Last post was Caleb at Camp Okizu, and this one is for Ian.
We saw Ian off on Monday, and will pick him up on Sunday. Since it was his second year, he was all jazzed to see his friends from last year, and couldn't really sleep the night before. To see the joy and expectation on the face of the young boy was a delight. We are thankful that he is able to go this year, and since things are looking good, we are not limiting his activities this year. The fact that his friends can come back this year is not taken for granted.
Going to a camp for kids with cancer is a tough thing. Every session has kids that won't be back this year, or next. The kids know this to some extent, but are still able to have a good time. To live, climb, swim, play, run, and whatever they are able to do, without the burden of loss.
May we live in the day and learn from our youngsters. God Bless
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Walk of Life
Life keeps on moving...
Writing here on a Saturday night, I'm missing my oldest, Caleb, and hoping that he has had a good time at camp this week. That sounds strange to me, to say that I'm missing my 11 year old son, but it's true. Both boys are somewhat older than their years, probably more so for Ian, but it's also true of Caleb. And as Caleb has been away for the week, it makes me very aware that even in the best of situations, we only have our kids for a short time. We love them, disciple them, play with them, laugh with them, worry about them, but they are only our "kids" for a while, and then they are on their own. So we try to live life, here, now, in full color, in full energy and in the full grace of God
May God bless parents, and give them the love they need to share their life with their kids, and the ability to savor the moments when they can, knowing that life will keep walking on.
The last PET/CT scans we had for Ian were clear. We praise God, and are incredibly thankful for that, and all the normal summer days we get to spend together right now. We will then miss him when he goes off to camp in a couple weeks. Take care folks.
Writing here on a Saturday night, I'm missing my oldest, Caleb, and hoping that he has had a good time at camp this week. That sounds strange to me, to say that I'm missing my 11 year old son, but it's true. Both boys are somewhat older than their years, probably more so for Ian, but it's also true of Caleb. And as Caleb has been away for the week, it makes me very aware that even in the best of situations, we only have our kids for a short time. We love them, disciple them, play with them, laugh with them, worry about them, but they are only our "kids" for a while, and then they are on their own. So we try to live life, here, now, in full color, in full energy and in the full grace of God
May God bless parents, and give them the love they need to share their life with their kids, and the ability to savor the moments when they can, knowing that life will keep walking on.
The last PET/CT scans we had for Ian were clear. We praise God, and are incredibly thankful for that, and all the normal summer days we get to spend together right now. We will then miss him when he goes off to camp in a couple weeks. Take care folks.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Sound and the Fury
11pm on July 4th, Pacifica, California. AKA the War Zone.
As I sit here and write, the sky outside is lit by the mortars, rockets, and any other incendiaries that might be named. This year is a little more tame that previous, due in part to the new $5K fine for illegal fireworks, or maybe it's the economy, I don't know, but it hasn't dampened everyone's spirit. Every now and then someone lights off a big keg, that is, about 24 to 36, 2" shells that seem like an entire fireworks show for a small town, or minor league baseball team, all in what seems to be our front yard. The smell, the felt percussion, the way they light up the night sky. It's pretty incredible. This town is different. Good or Bad I don't really know.
We just got back from a really nice trip to Texas where we saw Grandma, Grandpa, Brother Kyle, Aunts, Uncles, and cousins. It was good, but man was it hot, but not too hot to eat all that food that we miss so much. What was difficult was trying to keep to my training there in the heat. I did, but it was a little painful, and I'm paying for it now. Good thing today is a day of rest. Every one is healthy, and we should get the results back from Ian's scans that were done the week before last. We thank God for this time together with family, for health, and the smell of gunpowder on a 4th of July evening.
As I sit here and write, the sky outside is lit by the mortars, rockets, and any other incendiaries that might be named. This year is a little more tame that previous, due in part to the new $5K fine for illegal fireworks, or maybe it's the economy, I don't know, but it hasn't dampened everyone's spirit. Every now and then someone lights off a big keg, that is, about 24 to 36, 2" shells that seem like an entire fireworks show for a small town, or minor league baseball team, all in what seems to be our front yard. The smell, the felt percussion, the way they light up the night sky. It's pretty incredible. This town is different. Good or Bad I don't really know.
We just got back from a really nice trip to Texas where we saw Grandma, Grandpa, Brother Kyle, Aunts, Uncles, and cousins. It was good, but man was it hot, but not too hot to eat all that food that we miss so much. What was difficult was trying to keep to my training there in the heat. I did, but it was a little painful, and I'm paying for it now. Good thing today is a day of rest. Every one is healthy, and we should get the results back from Ian's scans that were done the week before last. We thank God for this time together with family, for health, and the smell of gunpowder on a 4th of July evening.
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