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1st of June 2018 09:43 PM Link
We would like to say Thank You to everyone for their very kind words of encouragement this week. It has helped us more than you know. 🙂
As a means of continuing with the healing process... I hope it's O.K. that I've posted the following short Writing that was written by our daughter, Ginny, about my Mom (her Grandma). Thank you for allowing us to share her heart.

This. This is my favorite place in the world. This is where we played wiffle ball nearly every weekend when we were little, with paper plates as the bases and Grandpa as the pitcher. This is where we rode go-carts that my Grandparent’s surprised us with, where we wrecked them playing go-cart tag (I still have a dent in one of my shins from it), where we dragged them out of that pond a few times. This is where we went fishing, where we had family reunions, where we swung into that pond off of a swing my Grandparent’s made us, to swim all summer long. This is where we came to eat the best snacks, to sit around the table and laugh for hours over stories about each other. This is where Kurt and I got married. After our little apartment where we lived at the time, this is the first place we brought our newborn baby. This is where we’d show up unannounced nearly every day to walk around the porch to Grandma reading her book and watching the humming birds and Grandpa eating a sugar free popsicle, ready to share an orange one with me.

This is where I got to be a kid.

This is where I learned to care for people who weren’t exactly like me.

My Grandma spent her life taking care of her handicapped son, Chris, for over 40 years. Chris couldn’t walk, talk, eat by himself, bathe himself, communicate in any way; my Grandma did it all for him. Every day. Changed his diapers, bathed him, puréed and fed him every meal.. all of it.
Although it meant so much sacrifice, and being so bound to home, I watched her love and care for this person who couldn’t do it for himself. She did it so willingly and so happily, as if it were just what she were made to do. Talk about a mother’s love.
Chris had very scary seizures, he had to take so much medicine to help with them.. Grandma kept him alive 30 years beyond what his doctors ever said he’d live. She refused to give him up to someone who was in a facility who could help. He was her son, he was hers, and she loved him so unconditionally.

It made me want to try, too. She helped me feed Chris his meals when I’d ask to, sit with me as I fed him his drink after. All of the things she did for Chris, I wanted to try, too. She was patient and kind with me as she’d teach me how she did things for him.

When Chris passed away, that was the first time I’d ever seen Grandma cry. She was such a tough person. Selfless. Blunt as could be. And she NEVER wanted the attention on her (if she knew I were saying any of this, she’d come down from heaven and make me stop).

To prove that a bit further.. two years ago, she found out she had breast cancer.
She didn’t tell anyone.
She didn’t tell anyone until she had to, because she had to have a ride home after her mastectomy.
When we asked her why in the world, she told us that there were too many happy things happening and she didn’t want to put a damper on anyone’s summer between vacation and the wedding coming up. There wasn’t time for sad news.
She didn’t tell us she had cancer, because she didn’t want to “inconvenience” anyone.

That’s just who she was. Always thinking of everyone else, never of herself.

It’s hard to describe one of the most amazing people you’ve ever known to someone who didn’t know them, but those are two huge things that help describe my Grandma.

When I get sad about her being gone, (which admittedly, has been a ton) there are two things I think about that have helped me.

Grandpa passed very tragically, only a short time after Chris passed. I have a vivid memory of Grandma and I sitting at her kitchen table together the night that he passed. She was crying, one of the only 3 times I’d ever seen her cry, and she said,
“How do you go practically your whole life with someone, and then one day... you just don’t?”

The other is a dream she had after Chris passed. The person she’d done everything for.. she said in the dream he was standing on his own. He was standing in the middle of a room (something he couldn’t do here in this life). He looked at her, smiled, and turned and walked away. She said that after having that dream, she felt a little bit more at peace.

And so I keep thinking about those two things.

Because now, she doesn’t have to be without Grandpa anymore, and now she gets to see Chris that way all the time; in a way that she never got to see him here. She also gets to see her first son, who passed away when he was just a baby. Her parents, her brother, her grandparents. She went through so. much. loss. in her lifetime. I cannot imagine how amazing it must be to reunite with all of those pieces of your heart that have been gone for so long.

We weren’t allowed to ask her if she was okay while she was sick; she would say, “DONT ask me that!” And then she’d redirect the attention and ask us something about ourselves. She also didn’t want us visiting her in the hospital, because she didn’t want us having that memory of her; even in her last days here; it still wasn’t about her. It was about everyone else. And that is how she lived her whole life. That’s how I’ll always remember her.

And while a piece of me is selfishly wondering that same thing she asked me after Grandpa passed, I know she’s so much more than just okay now.

Another piece of me wonders if her idea of heaven isn’t sitting on that porch, reading her book, watching the humming birds.

This is my favorite place in the world. And while it’ll never be the same without the three people who made it so much that way;
that’s what it’ll always be because of them.
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30th of May 2018 09:00 PM Link
It is with a very heavy heart and much sorrow to post that Mom passed away on Saturday. We apologize for the delayed post, but the week has been full of many emotions, and though there are a million things that I could share about my Mom, there is just one thing in particular that I would love for everyone to know about her (if they didn't know already):
In my lifetime, I've never known another human being who sacrificed their entire adult life... for the good of others... the way that my Mom did for all of us (and she did so without ever asking for a single thing in return).
Our deepest hope is that Dad was there to hold her hand and that, perhaps, Chris was there with a sign that said, WELCOME HOME MOM.
The world has lost a tremendous person.
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13th of May 2018 04:39 PM Link
Happy Mothers Day to all of the Moms out there who love us unconditionally... just the way we are.
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30th of April 2018 12:32 AM Link
This is a word for word copy of the most recent blog written by our daughter, Ginny, entitled: "Reflection or Motivation?" (The last 2 sentences of this are among my favorite things that she has ever written for us). THANK YOU, Ginny!

An alcoholic father has two sons; each grown. Their lives took different directions, but when asked why, their answers were oddly similar.

Son # 1 is also an alcoholic, Son # 2 does not drink.

They were each brought into different rooms and asked 5 of the same exact questions. Here were their answers:

Interviewer: “Do you drink?”

Son #1: “Yes – my father was an alcoholic. It’s all I ever saw, so it’s what I do.”

Interviewer: “Are you there for your children?”

Son #1: “No – my father was never there for us. Why should I be there for my kids?”

Interviewer: “Did you finish high-school?”

Son #1: “No – my father told me I’d never be good at anything.. so I didn’t see any reason to keep going.”

Interviewer: “Are you a man of your word?”

Son #1: “How would I even know how to be? My father never followed through with anything he said he’d do.”

Interviewer: “Did you like how your father was while you were growing up?”

Son #1: “No, but when it’s what you see, it’s all you know. Becoming him was inevitable.”

The Interviewer walked into the second room and began the same questions again, but with Son #2:
Interviewer: “Do you drink?”

Son #2 “No – my father was an alcoholic. It’s all I ever saw, so it’s something I never want to do.”

Interviewer: “Are you there for your children?”

Son #2: “Absolutely – my father was never there for me. I promised myself that when I had kids, I would do the opposite; I would give an endless amount of support.”

Interviewer: “Did you finish high-school?”

Son #2: “Yes, and college. My father told me I’d never be good at anything.. so I proved him wrong, and then took it a step farther to prove to myself what I knew all along; that what he said wasn’t true.”

Interviewer: “Are you a man of your word?”

Son #2: “I am. My father never followed through with anything he said he’d do, and that always deeply bothered me. So I don’t make promises I can’t keep, and I always keep them when I do.”

Interviewer: “Did you like how your father was while you were growing up?”

Son #2: “No, and I refused to turn out that way. I knew that when I grew up, I wanted to be everything that my father never was to me.”

Coming from exactly the same scenario, Son #1 had a good excuse.. Son #2 had good motivation.

We will take what we learn from experiences in life and turn them into one of two things: a reason to copy, or motivation to do differently.

The choice is completely up to us.

Written by: Ginny Reavis Thiele
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10th of April 2018 08:14 PM Link
When I was little... they drove me nuts! When I was old... I couldn't get enough of them!
Happy National Siblings Day to Brothers and Sisters everywhere!
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single thing in return).
Our deepest hope is that Dad was there to hold her hand and that, perhaps, Chris was there with a sign that said, WELCOME HOME MOM.
The world has lost a tremendous person.

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that I would love for everyone to know about her (if they didn't know already):
In my lifetime, I've never known another human being who sacrificed their entire adult life... for the good of others... the way that my Mom did for all of us (and she did so without ever asking for a

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It is with a very heavy heart and much sorrow to post that Mom passed away on Saturday. We apologize for the delayed post, but the week has been full of many emotions, and though there are a million things that I could share about my Mom, there is just one thing in particular

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We'd like to thank Ms. Bridget Murphy and all of the students at Assumption High School in Davenport, Iowa for allowing us to share Chris' story with them today. You guys were awesome! Thank you!

Our newest blog is up on our Facebook page! Check it out!
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