this one night we're warm. Eating warm food, doing laundry, showered, and feeling a little human again... but only for this one night. Tomorrow, we head back into the trenches to tough it out with those still in the neighborhood!

Power is still out, and the power guy on the block today told the neighbor (it's being told at least, 3rd hand so take it with a grain of salt) that it's probably going to be 3-4 weeks for power to be restored on our block.

As now there's only a hole where the tree once was. And a lot of 'firewood' left behind to clean up!

God Bless! Be Safe! Pray Hard!
Johnny:)

Say an extra prayer for us, too... selfish as it may seem, we really want to be able to wake up in our own house on ChristMore morning! It's a tradition we'd like to keep going!

Are you ready?

2006-12-14T10:42:00.000-08:00

That's right... it IS almost here. So I need to know, are you ready for Christmas?

"Sure, I'm ready! I've bought the presents for the wife, husband, kids, grandkids, etc. Sure, I'm ready!"

I don't need those answers... nor do I need to know if you've planned all the parties and meals. Or whether the lights are up or the tree is trimmed. I've no need to know what you found for Aunt Martha, or what your nephew Tim's answer would be if you ask "boxers or briefs?".

"Sure, I'm ready! I've volunteered to pass out candy canes at the local school. Sure, I'm ready!"

It's not important how much you get (or give for that matter). It doesn't make any difference how much is under your tree Christmas morning, or if you've taken time for every Christmas tradition of the past. All of these are part of the Christmas season, but the cliche' about Jesus being the Reason for the Season, still holds true.

"Sure, I'm ready! I've donated food and gifts for the needy. Sure, I'm ready!"

Have you taken time to recognize if there’s any obstacles blocking the Lord's way into (or more deeply into) your heart? Are you spreading His message of Peace, Love & Hope that the world needs so much?

"Sure, I'm ready! I've rang the bell at the local grocery store. Sure, I'm ready!"

I recently read an illustration from the comic strip "Jump Start" that went something like this.

Clarence is dragging his Christmas tree down to the curb, when he's approached by his neighbor Joe who says, "Hey, Scrooge, what are you doing?"

"This must look strange, huh, Joe? It's not even New Year's and I'm dragging my tree to the curb."

"What's the rush, big guy?", says Joe.

"Something weird has happened to the holidays, Joe. Charlene & I are totally stressed out, and my son isn't even playing with his new toys. How come the holidays seemed so much better when we were kids?"

Joe's answer? "Because back then we referred to the Holidays as Christmas!"

"Sure, I'm ready! I've decorated the church, the house, the office, and the car. Sure, I'm ready!"

For most of us, Christmas brings out the best we have to offer. Others are afraid to be happy. Nurturing fears & hurts. Not ready to celebrate & rejoice, because they won't let Christ set them free. If there was ever a time for rejoicing, it's Christmas. The Lord came into our world... a babe in a manger.

Now that's a reason to celebrate!

So, once again I ask, ARE YOU READY? How about starting fresh & new today... Living each and every day like it's Christmas Day!

Merry CHRISTmore!
Johnny:)

What can I give him poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring him a lamb.
If I were a wise man, I would do my part;
Yet what can I give him? I'll give him my heart.
-Christina Rossetti

Ponderisims...

2006-12-05T13:40:00.000-08:00

I've been a bit (quite a bit) under the weather lately, so the best I can offer for now is a copy of an e-mail from the archives of the One & Only, Buddy Ellis.

More from me in the future, but for now... ENJOY one from Dad!

Things That Make You Go Hmm...

Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.

Gardening Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant.

The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.

I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of natural causes.

Life is sexually transmitted.

Some people are like Slinkies. Not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.

Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.

Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder these days no one talks about seeing UFOs like they used to?

All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.

In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.

How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?

Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?

If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?

Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!

If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?

Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?

Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?

Does pushing the elevator button more than once make it arrive faster?

Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

Do you ever wonder why you gave me your email address?

brrrRRRRRRRR?

2006-11-29T16:46:00.000-08:00

What a week this has been around the northwest, huh? When the high temps are only 30 or so, I'd say it's a tad chilly. The summer provided so much wonderful weather though, that I guess it's only fair that fall is wet, snowy, windy & (most of all) cold.

It's definitely feeling like Christmas-time, that's for sure! As I mentioned previously, Dina & I took the boys to get our tree... it's up and decorated, and with the lights on the house; the snow on the ground; it's felt like the middle of winter - and it's not even December yet.

I stopped by Momma T's the other day, and her tree's up & ready as well. Heck, in a couple more weeks she'll most of us kids & grandkids together at the house for the first of many celebrations this season.

While I'm glad to have the Christmas season underway, and looking forward to the celebrations; I'm also moving through each day with a bit of trepidation. A touch apprehensive of what those celebrations will bring! Tears or Laughter? Joy or Sorrow? Probably a good chunk of each! So many feelings pouring out, so many memories being brought to mind!

So, am I cold? On the outside I am for sure. But to have been able to enjoy a week of smiling faces brought on by Snow days & Sledding, Christmas trees & lights... I'm toasty warm on the inside! What a great way to begin the season, don't you think?!

Hey Dad... Can you see the smiles? I can most certainly see yours!

God Bless! Time to get started with your Merry CHRISTmas!
Johnny:)

Happy Belated Thanksgiving!

2006-11-25T07:50:00.000-08:00

Turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, rolls, pumpkin cheesecake pie... the whole enchilada! Well, almost. There wasn't any Spam (many of you probably think that's really something to be thankful for!!)

Either way, with or without Spam, I'm still adjusting my belt from the wonderful dinner Dina made Thursday (or it could be from all the leftovers I've had since).

That being said, I'm sure that nothing we enjoyed comes remotely close to comparing with the feast or the celebration that Dad enjoyed. We can only imagine!

Here? Well, Thanksgiving Day has come and gone; but that doesn't mean that we've stopped being thankful! Not in the slightest.

As Dina, Elijah, Austin & myself drove down the road yesterday (on the way to the traditional cutting down of our Christmas tree), we passed by a church. A church we've only attended once - so not much for memories, right?

WRONG! The one time we attended there was when Dad was preaching.

I caught Dina glancing over as we passed by... obviously she was remembering too! I said something like, "everywhere we turn, huh?" To which she replied, "that's a good thing!"

We can find things to be sad about, and let them get us down in the dumps; have a little pity party and wallow in our sadness... or we can turn those things into wonderful memories to be thankful for! I choose the latter.

Momma T & I were chatting a couple days ago about all of the great tear-filled moments of memories we've each been going through. As we talked, it reminded us that all that shows is that our immense love for Dad.

By having so many things around us... people, places, smells, sights and more... that cause us to remember Dad - tears or not - obviously it's due to the fact that those things remind us of soooo many great moments that we shared with or because of Dad.

Does that makes sense? I guess I'm just trying to say this: Even if the memories may bring tears to our eyes, we'll take 'em! Those tears are a gentle reminder of how much we miss him, and yet an even stronger reminder of not only how much we love him, but how much he loves us, too!

Thanks God for all of these gentle reminders... and Thanks Dad, just for being Dad!

Happy Thanksgiving, Dad!
Johnny:)

Brain itch?

2006-11-21T13:51:00.000-08:00

Have you ever been in the car on the way somewhere, and just before you get there you hear a song that you just can't get out of your head?

Then all day long you find yourself humming bits and pieces of that song?!

I did some checking - and according to Prof. James Kellaris of the University of Cincinnati College of Business, that's called a "cognative itch."

Continuing, he says that "certain songs have properties that are analogous to histamines that make our brain itch. The only way to scratch a cognitive itch is to repeat the offending melody in our minds."

I'm having one of those days today. Only, it wasn't a song that got stuck in my head: It was Dad!

I was running a little behind schedule, hustling to work, and heard a song (okay, so it was a song that started it) that got my mind wandering off in thoughts of Dad. Nothing specific. Just a memory of days gone by.

None-the-less, it stuck with me. I made calls to customers, and thought (as well as talked) about Dad. I'd get an e-mail and think about Dad. I talked on the phone some more... Dad. Ate lunch... Dad.

It appears that some days are just going to be like that.

I think about him every day in different ways. Sometimes it's a ball-game on TV; an episode of NCIS or CSI; or a conversation with a co-worker, customer, family member or even stranger. Whichever one it is... they all hit me like a ton of bricks!

I'm probably not the only one either. Trish, as well as my brothers and sisters, our spouses & children, Dad's close friends & fellow pastors... probably even a few of you. I'm sure those thoughts sneak up on many of us!

They sneak up on me in waves of emotion. Waves that, even though they may bring tears, feel awesome because they keep me remembering! I love to remember! Memories that are so sweet! I can see his captivating smile everywhere! Not because of pictures I see - but because the memory of that smile is so strong!

Furthermore, Kellaris says there are very few ways to get rid of a cognative itch. "Replacement strategies rarely work, because as we search our memories for a replacement tune, we're likely to come up with another", he admitted.

I guess as I think about it, it's not a bad thing... in fact, give me a lifetime of "cognative itches."

I want to keep this song stuck in my head forever!
God Bless,
John:)

A Lesson from the Geese

2006-11-20T07:25:00.000-08:00

Funny the places God finds to teach us something, isn't it? I received this e-mail from a customer this morning. Wonderful lessons learned from God's magnificent creations, huh?

Dad was such an encourager (like I'm telling you something you don't already know), that I'm most certain he would have pushed the 'forward' button on his computer had he been here to do so.

That being said, I will forward it (so to speak) on his behalf.

Happy Monday!
Johnny:)

A Lesson from the Geese

FACT: As each bird flaps its wings, it creates an "uplift" for the bird immediately following. By flying in a "V" formation, the whole flock has at least 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew on it's own.
LESSON: People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going more quickly and easily because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.

FACT: When a goose flies out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to go it alone. It quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird in front of it.
LESSON: If we have as much common sense as a goose, we stay in formation with those headed where we want to go. We are willing to accept their help and give our help to others. It is harder to do something alone than together.

FACT: When the lead goose gets tired, it rotates back into the formation, and another goose flies to the point position.
LESSON: It is sensible to take turns doing the hard and demanding tasks and sharing leadership. As with geese, people are interdependent of each others skills, capabilities, and unique arrangements of gifts, talents, or resources.

FACT: The geese flying in formation honk from behind to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.
LESSON: We need to make sure our honking is encouraging. In groups where there is encouragement, the production is much greater. The power of encouragement (to stand by one's heart or core values and encourage the heart and core of others) is the quality of honking we seek. We need to make sure our honking is encouraging and not discouraging.

FACT: When a goose gets sick, wounded, or shot down, two other geese will drop out of formation with that goose and follow it down to lend help and protection. They stay with the fallen goose until it dies or is able to fly again. Then, they launch out on their own, or with another formation to catch up with their flock.
LESSON: If we have the sense of a goose, we will stand by our colleagues and each other in difficult times as well as in good!

~ Written by Angeles Arrien ~

Job 12:7-9 (NIV) says:
"But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds of the air, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish of the sea inform you.

Which of all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this?

Look around... you can see God at work everywhere. If the animals are willing to listen to God's plan for their lives, shouldn't we?

Isn't God GREAT?
JE

Keep Smiling, Dad!

2006-11-17T07:50:00.000-08:00

I can hardly believe it's been so long already! That's right, it was one month ago today that Dad left for the streets of heaven.

Man, I sure miss him!

I still expect to see him walk through the front doors at the office to visit at any minute. Or see his smiling face when I walk into Rotary (sorry, fellow Rotarians, for my infrequent attendance lately... that's still a hard place for me to be).

I miss him so much!

When my phone rings, I think it might be Dad calling from the mall, where he's found a great deal on something none of us needs - but he's so excited by the price he just had to buy it (maybe even 2 of them).

Gosh, I miss my Dad!

And then it hits me... AGAIN! He's gone! No longer can I hear the familiar calming sounds of his voice. No more can I wrap my arms around him & feel the saftey and love in his embrace.

By the way, have I mentioned how much I miss him?

His voice; his hugs & kisses; the smell of his cologne; heck - I'd even settle for a few e-mails, jokes or just one of his songs. A little To God be the Glory! or Amazing Grace or how about one more verse of Happy Birthday.

I know that he's in, as they always say, "a much better place"! He's not hurting, or sad, or missing anything or anyone. He's worshipping at a level that makes worshipping here on earth seem like taking a nap, I'm sure.

But me? I just miss him!

Will it get easier? With time, we know it will. For now... a month has felt both like forever and like nothing more than a blink in time. The moments fly by, yet time seems to also stand still.

I'm sooo happy for Dad. He's made it to his final destination. He fought the good fight & won the battle! I rejoice in his victory!! The saying 'the grass is always greener' on the other side holds knew meaning for me now. Dad found that greener grass; the golden streets; the bluest skies!

Can you imagine how HUGE his smile must be?

Keep smiling, Dad!

I'll close with the words Ron Shepherd spoke as he left Dad's bedside 32 days ago (the day before his passing)...

"See you another day!"
Johnny:)

By the way, they also always say it's harder for those left behind. I definitely agree with that one! Those left behind to miss him...
and I DO MISS HIM!

Then again, maybe I've said that already?

A carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?

2006-11-14T06:35:00.000-08:00

Darryl, Dad's friend & former co-worker stumbled across this gem of an e-mail that Dad had sent him more than a year ago. Well worth another look! -JE

You may never look at a CUP OF COFFEE the same way again.

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling.

It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?"

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. She then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee.

The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity--boiling water--but each reacted differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the
boiling water, it softened and became weak.

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique, however.
After they were in the boiling water they had changed the water. "Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "

When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor.

If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you can get better and change the situation around you with God's help. How do you handle adversity? When the hours are the darkest and the trials are their greatest, do you ask God to elevate you to another level?

When adversity strikes, ask yourself... ARE YOU A CARROT, AN EGG, OR A COFFEE BEAN?

I found my smile!

2006-11-13T10:49:00.000-08:00

Here it was, a quiet Friday afternoon at work. My wife Dina had made sure I was leaving a "li'l early". Said she had something planned for the family to do after work.

All of us need a little bit of that... a li'l something!

Over these past 4 months, everything (and I do literally mean everything) has revolved around Dad, and for good reason!

However, now that that chapter has been completed; we each have to find our own little something.

My wife & kids jumpstarted ours with a little home-planned kidnapping! The "li'l early" was needed to get me in the (already packed) van and head for a weekend at the coast.

What a great time it turned out to be!

A nice view combined with some breaks in the icky weather for some time to find lost smiles! We shopped for Christmas decorations, and saltwater taffy, searched for sand dollars & seashells, walked on the beach and waded (sometimes unintentionally) in the surf.

But we did smile... yes, we smiled LOTS!

While winter sneaks in and the weather gets nasty, don't forget to do what you need to do to find your smiles, too!

As Dina reminded me this morning with a note tucked in my lunchbag: Smile - Remember to do that more often. It's nice to see it on you. Dad would be proud of her blindsiding me with this little getaway.

Thanks God, for surrounding us with family & friends to help each other in our healing! Do you have your smile? If not... FIND IT!

God Bless,
John:)

Did ya miss me?

2006-11-10T07:49:00.000-08:00

I figure I've waited long enough for most everybody to quit checking the blog by now.

You're still here?

I'm a little surprised by that! You do realize that 9 days ago, I made my final official post...
I guess that makes this my first unofficial post.

I've heard some very nice things from many of you about the impact these pages have had on some of you. Imagine being in my shoes! For just under 4 months now (117 days, for those of you keeping score), I've been attached at the hip to these pages. Stopping abruptly was needed, yet extremely difficult for me.

So why am I back? It's a little different this time around. I'm not here to give updates on Dad, nor asking for prayer or support as I have in the past. In fact I may just ramble on & on... who knows?

The reason I'm back... me, and only me!

Don't get me wrong, I'm not being self-centered or anything. If you're reading it; that's great! I just mean that my writing will be more the therapy that I spoke of previously.

So often I find myself thinking, or dreaming, or talking (I think you get the drift) to Dad, that it seems appropriate that I go back to putting it on paper in an effort to work through things in my own life & mind.

Today, I don't actually have much to post - I just wanted to come back! But from here on out, I'll stop by when I do...

I hope that some of what you read causes you to reflect, to change, gain strength, or just plain smile. If not, then I'm sure you've got to have better things you can be doing - besides, like I said, it's for me now anyway (kidding, only kidding)!

Feel to stop to check it out anytime you like. Posts will probably be less frequent and, more often than not, be only minutely about Dad (unless you're good at reading between the lines).

If you have an anecdote to throw at me, or some thoughts or interjection to share with me, feel free to e-mail me at my home address by clicking here.

In the mean time... Keep on keeping on!
John

Hang Loose!

2006-11-01T16:22:00.000-08:00

As I sat down to type, I decided that maybe a neat little poem would say the words I wasn't sure that I'd be able to find today.

As I searched various websites, page after page, I found lots of poems; teary poems; beautiful poems… poems to fathers both here and gone.

But none were about MY dad.

I guess that means that once again; for this one last time; the words will be my own. Hopefully inspired by the One that has inspired so many of Dads’ words in years gone by!

This morning Tricia Lynn sent me an e-mail that, in part said, “Life feels kinda weird going back to normalcy”. Normalcy - What is that really? According to Merriam Webster it’s the state or fact of being the way things usually are; Normality.

I have a feeling that normalcy may not be something that I will ever experience again… if somehow it is, it will be through new routines, new practices and new customs. Things can never be as they ”usually” were?

There will, most certainly be healing. God will provide that in time. But there will always be a void. A void left by the passing of a wonderful husband, father, grandfather & friend!

I went to pull a scripture and ran across Proverbs 27:11

Become wise, dear child, and make me happy; then nothing the world throws my way will upset me. (The Message)

Then NOTHING... will upset me!

Dad strived to live his life that way. People always commented on how carefree he would be, even in the midst of turmoil. Dad had developed a 'Hang Loose' mentality that went waaaayyyyy beyond he & Trish's annual trips to Waikiki. It was a way of life.

Richard Carlson (author of Don't Sweat the Small Stuff) says:

If you think of strangers as being a little more like you and treat them not only with kindness and respect but with smiles and eye contact as well, you'll probably notice some pretty nice changes in yourself.

You'll begin to see that most people are just like you--most have families, people they love, troubles, concerns, likes, dislikes, fears, and so forth. You'll also notice how nice and grateful people can be when you're the first one to reach out.

When you see how similar we all are, you begin to see the innocence in all of us. In other words, even though we often mess up, most of us are doing the best that we know how with the circumstances that surround us. Along with seeing the innocence in people comes a profound feeling of inner happiness.

God willing, this will be my last official post on the blog. I thank you for allowing me a forum to have my own private (okay, not so private) therapy sessions here within these pages. I may sneak back in to continue my therapy as time goes by; for anniversaries, birthdays... who knows?

I do, however, want to leave you with a couple of words as I go. None of them my own.

Don't sweat the small stuff. Do a Toyota Jump now and then. Keep on Keeping on! Strive for the Prize! Enjoy the kid that we usually keep tucked deep inside!

But most of all...

Hang Loose! The Best IS Yet to BE!
Johnny:)

Sunday Night Check-In

2006-10-30T06:28:00.000-08:00

For many years, Dad has sent out an e-mail every Sunday night before bed to all of the family members (young and old).

Primarily, it was an update on the previous weeks events, as well as a reminder on the events to come.

Well bless her heart, Trish has kept that alive with "Sunday Night Check-Ins" the past couple of weeks (Thanks Trish!)

Anyway, so many people I've run in to have asked "how are you all doing?" The opening paragraphs seem an appropriate statement of where we are as a family, so I thought I'd pass it along, including a line or 2 thereafter and one from the closing!
_____

Dear family,

I don't know about you, but the past week was painful, tiring, difficult and lots of the time it was a blessing.

Sounds weird, I know, but God sure is helping me deal with our man being gone with a touch from someone, a kind word, a phone call, a visit... God's word has never let me down and some friends have sent sweet verses and I have been reading and I just feel His peace deep down in my heart.

Mostly, I am concentrating on the fact that Buddy is in a better place known as heaven and even though I do not know exactly what will be there, I do know that I am looking forward to seeing it someday too.

Hugs to all and please... Keep loving each other, keep God first and keep telling others about HIM.

Love and smooches,
Mom, Momma T, Grandma, Grammy, Trammy Tish
_____

Sounds like Dad, the Great Encourager, has left us with a GREAT replacement, huh? Keep us all in your prayers, and specifically Trish as she takes care of some of the "necessary bookwork" that is required at this time.

In God's Love...
Johnny:)

Need a Sermon?

2006-10-27T13:31:00.000-07:00

Would you like to hear Dad preach (again - or for the first time)?

High Pointe (the church where Dad was preaching his final 2 weeks in the pulpit) has links online. The volume level's pretty low, so you'll need to crank up your speakers.

Well worth the listen, though. A couple of great ones! Even the titles (in light of what ended up happening after the 7-16 sermon) are so inspired.

The God of Second Chances (7-16-06)
Dare to Dream (7-9-06)

If the links above don't work, you can go to the High Pointe "Experience the Message" page by clicking HERE.

God really gifted him with an ability like very few others I've heard (although, I may be a little biased).

Enjoy!
John

Champs!

2006-10-27T07:16:00.000-07:00

Congratulations to the 2006 Cardinals

World Series Champs!!

Cards close in on crown!

2006-10-26T22:06:00.000-07:00

Well, Dad has his crown on... now his once beloved Cardinals are closing in on one of their own.

It's most certainly not near as nice a crown, but it would certainly be a nice tribute, and a heck of a memory for us to hang on to this year.

Being from southern Illinois, Dad has always loved the Cards! They were the home team.

As the years flew by and he made the northwest home, the Mariners became the home team, but the Cards always remained his team!

So 4 down in the best of 7 series. Cards are up, 3 games to 1.

Just one more win to bring it home! Go Cards!

Johnny

Thanks!

2006-10-24T00:24:00.000-07:00

Just a quick note to say "Thanks" to so many and for so much!

I wish that words could express the gratitude that I (and I think I can speak for the entire family) feel for the consistent prayers, kind words, cards, notes, financial and emotional support that we've received over these past 100 days.

Dad may be gone, but definitely will not be forgotten. And you can play a BIG part in keeping that memory alive. Make The Best is Yet to Be! a part of what you do for those around you.

As the need for this blog wanes, the need for that same kind of fervor towards others continues to grow. When Dad had his aneurysm, help came from near and far. We felt it!

However, we also heard many stories from others in need. Some of those stories even came from friends & family that were dealing with ongoing health or spritual battles of their own.

When Ron closed the celebration at FBC Saturday, he told us to use a bit of Buddy when we said our goodbyes as we left. I'm saying to take it a little bit further. There are lots of buddys in need out there!!

Somewhere is a person that needs your prayers. Someone who needs the consistency you've given to reading this blog daily. Someone that may need a hand... emotionally, physically, or financially.

We know that ultimately the Best IS Yet to Be... but what about before we get to heaven? Is that phrase applicable RIGHT NOW?

It can be... If we use our prayers, time, talents, abilities & successes to help others. Make a difference! Whether in your home, neighborhood, church, school or workplace!

That's the best way I can think of to use a "bit of Buddy".

Honor his memory by doing your part to make sure that, even while here on earth, the Best is Yet to Be!
John

Forever Friendship

2006-10-23T08:36:00.000-07:00

Here's an e-mail I received this morning... it's one that Dad would have forwarded, so I felt it belonged here!

Johnny:)
_____

Sometimes in life, you find a special friend.

Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.

Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop.

Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.

Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door... just waiting for you to open it.

This is Forever Friendship!

The Dash

2006-10-23T08:03:00.000-07:00

Someone sent me this poem a while back. I read it one day at Rotary; shortly after Dad started this journey; not knowing it would be so appropriate these few months later.

It reflects Dad in so many ways!

Johnny:)

**EDIT**
Posting the e-mailed poem mentioned, apparently stirred up a claim of copyright infringement from the author. Maybe if I'd included a link to it rather than the entire poem itself? New at this blogging thing and the legalities that go along with it, so really don't know.

Anyway, in a letter, the Blogger Team notified me that I had 3 days to remove it (subject to a claim of copyright infringement, regardless of its merits) so, with that being said - the poem has beem removed in accordance with the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA).

If you'd still like to read it... you can find it on the authors' website at The Dash
-JE

Where Heroes Rest!

2006-10-20T23:59:00.000-07:00

As Pastor Scott said during the graveside service at Tahoma National Cemetery, the body we laid to rest today was "merely a tent".

Folded away to be replaced by an eternal building.

God-made, not man-made!

To quote a bit of the scripture Scott read from:

2 Corinthians 5:6-8 (The Message)
That's why we live with such good cheer. You won't see us drooping our heads or dragging our feet!

Cramped conditions here don't get us down. They only remind us of the spacious living conditions ahead. It's what we trust in but don't yet see that keeps us going.

Do you suppose a few ruts in the road or rocks in the path are going to stop us? When the time comes, we'll be plenty ready to exchange exile for homecoming.

Dad was ready for that homecoming!

To continuing using Scott's words (I don't think he'll mind), "Buddy is no longer here. He Has departed. He fought a good fight. He finished the course. "

"He kept the faith. He has received his crown of righteousness. He has entered his rest. So, that leads me to ask this question, What about you and me?"

This post wasn't intended (okay, so maybe it was) to be a soap-box sermonette. As many of you that know me well could attest; my life has not always been much of a testament to the Lord. I am striving, with God's help and grace, to make a changes in my personal relationship with Christ.

You can too!

If you're not a Christian, you can have that glow that Dad had... you can receive Christ right now by faith through prayer.

God knows your heart and is not so concerned with your words as He is with the attitude of your heart.

"Lord Jesus, I need You. Thank You for dying on the cross for my sins. I open the door of my life and receive You as my Savior and Lord. Thank You for forgiving my sins and giving me eternal life. Take control of the throne of my life. Make me the kind of person You want me to be."

Does this prayer express the desire of your heart? If it does, I invite you to pray this prayer right now, and Christ will come into your life, as He promised.

If you are already a Christian, then live each day of your life letting your light shine for all to see, giving glory to your Father in heaven, and knowing that no matter what life brings...

The Best is Yet to Be!

You're right Scott, I bet Dad is up there leaping & shouting, "It's true, it's true!"

God Bless you all!
Johnny:)

A.W. "Buddy" Ellis

2006-10-19T09:15:00.000-07:00

July 12, 1939 - October 17, 2006 (67 years young)

Buddy was born in Cairo, IL, to Arlin and Frances Ellis, where he lived until his graduation from Cairo High when he left to join the Navy. The Navy brought him to the NW where he married Patti (divorced in '79) and had 3 children; Jim, John & Tricia Lynn.

After his stint in the Navy, Buddy was ordained into the ministry, and left the NW to attend California Baptist, and then Ft. Worth Theological Seminary. Buddy married Trish in 1982 and included her 2 children, Tony and Tina into his family.

He pastored for a total of 44 years, including his retirement years where he continued to preach nearly every Sunday.

Buddy was an excellent speaker & mentor. Always happy & care free. He loved to smile, and was a friend to all who knew him - his influence on others continuing throughout even his final 93 days after the aneurysm.

Closed casket viewing: Thurs., Oct. 19, 2006 4-9pm
Mountain View Funeral Home in Lakewood.

Graveside with Military honors; Fri., Oct. 20, 2006 10am
Tahoma National Cemetery in Kent.

A celebration of his life! Sat., Oct. 21st 11am
First Baptist Church of Lakewood; 5400 112th St SW

Dancing in Heaven!

2006-10-18T16:53:00.000-07:00

For those of you unaware, Dad left this world yesterday afternoon, and by now he's dancing & singing down the streets of Heaven.

Imagine living in the place where God lives! No matter how we stretch our imaginations, we can't comprehend what it must be is like.

But Dad can! He no longer has questions for Heaven; they've all been answered. His crown is finally in place, and his rewards received. He's seen the glorious face of God and walked the streets of gold - no longer having to endure death or mourning or crying or pain.

Yesterday, when my wife told Austin that Grandpa was in Heaven now he replied, "Finally! Now he feels all better!" Oh, that we could all have that pure understanding!

I searched for scipture but kept coming back to one used in a previous post. My wife reminded me that Gods' word is worth reading time & time again, so here it is:

2 Corinthians 4:16-18 (The Message)
So we're not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There's far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can't see now will last forever.

A friend recently wrote Dad a note saying, "I'll miss your coming by my office to put your face under my sunlight lamp on a cloudy Northwest day. You are now in His Light 24/7!"

I couldn't say it any better.

Enjoy the SONSHINE, Dad! I look forward to seeing you another day!

God Bless you all!
Johnny:)

Merry ChristMORE!

2006-10-15T10:16:00.000-07:00

We have Christmas music playing this morning. Oh, how Dad loves holiday celebrations! We know that the season ahead will always be difficult without him here to share in the fun.

He's always loved Christmas morning... as much (if not more) than his grandkids do, I think!

Celebrating JesUs' birth... He adores the music, the lights, the laughter - and the list goes on & on. My youngest son, Austin, renamed Christmas at our house last year. Since más means more in Spanish, he decided that ChristMAS should be known as ChristMORE! I expect that in Heaven; it's been known more like that forever.

Momma T, along with my brother Tony and I, were talking this morning about what the birthday celebration in Heaven must be like. I'm sure it's not the same type of party (you know, priorities are different there), but we figure Dad will most certainly give God some great ideas for upgrading it.

As for Dad's current status; I'll use Tony's words in saying, "Sure shows us how healthy Bud was before this happened". That's the truth, for sure. Dad's heart rate & respirations, although wildly irregular from time-to-time, tend to be running in the 100-120 & 15-20 ranges respectively. Meds, soothing touches from the loving family members closeby, as well as the hand of God are keeping him calm & comfortable.

Oh, how we miss his voice and his touch already!

Merry ChristMORE, Dad!
Johnny

The Best IS Yet to Be!

2006-10-13T17:48:00.000-07:00

We have a journal that our friend Barb gave us a million years ago... okay August 1st, but seems like a million years.

Anyway, we've been writing Dad little notes along the way. Some of you reading this may have even written in it when you stopped by for a visit.

Last Saturday, TL wrote something that I've been given permission to use a bit of here. It really says a lot about how God has used Dad, even in the past 3 months, to make an impact on the people he comes in contact with.

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Sat 10/7/06

I've been thinking about your motto lately - "The best is yet to be". It's always been used in everyday life. You give it to me through all my tough times as a way to say 'We'll make it through'.

What I've realized though, is that's not what it's about really. It's not about what's on the other side of this hurdle or that one while on this life on Earth. It's about what we have to look forward to in Heaven (yeah, I know - duh!?!)

It may have taken me a while but I can fully appreciate it now, Dad.

Thanks! I love you with everything I have!

Love,
TL

Remember... "The Best IS Yet to Be!"

-----

Dad used that phrase a lot. I can also find solace in the true meaning tucked inside. Thanks Tricia Lynn for helping me realize that too!

Are you 100% sure that the best is yet to be in your life?

If not... talk to your pastor, or e-mail us at PrayforBuddy@yahoo.com and we'll get you pointed in the right direction.

I know... Do you?
Johnny:)

2 Corinthians 4:16-18 (The Message)
So we're not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There's far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can't see now will last forever.

Has it been a while?

2006-10-13T08:13:00.000-07:00

Has it been a while since you got an e-mail from Dad? That was a rhetorical question... Obviously, it has been!

If you were one of the many that Dad shared e-mails with, I'm sure that's left quite a hole in your in-box. It has in mine, most definitely!

I've always been so good about keeping my in-box cleaned up. You know... A place for everything and everything in its place. As a result of that behavior, I have no e-mails from Dad other than some saved ones from way back in June.

My sister on the other hand, isn't quite so quick at clearing hers out (thank Goodness) so she has a few saved. Following (if you've rec'd it previously, read it again) is a copy of the most recent one she received... sent at 8:04 PM on 7/15/06.

The subject seems so appropriate. Dad always worked & prayed hard for others and their relationships with JesUs! The last e-mail he shared w/TL was no different.

The U in JesUs!
Before U were thought of or time had begun,
God even stuck U in the name of His Son.

And each time U pray, you'll see it's true
You can't spell out JesUs and not include U.

You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For U, He was born; that's why He came.

And His great love for U is the reason He died.
It even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with U in His plan?

The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew,
and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.

When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension,
He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.

"Go into the world and tell them it's true
That I love them all - Just like I love U."

So many great people are spelled with a U,
Don't they have a right to know JesUs too?

It all depends now on what U will do,
He'd like them to know, but it all starts with U.

--Author Unknown

Home Sweet Home

2006-10-11T08:45:00.000-07:00

It was quite a long (extremely) path; taking nearly 90 days; but Dad has finally come home.

Nowhere close to the circumstances we'd hoped & prayed for, but home none-the-less!

Delay after delay made today no different than the other transport days we've experienced. Plans were to head that way in the late morning, but that kept getting pushed back. Finally, the ambulance showed up & Dad headed this way.

After getting all settled in, the Hospice nurse got there and finally finished up showing us the "how to's" for Dad's care and the various comfort measures (i.e., medicines, positioning, etc) around 10pm. Whew!

Dad's respirations continue to be much higher (yesterday, as well); in the 30-35 bpm range versus 20 a couple of days ago. Fever's been running about 100 degrees, but with meds he seems to be resting pretty comfortably.

Continue to pray! Prayers of comfort, and prayers of praise for the gift we've had... the gift of time!

God Bless!
Johnny:)

Every day is a gift, that you've been given! Make the most of life every minute you're living. - Chris Rice; Life Means So Much (Rocketown Records)

Waiting again!

2006-10-09T20:27:00.000-07:00

What's new, right?

Waiting, waiting and more waiting! Jimmy flew up this morning and joined Trish, TL, Michael & I, (Walt & CC also came to offer extra moral support) for todays events.

Things went off (or came out, as it were) without a hitch. Dad, while still non-responsive, had the endotracheal tube removed and is breathing unassisted - albeit high - in the neighborhood of 20 breaths per minute (normal's about 12 in adults) with a oxygen saturation level running right close to 100%.

The external shunt was also removed, along with pretty much everything other than the monitors (which will be unhooked tonite). Speaking of monitors, his BP & heart rate are steady as well, which means the move home should happen (after a little more waiting) tomorrow.

We got to meet with the Hospice Coordinator today to get some of the particulars of what to expect. While the changes happening are a bit (okay, A LOT) overwhelming, we keep plugging along towards the goal.

We've strived for the same goal all along - Dad being healed. The only thing is... the finish line appears to have moved considerably skyward!

Once again, I think I'm speaking for the entire family in saying thanks for all of your prayers for Dad and the rest of us!

In light of the ongoing changes, please keep praying. More specifically; pray that the transfer itself be smooth & that the hospice team's able to get us up to speed with regards to what we need to do to help Dad remain comfortable.

God Bless the Prayer Warriors!
Johnny:)

Tuesday Came Early

2006-10-08T15:00:00.000-07:00

For those of you that weren't in church today (Dad would say, "where were you?"), it's Sunday; not Tuesday. However, due to the lack of improvement in Dad's condition, the family consult meeting was moved up to noon today.

It appears that Dad will be having the endotracheal tube removed tomorrow and - if all goes as planned - be headed home.

Yes, due to the aforementioned lack of improvement, Dad will be heading home with the support of family & friends; under the guidance of a team from MultiCare Hospice & Palliative Care Services.

Please pray for Dad's comfort during the tube removal and transfer home.

God Bless!
John

Look! Up in the sky...

2006-10-05T07:14:00.000-07:00

It's a bird; It's a plane; No, it's SuperNurse!

Okay, that doesn't really have anything to do with today's post... but couldn't we ALL benefit from having a SuperNurse now & then.

It's been a rough few days around the various Ellis households lately. Not only does Dad continue to struggle with his medical issues, but his Mom ended up in the hospital with congestive heart failure on Sunday.

When it rains it pours, huh?

Last I heard they were able to place a stint in the damaged area, and she's awake and recognizing family members at this point in time. Add another Ellis to the prayer list!

Now for the million dollar question... What about Buddy?

Dad hasn't rebounded from the infection(s) that brought him back to TG last week. We (wife Trish; daughter Trish; son Tony; grandson Michael & I) had a family consult with the staff (a wonderful thing they offer there) yesterday, so I'll pass along a little info from that.

The fever continues to bounce up & down (in the 102 neighborhood, last I heard), and they've still been unable to figure out exactly why. The Neuro folks have indicated they DON'T believe it to be a neurological issue... which leads us back to the Infectious Disease folks. They are aggressively treating the infection and hope to be able to get it under control soon.

They took Dad off the sedating meds yesterday and have received no response on his part, as of yet. The sedation they're using was 'short acting'; which means when you start or stop it... there's supposed to be an immediate effect or response. That means he should have been able to offer some nods, or something; but none so far.

Dad's seems to be having some pain... you can definitely see when it hurts. It breaks our hearts to see him in pain. Especially since (for those who know him well, I'm sure you'll agree) he's kind of a wuss when it comes to pain.

He’s been a tough cookie, though, and has repeatedly shown us that during these past 3 months or so. We've been happy that up until lately - we're pretty sure he hasn't had much (if any) pain.

That being said; some short-term goals were established (Dad would be glad about that... he loves for people to set goals). I whispered to Dad yesterday (funny, my sister told me this morning she had said almost the same thing to him yesterday, too) that if he & God had any more miracles up their sleeves, now was the time.

Now is definitely the time!

We have another meeting scheduled with the staff for next Tuesday; to re-evaluate where things are going from there.

In the mean time, pray for Dad's comfort and healing. And pray for Trish & the rest of our family… and the difficult decisions that we may, very possibly, be facing in the very near future.

God Bless all of you for your support and prayers!
John

October already?

2006-10-02T06:28:00.000-07:00

Wow! It's hard to believe it's been nearly 3 months since this all began, isn't it? And yet, here we are! Today is day 78, I think, and Dad continues with his struggles to get well.

The shunt had indeed failed, and it was obvious (due to the high fever) that there was infection somewhere.

To start things off, Dad was whisked into surgery to have the shunt removed & an external one put in it's place, allowing the normal drainage of Cerebral Spinal Fluid (CSF) to continue while the infection(s) clears.

Antibiotics (several at once) were also started right away, to get a jump start on any infection, while waiting for results from the labs, cultures and other tests.

The doctors also opted to intubate so that the airway would be protected during surgery and recovery. Abscesses had formed in Dad's stomach that also needed to drained.

What a weekend! We're definitely a long way from those wonderful days of last weekend (see picture below left)!

Dad's still in the ICU at TG (see picture above right). I'm not sure what the duration of this stay will be, but from what I understand - the plan is to remove the Endotracheal tube once he's stable enough to do so; and wait for the infections to clear before inserting a replacement shunt.

What then? I think only God has that answer!

Pray that God fills Dad with renewed strength to make it over the new & on-going hurdles he faces!!

God Bless!
John

On the road again!

2006-09-29T07:42:00.000-07:00

...just can't wait to get on the road again!

Yes, Dad is back at TG again today. Okay, last night actually.

With his heart rate zooming; fever consistently over 100 & his blood sugar double what it should be; the decision was made to head for the hospital & get everything back under control.

While Dad was on the way, the rest of us; Trish, Trish, myself, Walt & Martha (thanks for being there, you two); hustled for the hospital. You'll have to ask one of us for the rest of that story... it was quite a fiasco in & of itself!

Trish & Trish spent the night with Dad in the ER since no beds were available to admit him. This morning his heart rate's still way too high & he needs to be in a monitored bed, so he's heading for the ICU.

Obviously, he's dealing with another infection; looking like the shunt is the culprit, although possible that he's dealing with some other infection along with it.

Saturday & Sunday were such wonderful days... Pray that the physical repairs can be quick ones, and Dad can get back to that level real soon!

The Best is STILL Yet to Be!
John

Ever feel like a Yo-Yo?

2006-09-27T08:32:00.000-07:00

Up then Down; Up then Down!

I'd been stalling on my next post... waiting for some real good news (after all, I did say there'd be more good news to come, right?).

Well, after 2 days of waiting, and more ups & downs, I figured I needed to get an update out whether there was any real good news or not.

Things have been, once again, pretty sedate since the last post. Monday, Tuesday (and so far Wednesday), Dad's given very little in the way of verbal responses.

For the most part his replies; mostly nods & shakes of the head; have been given with his eyes closed, and lots of time has been spent sleeping.

A low grade fever yesterday, but today his vitals are once again holding strong.

John (the PT guy) has been by to work with Dad on his range of motion. They're hoping he'll soon be more responsive and able to participate a little (okay, a lot)! In the mean time, they're teaching Trish what to do to help keep him loose & limber and she's passing it along to us.

What's causing the lack of responsiveness or the increased sleepiness? Nobody knows! Hopefully this time around it's brief and not detrimental to his recovery.

Keep him & the doctors and nurses that are caring for him in your prayers. Dad that he's pulls through stronger than ever. And the staff that they can discover & resolve the issues Dad's struggling with.

Pray on!
John

Strike up the Band!

2006-09-24T17:56:00.000-07:00

Today feels like the perfect day for a parade! Well, there's definitely at least reason for celebration.

Last time I wrote about "where've you been"... since then, miraculous things have happened (did anyone pray for a miracle?)... we've had a couple of the best days I can remember in quite a while.

It started yesterday, with a pretty busy first full day back at Orchard Park. Dad, as I've mentioned before, usually has "issues" with moving.

Not so, this time! Trish & I got a single word from him again on Friday night. "Yup" was the word of choice this time, but it was a blessing none-the-less. Now, Saturday morning was another story altogether! Lots of words! Sentences! Heck, darn near whole conversations!!

Yes, Dad's ability to talk seems to be returning. Slowly, but surely, he's speaking. Pretty wispy, but real words. It was wonderful, to say the least! I'm told by evening time, Dad was pretty worn out... so there wasn't much late night jabbering going on.

Today started pretty quietly as well, although Trish had Dad giving all kinds of appropriate answers to questions she asked. Memory is still a BIG questionmark. It seems to come & go a bit, which makes it tough to tell where he's at.

As the evening progressed, Elijah and I got some real solid responses to a few questions working the old memories. While we had to talk him through "where were you born?" & "what high school in Cairo?" (we got no answers, but Dad did agree with the answers given), but when I mentioned that he joined the Navy after high school, he said he remembered that. I asked what ship were you on? He thought abought it for a bit, I added it was the USS... ? and he said, clear as a bell, "Oriskany!" For those of you that don't already know this... that's the right answer!

He's struggling to figure out who everyone is (himself included), but I told him we've got time for that. Thanks to God for that time!

Isn't it AWESOME that after all of his ups and downs (I guess, in pastoral verbage that'd be 'hills & valleys') with God's strength, Dad's back to plugging right along towards recovery.

More good news to come... PRAISE GOD!
Johnny:)

Where've you been?

2006-09-22T12:48:00.000-07:00

As Nancy walked in this morning to see Dad (she's hanging out while Dad awaits transfer back to Orchard Park), his eyes were open which was, in and of itself, a good start. As she greeted him with a ‘hello’ he responded with a whispered, "where've you been?". I realize that's not much to write home about, but they were the first words he's spoken in at least a couple of weeks.

No more words since then (so far), but what a wonderful beginning to the first day after the shunt being put in. I'm told that the PT folks came by today and had Dad (with full assistance) sitting up on the edge of the bed to see if he could support himself but to no avail.

One good thing out of that though... his vitals didn't change drastically either. Not long ago over at Orchard Park, they sat him up and his BP dropped to almost nothing. Nice to see that there was improvement in that area, too!

Don't get me wrong, Dad's not made any significant levels of recovery as of yet. I point out what few changes have occurred to let you all know where things stand (no pun intended), and to continue to be optimistic the way that Dad brought me up to be.

Dad continues to be very un-responsive to verbal commands of any sort, very immobile on his own, and very sedate. His eyes seem to be working rather well at this point, and will follow movement from time-to-time.

The neuro-surgeon (Dr Harris) made sure to pass along to the family last night that the recovery process from this point, could be very lengthy. As we've been told previously, it's a marathon... not a sprint, and Dr Harris' comments that any level of recovery could take ‘weeks or even months’, was a good reminder of that!

So... Where've you been?
Johnny:)

Surgery Completed!

2006-09-21T09:16:00.000-07:00

Dad got quite an early start to his day this morning.

Before most of those reading this posting (probably even before the one writing it) were even awake, Dad was already on his way back to TG for the surgical implantation of his Cerebral Shunt.

With some worries about his lingering fever, surgery went on as scheduled. By 10am, the surgeon had returned to the waiting room to let the waiting Trish's (both Momma T & Tricia Lynn were there) know that all had gone as planned.

He's expected to stay at TG "overnite", which leaves us to assume that sometime tomorrow; he'll be going back to Orchard Park.

Examples of possible complications for the shunt include malfunction, failure, and infection. Risks also came along with the PEG tube, however most significant would be the various infections that can occur.

Now, we ALL wait. I told Dad last night (I'm confident he can hear us & knows what we're saying whether he can acknowledge it or not) that we were expecting a miracle today! So, just pray for that miracle!

Or pray for God's will to be done; or for comfort for Dad, Trish, TL and the rest of the family. Pray for those missing their friend (myself included)...

Just whatever you do; Talk to God! I know dad is!

I can comfortably say that the one place I know Dad has complete clarity would be in his continued "conversations" with God.

PRAY HARD! If Dad could talk to us all right now; he'd be telling every one of us to do the same!

Still looking for a miracle!
Johnny:)

The PEG is in!

2006-09-19T09:13:00.000-07:00

With the fever under control, the wonderful staff at TG was able to complete the PEG insertion yesterday. All went well, and now all meds, nutrition & fluids are currently being given through the PEG tube.

Today, running only a slight fever, Dad's heading back to Orchard Park for a day and a half or so. Yes, it seems odd to us as well; but that's the way the system works. He should be there midday today or thereabouts. Then settle in for Wednesday, and Thursday morning head back to TG for the next procedure.

What's next? Turns out Dad has developed Hydrocephalus; an accumulation of cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) in the brain; which they think is causing increased pressure inside his skull. To relieve that, they are inserting a Cerebral Shunt. The short version definition from wikipedia.com is a one-way valve used to drain excess cerebrospinal fluid from the brain and carry it to other parts of the body.

The thought is that relieving the increased pressure could help with some ongoing issues that've been hampering any recovery. Not sure how long that'll keep him back at TG, but would imagine an extra day or two. We'll keep you updated as more is known.

Johnny:)

Still Waiting...

2006-09-15T12:13:00.000-07:00

Tests, tests and more tests!

Dad's still resting comfortably, but the fever continues to hover around the 99 to 101 degrees, and they still haven't been able to figure out the cause as of yet.

Stool cultures negative (Praise God for that) so far. And doesn't look like the C-Diff was the culprit either.

So...

Tests, tests and more tests!

It's beginning to look more and more like it'll be late next week before we get out of TG. Some folks have said, "Sorry, to hear Buddy's back in the hospital." Talking with Trish a few minutes ago; I found that all of us seem to feel exactly the opposite... we're relieved this is where he's at.

The attentive care, more tests, the staff, the attentive care... it's all very comforting (I know I said attentive care twice, but that's the part we're most pleased by).

They put an NG tube back in this morning. That will allow food, fluids & some of the meds to go that way until the PEG is in place. It's looking like that probably won't happen until next week sometime.

Keep Dad in your prayers!!
Johnny:)

5 yard penalty!

2006-09-12T13:26:00.000-07:00

While we all know this is not a game... given Dad's love of sports, I thought the Delay of Game signal was befitting.

Still waiting on test results regarding his condition, but we know one thing for sure: The PEG is not happening today!

Spoke to Trish at Dad's bedside this morning & she said that the Doc's were gaining control of the fever (up around 103 last night) and diarrhea, but mostly allowing Dad to rest.

A few more tests today (EEG being the biggest one), then the expectation is that he'll remain in the hospital for a few days to keep stable, get the PEG procedure done and obtain results from the numerous labs, tests, etc. Then, most likely early next week, return to Orchard Park.

Keep an eye on the blog for updates. When I know... you'll know!

Prayer... Just Do It!
Johnny:)

James 5:15-16
15And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up. If he has sinned, he will be forgiven. 16Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.

Slight Change of Plans

2006-09-12T06:37:00.000-07:00

Well, nothing ever seems to go as planned, does it? Today was no exception!

Over the past couple of days, Dad began running a fever (again). He had eaten a little Sunday morning (very little), but has not eaten anything since. The fever, combined with the onset of loose stools, presented the potential of delaying the PEG procedure planned for today.

As the day progressed, the fever continued to rise (a bit over 103 at the high end), as did the frequency of loose, watery stools (more commonly known as diarrhea). Since the facility treats such problems orally or by suppository; they had no ability to take care of either issues he was facing.

So, off to the hospital he went. Since his PEG was scheduled to be done at Baker Center, he was sent to Tacoma General (Baker is across the street). Upon entering the ER, they took a chest x-ray; sent Dad for a CT scan; started a full lab workup (blood & stool) and started antibiotics.

The initial diagnosis is Clostridium Difficile, aka C-Diff; a bacterium which is the most significant cause of Pseudomembranous Colitisa (a severe infection of the colon). According to Wikipedia, antibiotics (which Dad had been taking for a UTI) can cause disruption of normal intestinal flora, leading to an overgrowth of Clostridium Difficile. Treatment method is to stop any antibiotics and instead begin specific anticlostridial antibiotics.

Pray for healing, and that none of the issues at hand delay the PEG. We won't know whether that's going to happen or not until later this morning. I'll try and update the blog once more is known.

Johnny

PEG scheduled

2006-09-07T07:33:00.001-07:00

Well, the IV is coming out soon.

No… Dad has not resolved any swallowing issues, but IV’s; although one of the fastest ways to deliver fluids and medications through the body; are not intended to be used for long periods of time.

Since Dad continues to have considerable difficulties swallowing, especially liquids, we’ve scheduled a Percutaneous Endoscopic Gastrostomy (aka PEG).

Sounds bad, but it’s not!

For those that don’t know, Percutaneous Endoscopic Gastrostomy is the procedure for placing a tube; in Dad’s case a gastric feeding tube, or 'G-Tube'; into the stomach through the abdominal wall. The procedure is primarily used as a long-term means of providing nutrition & fluids for patients who, due to poor control over the swallowing muscles, cannot obtain enough orally, and to avoid the risk of aspiration pneumonia.

Dad can & will continue to eat & drink as much as he wants, but with the PEG tube in place, will no longer be limited by either his ability swallow or his appetite. The nurses at the SNiF will instead be able to supplement any lack in calories or hydration, as well as any necessary medications directly into the stomach through the PEG tube.

At this time the scheduled date is Tuesday, the 12th. Dad will have to be transported offsite for the procedure. Dad will be sedated, with the insertion itself taking about 20 minutes, the tube kept within the stomach by a balloon on its tip.

Once out of recovery, Dad will be transported back to the SNiF. For about a week, the abdominal wound must be covered with sterile dressings until it's healed. The procedure is supposed to be a low risk, in & out kind of deal.

Please pray for continued comfort & strength for Dad as he forges on!
John

8 weeks and counting!

2006-09-05T09:24:00.001-07:00

Hard to believe it (at least for me) but it's been 8 weeks since Dad's aneurysm! Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago... others it seems like moments.

I can still see Dad back in mid-July at the Rotary BBQ, standing on the Olson's dock on Lake Lawrence, saying "see you tomorrow, right?" I did see him "tomorrow"... only, it was in the hospital.

Thanks to all of you that have come by to visit Dad and support the family. Hopefully more will do the same! It's a blessing to know how many are still faithfully praying for Dad.

You're probably saying, get on with the update already. Okay, but not much new to report.

After losing 30 (or so) pounds, Dad gained weight this past week for the first time. Only 2 pounds, but that 2 pounds was enough to get us excited! He's continuing to have extreme dificulty swallowing (especially liquids of any sort), so the fact that he's been eating enough to gain weight is a true blessing!!

Liquid is still being provided by IV that we hope and pray, combined with continued nourishment, will give him enough strength to be awake more frequently.

I know it's tiring (trust me, I know)... but please continue to pray for Dad! And stop by to see him for a bit, if you'd like!

God Bless all of you for your support!
John

Want to come by for a visit?

2006-09-01T13:46:00.000-07:00

While Dad isn't necessarily any more alert or responsive than we've mentioned in previous posts, the family has discussed it & we figure hearing and/or seeing happy voices & faces of friends would probably be a good thing!

For obvious reasons we're not giving out our phone numbers here, but if you've already got 'em, call 'em... or call 253.840.2744 and leave a message (or e-mail the PrayforBuddy address if you'd rather) to schedule a visit.

Be advised however, some folks have a little bit of a hard time seeing Dad for the first time in such a different light... so please be prepared!

Positive & uplifting visitors only!

Who knows, maybe one of you will light a spark to some old memories?

Thanks!
Johnny:)

What a Workout!

2006-08-31T11:05:00.000-07:00

Dad was pretty busy yesterday. Not all on his own, but none-the-less... VERY BUSY!

The staff got him out of bed and into a wheel chair, plus gave him a much needed shower yesterday morning (only sponge-baths prior to now, so I'm sure that felt great!).

On a roll, Dad who accidentally (yeah, sure it was an accident) had yanked out his IV this morning, went outside for a walk... actually, I guess it'd be a ride. A tad windy, but Trish said it was nice to get him rolling outdoors for a bit none-the-less.

He ate some breakfast, and stayed in his wheelchair "people watching" until a little past lunch. Mostly responsive (a lot of nods, but a li'l verbal as well) throughout 'til it was time to head back to bed & get his IV re-inserted. Nap time calls!

After all that exercise he slept the majority of the afternoon. Comfortably and calm.

Pastor Scott & family (think I'll get to be a part of the 'CB & C' dinner, Melissa?) stopped by for a short visit. Dad stayed pretty quiet but awake for most of their visit, finally nodding off holding Melissa's hand just before they left. It was pretty funny though, to watch her jump every time he hiccupped.

Woke again and finished off about 1/2 his dinner... and then nodded back off to sleep for the night! Another super, beautiful day.

I can only speak for me here, but each step (or roll since he's using a wheelchair) Dad takes is more encouraging than the last. Our God is an Awesome God! A Graceful God! A Loving God!

Pray for God to fill dad with strength and determination!
John

Cool, clear water!

2006-08-29T20:15:00.000-07:00

That's what Dad needed most!

Since he's been struggling with swallowing (especially liquids), he'd been getting extremely dehydrated!

So, they started an IV on Monday night (about 7:45pm) to get some much needed fluids back into his system! And Praise God, it seems to be helping a bit already!

He started out Tuesday quietly, with Trish reading to him... while he continued to not eat or drink, and still wasn't very responsive. As the day went on however, the benefits of some fluids definitely started to show.

One of the nurses got a thumbs up, and later Dad, responding to the nurses' question, Can you hear me?, gave an "I can hear you fine."

A few visitors came right around lunchtime... yes, visitors are once again welcome to stop by for brief visits. Just get ahold of one of us for info (or call the message line or e-mail the PrayforBuddy address).

Family friend Barb, who helped Dad through lunch, said he ate well without much prompting needed to swallow. She'd spent a lot of time with him on Saturday, and said he was much more responsive since they started hydrating.

She told Dad, I know you are aware of how loved you are to which he nodded in agreement.

I stopped by myself very briefly on the way home from work, and when I asked how he was feeling, he whispered a raspy "pretty good".

Tricia Lynn, who was there throughout the evening, said Dad ate about half his dinner, and seemed much more alert (eyes dancing around the room checking things out) when he was awake, although he kept pretty quiet. Probably wore out from his busy day!

His muscles were pretty stiff (try lying in bed for 2 months and see if you don't get a bit stiff), so she gave him a pretty good massage. He's been getting a lot of those (from all of us) lately.

Some food, conversation, a little more mobility... Great day compared to where things have been, don't you think!

God is Great!
Johnny:)

Psalm 118:24

2006-08-27T12:30:00.000-07:00

This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Dad made the move! We're not sure why, but it seems like every time he goes through a move to a new location (whether it be a new room at the hospital or further away), he's had a bit of a setback. This trip was no exception!

Friday evening, as well as Saturday were both spent primarily snoozing. Breakfast, lunch & dinner consisted of about 3 bites each... and took an hour or so to make it through even those. To say that he's been having difficulty swallowing would be an understatement!!

What a difference a day makes though!

Dad's eldest son, Jim; who flew in from southern California Thursday night, said Dad ate most of his eggs & oatmeal this morning. He's still not speaking much (okay, not at all) so there was no Sunday sermon given today; but the fact that he ate... spoke volumes! What a great way to start out a Sunday.

His memory still faded & his strength's still pretty zapped... but we continue looking to God for the miracle that we know he can provide!

It's another beautiful day!
Johnny:)

It's Moving Day once again...

2006-08-25T07:06:00.000-07:00

Dad will be leaving the hospital today (no, he's really not being transported by U-Haul) and heading to a south sound SNiF facility. It's a different facility, but the same basic scenario from before.

His medical condition remains stable, and while Dad's not quite where he was physically when he was released from Harborview 2 weeks ago, we're looking forward with anticipation to what the next few days hold in store for him!

The hope is that he will continue to improve physically and, with time, regain his strength & memory, and return to physical & occupational therapy.

Pray for God to hold Dad close in his palm; providing him with comfort throughout the move and transition!

More to follow... Thanks!
Johnny:)