Video, September 9th Click here to check out a video of Nina taking part in our nightly grace before dinner. 1.2MB
Video, September 10th Click here to see Nina down some broccoli. I know that sounds boring, but let’s face it, a kid eating broccoli is as rare as a yeti. 2.5MB
Video, September 12th Click here to check out Nina saying “Oh No!” and “Up! Up! Up!” WARNING: she also screams, very loud, at the end of the video. 5.3MB
Video, September 12th Click here to see the kids on a horse at our local Meijer. 1MB
Video, September 12th Click here to see some wrestling, and some lost socks. 8.7MB
Video, September 17th Click here to check out a video of Nina reading in her tent. 2.7MB
Video, September 17th Click here to watch Nina give Daddy a piece of her mind for trying to take her vacuum cleaner. 1.2MB
Video, September 19th Click here to see Ian and Nina run the gauntlet we made out of our furniture! This is a long and large video. 9MB
Dialogue, September 18th Daddy: “I’m sorry, we can’t play outside, Nina. Unless you’re really cute.” Ian: “She is! I’ll show you! She IS really cute! Look!”
Mommy showing Nina how to drink soup: “Use two hands, like Mommy.” Nina then soaks both of her hands in her soup, like an old Palmolive ad.
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Everyone that knows Chris is feeling the same thing I am, I’m sure of it. An emptiness. It is impossible to move at times; difficult to breathe. But I know that the less that I do, the more this is hurting me; and the more Chris is rolling his eyes at me. So I’m going to continue with the blog, because Ian, Nina and Melissa are the people here in our home, keeping me alive every day; and maybe they’re helping you too. After a week that has felt like a month… or a year… we trudge on.
These pics were taken shortly after the tent pics, the next day on the 18th of September.
September 19th… I left the room with the bowl full of cheerios sitting squarely between them… when I came back, they had moved a little! See this image larger.
I do this sometimes when I really don’t have time to do more. Hand them a bowl and let them do what they will. Cheerios end up everywhere. See this image larger.
We built a bridge to the sunroom from the living room. (And a whole lot more, I’ll show you the videos soon.) See this image larger.
September 20th, and there was some kind of chair-train thing going on in the sunroom. See this image larger.
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The world feels a lot colder already without you around, and I wish so much that you could come back to us. I am thrilled that, long before you left, we re-connected: sometimes brothers don’t. We never grew apart per se, but we just got very busy; and it was so nice to hang out together, even if it was just our avatars playing cards, or the two of us ripping up a dirt road in a jeep-like vehicle on some faraway planet. It was always good to hear you laugh, and I thank you for taking the time to spend with me. I hope God gave you the wings you’ve always wanted, my Bro; so that you can fly like in your dreams. You the man.
I want to share with everybody else the last text message I received from Chris. It said “See ya, bro! Thanks again! Love you guys too!” He’s signed some cards with “Love, Chris” but I think that was the first time he said “Love you guys too!” It makes me glad that of all that we’ve said, this was his good-bye.
If I could only ever convey one story about my brother, I would have to choose a tale from one of the few times we walked back from DuVall Elementary School together when we were quite young. It was winter, and a safety (a student crossing guard) flaunted his power by making us wait an extremely long time at his corner. (For the record, his name was Tommy, and he didn’t like me much.) As long as his arms were outstretched, we had to wait; those were the rules. So he made us wait until he got bored, and then made us say please, and pretty please, before he finally let us cross. We got about half-way down the next long Dearborn block when Chris motioned for me to stop. He picked up a handful of snow, formed it into a ball, and with a grunt of effort, threw it into the sky. I squinted up into the afternoon grey and mentally traced a path to its intended target. Tommy was facing away from us, trying to get somebody’s attention way up the street. As fate would have it, Tommy was so intent on getting that person to look, that he removed his knit winter hat to wave it as well. The moment the hat came off of Tommy’s head, Chris’s snowball impacted in its place, perfectly centered on the top of his skull. I swear a better and more satisfying explosion has yet to be made by a Hollywood effects company. I laughed and laughed. He smiled down at me, I beamed up at him, and we walked on. That was my brother, in a wonderful, perfect nutshell.
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More Early September
With Heavy and Broken Hearts, We Trudge On…
Everyone that knows Chris is feeling the same thing I am, I’m sure of it. An emptiness. It is impossible to move at times; difficult to breathe. But I know that the less that I do, the more this is hurting me; and the more Chris is rolling his eyes at me. So I’m going to continue with the blog, because Ian, Nina and Melissa are the people here in our home, keeping me alive every day; and maybe they’re helping you too. After a week that has felt like a month… or a year… we trudge on.
These pics were taken shortly after the tent pics, the next day on the 18th of September.
Farewell, Uncle Chris
The world feels a lot colder already without you around, and I wish so much that you could come back to us. I am thrilled that, long before you left, we re-connected: sometimes brothers don’t. We never grew apart per se, but we just got very busy; and it was so nice to hang out together, even if it was just our avatars playing cards, or the two of us ripping up a dirt road in a jeep-like vehicle on some faraway planet. It was always good to hear you laugh, and I thank you for taking the time to spend with me. I hope God gave you the wings you’ve always wanted, my Bro; so that you can fly like in your dreams. You the man.
I want to share with everybody else the last text message I received from Chris. It said “See ya, bro! Thanks again! Love you guys too!” He’s signed some cards with “Love, Chris” but I think that was the first time he said “Love you guys too!” It makes me glad that of all that we’ve said, this was his good-bye.