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aspects of our morning

February 15, 2009 AmeliaJake

Once upon a time in the land of California, dre Bingle and Quentin got piece of furniture, which for some reason, we call “the cube” instead of “the cubes”. It moved to Geogia and it came here and now it is going to Fairborn . . . in a car. That means dissembly.

Well, this much is left:

And here is Der Bingle realizing he needs metric allen wrenches to finish the job.

Now, while he is going to get some, his helper, Cameron has formed the subject of a photo I shall call

DECADENCE ON A BEAN BAG.

Oh, yeah . . . Here’s a handycam film from the tour in San Diego Bay. I, the am amazingly selfless grandma, stood in a strong wind for a tour I have been on repeatedly and filmed Navy ships just for Cameron. I came across it while looking for allen wrenches and stuck it in the DVD player; the picture quality is quite good.

Once when Quentin came home for a day, we stuck one of these little DVD’s in my computer, not realizing this was NOT meant to be done. Grandma Sarah was downstairs and we had to be very careful we didn’t make any noise while we walked around trying to shake the disc out.

Just Me - AmeliaJake, The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse

Morning sunlight

February 15, 2009 AmeliaJake 1 Comment

So many things in life now we can do anytime thanks to electricity and rapid transportation, but there is this matter of the sunlight of the day. When it comes in a window, especially at a strong angle in the morning, it marches quickly, spotlighting things as it goes. You cannot say, “Well, I’m going to spend five minutes watching it reflect off something on a shelf.” It does not linger; you see it only for the short while it is there. And the next day, even if it is sunny, the light will not hit quite the same spots again.

This is the light as it hit berries and a tree sitting on a window sill opposite:

***Jody Lynn Vance: 1985-2011***

Jody was born at sunrise on a bright, sunny, cold, snowy Groundhog’s Day and from Day One she was a gift to everyone around her. Her infectious laugh and rambunctious spirit made her the center of attention where ever she happened to be.

She and her Dad would watch Sesame Street and sing at the top of our voices (and quite out of key) all of the songs. She enjoyed having Mom fix her hair so it was fancy and just right.

As a toddler she had quite an impressive vocabulary and often had a lot to say. One time Dad was headed out the door to go to work and she pointed her finger and said, “No. No. No. Don’t go anywhere!“

Jody was very seldom crabby, always happy and she wasted no time in spreading that joy to everyone around her. Jody’s favorite place was to be perched on the lap of Mom or Dad or playing with her toys spread out all over the floor. Jody was always affectionate, wanting hugs and “moochies” as she called smooches on the cheek.

At around two, Jody’s illness began to attack her. It took a beautiful, innocent child and put her through untold pain and suffering,

I know that through all of that she was not afraid. She had the heart and spirit of lion. She never gave up; time after countless time, she would open her eyes and there would come that smile. Jody lost her speech, but never was at a loss for words. She could say more with a look or a half smile than most people do yakking all day long.

After numerous doctor, hospital, and specialist visits, we were given the news of her illness. I remember that moment frozen in time … it was as if the entire world stopped. It was in that brief moment we both knew that we must make the very most of the time we had remaining together and not dwell on the despair of all of the things that would never be.

Jody was not expected to live more than three or so - but she had too many things to do and stories to tell, so she cruised by that birthday and over two more decades of birthdays, Christmases and millions of smiles and hugs. Jody was well-liked by other kids; once when she was being wheeled into her classroom at Handicare, one of the children yelled, “Hey everybody, Jody’s here” and all the kids cheered.

Two of the biggest joys in her life were her two little brothers, Joey and Sammy. She would just beam with joy when they would sit next to her and when they began to get older she’d love to listen to them running through the house and playing together. The two of them would start laughing and Jody would laugh right along with them. She would listen intently to everything they did and they would include her as often as they could. The three of them loved watching Saturday morning cartoons and The Three Stooges.

Joe and Sam did without a lot of things that other kids had, did and took for granted … and they never once complained or were resentful of the way things were. That shows a special kind of love and a special kind of family.

As the years went by and the boys grew up into strong and healthy, Jody’s health slowly and steadily declined. She would have long stretches where she was fairly stable and then would become so very ill.

Many times we were sure the end was near and then she would open those sparkling blue eyes and stretch just like nothing had happened at all.

Once she was in the hospital with her usual bout of pneumonia and lapsed into a coma; this went on for 8 days. One Dr. came in, examined her and just shook his head. Later that night Jody’s eyes popped open and she was refreshed from her cat- nap.

People over the years have commented, ”I don’t know how you do it. ”This always struck me as odd. My thoughts would always be: How could you even think of turning your back on someone who needs you that much?

It was always our promise to Jody that she would always live at home with her family and I think she found comfort in knowing that.

But, no one person can take the credit for caring for this wonderful young woman. It has taken an army of doctors, nurses, teachers, aides, pharmacists, friends, and family over the years to maintain Jody at home, and we could never begin to thank you enough.

Jody always kept her head held high and never seemed to be afraid; she has truly been my inspiration on many occasions. When things were gloomy and seemed hopeless, just one smile and a hug was all I needed to go on. Jody will always be my hero. I love her and will treasure the time we had together.

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