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Back from North Liberty

July 9, 2012 AmeliaJake 3 Comments

I’m back, but this is a picture of me waiting for Der Bingle to start the car in Iowa and begin our trek eastward – well, the car did the work.

The little shark tucked in my seatbelt is Crazy Eyes; LZP would move him around and his eyes would spin and LZP would say, “What you looking at?” And Jody would laugh. We’re calling him CE for short because, well, he’s a little sensitive about the crazy moniker. Actually he is CEO for Chief Executive, Ocean.

The only real drama on his ride to Indiana came at the end when I unsnapped my seatbelt and forgot momentarily that it was not also an AmeliaJake belt and that he would fall if I got out of the car. BUT THEN I REMEMBERED and he was safe. Which reminds me, I must make it a habit to put him on the back of the sofa and not on the seat.

He’s settling in and Rose made sure he brushed his teeth last night. I’m certain we’ll all be chums.

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Albug says:

July 9, 2012 at 2:27 pm

Welcome home. When you crossed into Indiana did you break into song…Back Home again in Indiana? My Mom used to do that every time we traveled and I do it too. Drives everyone in the car nuts, but I always love being back home.
Hopefully you brought rain from Iowa.
pottermom says:

July 9, 2012 at 10:03 pm

Oh my, I do hope that you have been gentle in introducing him to Lilio. She had a very traumatic experience with one of his cousins when she was out surfing one day…..
AmeliaJake says:

July 10, 2012 at 2:01 pm

Ah, now we are getting somewhere. CE has been afraid to go near Lilio and he asked me for a Charlie the Tuna disguise. After I read your comment, I sat him down and he told me about cruising along some islands and this “ballistic” girl started to pummel him with her little fists and rammed her surf board into him. He said she called him names and told him to go away and never come back. He started to cry and I didn’t press him any further.

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***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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