Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Thankfully, my brother & sister & I never had to make the decision of when to take Dad off of the ventilator. I don't know if I could ever have done that. Mercifully, God knew the time to take Dad on to Heaven...the answer to my prayer.
There was a beautiful garden at that hospital where one could go walk, meditate, pray, make phone calls, or just get away by ones self. I used that garden several times. If you received a phone call from me during that time, I might have been in that garden. And there was a bench just outside the ICU unit door where we would sit & talk or make more phone calls. I remember sitting on that bench that Saturday morning with Carol. And finally the time came for us to walk away....we no longer had a reason to re-enter those doors. It was time to walk to our cars and go home. It was one of the saddest walks I've ever made.
Walking in the garden at Menorah Hospital
with my grandsons--Parker & Carter
Monday, September 22, 2008
During his sickness, Alan had a friend that came to pray with him & encouraged him to read his Bible. Alan said all was well with is Soul & in those last hours let his mother know that he would "see her later". Once again, we have a loved one "Safe in the arms of Jesus"!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
April & the spitting image of his daddy "Carter Man"
Brycen..enjoying the end of the table all by himself!
Double trouble & best buddies--Carter & Peyton
Sweet Kerrigan & Grandma Sheila
Parker & Kerrigan...sharing the birthday treat!
We had a delicious meal & survived the commotion of 6 kids & 6 adults trying to eat together. And amazingly, all of the kids were actually on pretty good behaviour. Either that...or it was so noisy in there, I couldn't tell who was misbehaving!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
After stuffing ourselves, we waddled out to Bob's car shop so the men could oooh & aaahh over the beautiful beasts displayed in the Williamson's museum like "car barn". We ladies even enjoyed looking at the old Chevy's--& a GTO. There was lots to look at as Bob & Mary Ann are quite the collectors of memorabilia of the 50's & 60's.
Bob-Kenny & Arlene Graham Vickie- & Carl Turner Mary Greathouse & Mary Ann
The Gray-Haired Gang scrutinizing Bob's '65 Chevelle that he bought new...& is in the process of restoring
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Ready to ride the "Maid of the Mist"
at Niagara Falls
It was later in life when Carol & I really became "sisters". We always loved each other but I think I was more like an aunt to her during those first years. Over the years we have become best of friends and I really do mean it when I say, I don't know what I would do without her.
Garry & Carol on their first visit
to Indiana as newlyweds!
God makes no mistakes. And Carol, being born when Mom was 39 years old & Dad was 40, was no mistake. Yes, a surprise to us all...but not a "mistake".
Carol with her babies...
Kelcie, Jacob & Kylie
God could see that we would need a "Carol" in our lives on down our road.
After our family moved to Overland Park, I began dating Bob & in just a few short months we married. So I only lived in the house on 77th Terrace for 1 year. And Steve was at home--then he moved out--then he moved back--etc., etc. Steve & I didn't stick around very long. Dad's job would take him out of town frequently during the week, and Carol was just what Mom needed...to keep her company & to keep her busy.
Mom & her little shadow!
Later the time came when Bob & I would move to Indiana, over 500 miles away. Steve moved to Colorado & eventually to California. But Carol stayed in Kansas. She was there to share the good years after Dad's retirement. And then she was there for the bad times, to help Mom & Dad when sickness came their way. And she was always there for me. I couldn't even begin to imagine how many hours we have spent on the phone over the last seven years.
Today is Carol's birthday! Sometimes it is hard for me to imagine that she is a grown up lady with grown up children of her own. Somewhere in the back of my mind, she will always be my baby sister.
Happy Birthday, Carol Jean!!! May you have a beautiful day with your family. Wish I was there to share a piece of cake. Angel food???
Way back in 1964, the Heavenly Father could see down our long and winding road that we were going to need a Carol in our lives....and I'm so, so glad He sent you our way. We love you so much!!!