Thank you. The next few days, they'll be able to tell if there's been any lasting effect to the surgery, and we'll find out future treatment in regard to the tumor. I appreciate your kind swords.
May God continue to hold her in his arms (even if she does fight and squirm 🙂) and help her heal. May He also bring calm and healing to her parents as they prepare to bring another light into this somewhat darkened world.
May He envelop all of your family with peace, joy, and love.
By the way, when I saw Adeline, I IMMEDIATELY thought of my granddaughter Carina who possesses the same kind of energy that Adeline does.
Susan, you’ve blessed us all by introducing us to Adeline and her parents and Dan, her grandpa and your brother, and I hope to live long enough to see her succeed Chuck Grassley or Joni Ernst on her way to the Oval Office (I no longer call it the White House since a friend pointed out that a whole lot of little boys and girls may think it precludes their occupancy.)
And we’re privileged to stand with one another, you, Dan, his bride and their babies and grand babies singing “Love Lifted Me” for Addie, Janet Stoddard, and all who believe in the power of Faith, Hope, and Love, even my 97-year-old agnostic father who rejected God when He took the best of my siblings at the tender age of 18 (when I first read “Death Be Not Proud”, John Gunther’s autobiographical story of losing his son and namesake to a brain tumor.)
I’m praying to God, His Only Son, and the Holy Ghost, sure, but I’m putting in a word with my brother, our mother and grandparents, my wife’s Aunt Becky whose ex-husband (her uncle) walked my bride down the aisle with her and 35 other stalwart attendees one short year before she went ahead due to a brain tumor, and a bunch of fire fighters I know there. And I’m asking every one to explain to this lovely, full-of-piss-and-vinegar little heller that she doesn’t get to join them yet, thank you very much, because she’s got work to do back home where her hot Chicken McNuggets with whatever damn sauce she wants await her.
She blesses us with her presence, my friend, and you do too.
What a beautiful song, and thank you. I completely understand people rejecting God when they lose someone they love. I've had this discussion with both my brother and one of my older granddaughters. I am not sure everything happens for a reason, and that God inflicts pain on children to teach us something. I think things happen and then we are free to react to them as we choose. My family relies on faith -- fractured and weird faith, granted, but faith. And I have been talking to my grandmother, who died in the '90s, about Adeline, as well. And my dad, who also died in the '90s. Any little bit helps, I figure.
My prayers for Adeline continue. And for her family, and for your my friend.
Thank you. The next few days, they'll be able to tell if there's been any lasting effect to the surgery, and we'll find out future treatment in regard to the tumor. I appreciate your kind swords.
Pretty sure you mean words, Susan, but all our swords are up as well...
Ha. I DID mean words, but I kind of like it as swords, as well. I'm leaving it.
May God continue to hold her in his arms (even if she does fight and squirm 🙂) and help her heal. May He also bring calm and healing to her parents as they prepare to bring another light into this somewhat darkened world.
May He envelop all of your family with peace, joy, and love.
By the way, when I saw Adeline, I IMMEDIATELY thought of my granddaughter Carina who possesses the same kind of energy that Adeline does.
There's a particular kind of piss-and-vinegar girl who takes over the room when she walks in. That's Adeline. Thank you, Lou.
You're welcome, Sue. And yes, Carina is exactly the same way.
Susan, you’ve blessed us all by introducing us to Adeline and her parents and Dan, her grandpa and your brother, and I hope to live long enough to see her succeed Chuck Grassley or Joni Ernst on her way to the Oval Office (I no longer call it the White House since a friend pointed out that a whole lot of little boys and girls may think it precludes their occupancy.)
And we’re privileged to stand with one another, you, Dan, his bride and their babies and grand babies singing “Love Lifted Me” for Addie, Janet Stoddard, and all who believe in the power of Faith, Hope, and Love, even my 97-year-old agnostic father who rejected God when He took the best of my siblings at the tender age of 18 (when I first read “Death Be Not Proud”, John Gunther’s autobiographical story of losing his son and namesake to a brain tumor.)
I’m praying to God, His Only Son, and the Holy Ghost, sure, but I’m putting in a word with my brother, our mother and grandparents, my wife’s Aunt Becky whose ex-husband (her uncle) walked my bride down the aisle with her and 35 other stalwart attendees one short year before she went ahead due to a brain tumor, and a bunch of fire fighters I know there. And I’m asking every one to explain to this lovely, full-of-piss-and-vinegar little heller that she doesn’t get to join them yet, thank you very much, because she’s got work to do back home where her hot Chicken McNuggets with whatever damn sauce she wants await her.
She blesses us with her presence, my friend, and you do too.
https://youtu.be/InQMhyDHhJ8
What a beautiful song, and thank you. I completely understand people rejecting God when they lose someone they love. I've had this discussion with both my brother and one of my older granddaughters. I am not sure everything happens for a reason, and that God inflicts pain on children to teach us something. I think things happen and then we are free to react to them as we choose. My family relies on faith -- fractured and weird faith, granted, but faith. And I have been talking to my grandmother, who died in the '90s, about Adeline, as well. And my dad, who also died in the '90s. Any little bit helps, I figure.
No atheists in foxholes...