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Natalie is 11

posted Sep 30, 2014, 7:23 AM by Becca K.

I never thought we would get to this day.
Natalie, you are a blessing and a gift.
God is in your life and I pray that your every day on this earth is as blessed as the blessings you give to others.


We love you,
Mom and Dad


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Say something.

posted Aug 4, 2014, 7:46 AM by Becca K.

Mom, I saw her!

Her reaction was like seeing a celebrity.

Mom I saw her*!

Well, did you say hi?

No.

Why not?

Because I wasn’t sure if it was her. It’s been so long since we have seen each other. But I think it was her. She is really tall. I wonder if I will be that tall…

Did she say hi to you?

No. I don’t think she remembers me anymore. (Said with wishful hope and a little sadness)

Next time, say “Hi.” OK? You are family. And I am sure that she would have said, “Hi,” right back to you.

OK, next time I see her, I will. I will say, "Hi." We are family.



It makes me think of a really really sad song…

"Say Something"

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I will swallow my pride
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye

Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
And anywhere I would've followed you (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Say something, I'm giving up on you

Say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something...



*Name removed

It’s my job to make the small things be what they really are, big things.

posted Apr 23, 2014, 6:14 AM by Becca K.   [ updated Apr 23, 2014, 6:14 AM ]

"It’s my job to make the small things be what they really are, big things."

Her statement, it came completely out of the blue.


“What did you say, Natalie?” I asked as we were riding in the car home from our Easter festivities. We were sitting in the dark, in relative silence, listening to the radio.

“Mom, I think that it’s part of the reason that I’m here. To help you see that the small things are really big things. I mean, you and I, we almost died, mom. But dad, he had it the worst. He had to have been so worried about us both.” 


Jason and I looked at each other. “Where did that come from?” He mouthed to me.

“I have no idea.” I mouthed back.

And then we laughed, a glorious, freeing laugh.  The kind where either laughing or crying with joy seems appropriate.


And then we listened as Natalie told us about how God sometimes makes you pay attention to the small things that really matter. And how sometimes the things that you think are the big things, aren’t so important.  Because sometimes God wants you to pay attention to something else.

Dear Natalie

posted Mar 12, 2014, 7:42 AM by Becca K.

The world is not a cruel place. But some of the people in it are cruel.

Names hurt.

People will do and say hurtful things.

People will hate you just for being you.

And that’s OK, there is nothing more that you can do about it.

Rather than letting the hate of others consume you, know this:

You are a child of God. You are filled with his Spirit. You know that God is the “most important thing in the whole universe.” You told us this last night a dinner.

I am sorry that your heart hurts. Sometimes mine does too, my child.

I wish everyone loved you as your father and I do. I wish everyone loved you as your Father in Heaven does. And that is what Jesus asked of all of us, isn’t it. He asked us to love.

So I ask you to remember this. Love those that hate you. Love those that call you names. Love those that don’t love you back.

Be true to who you are.

Let God’s Spirit and love fill you and guide you.

Do not worry about those that wish you harm or do not have your best interests in mind. Focus fully on the people that love you, on the people that want to spend time with you. Your lessons of today can be lessons for the rest of your life.

Sit with the people that WANT you at their lunch table. Do not spend another second worrying about those that do not want cherish their time with you.

You are brave.

You are strong.

You are wonderfully bossy and assertive.

You have a kind and gentle heart.

You are quirky.

Your personality is effervescent!

You are animated.

You are a good shot.

You are a fantastic swimmer.

You are a patient baby-sitter.

You are a faithful friend.

You are a hard-worker.

You are a blessing.

You are a wonderful daughter.

You are a gifted pianist.

You are brilliant.

Sometimes, yes, you are wonderfully awkward. Be patient with yourself. Your tall body was wonderfully made by God. You will learn better limb control as the years go on. Love yourself. Love the body that you were given. Take care of it.

You are a confident leader.

Your father and I love you. We will always be in your corner.

Another one of the good ones is gone.

posted Feb 18, 2014, 3:00 PM by Becca K.

The sparkle in the eyes of my Uncle Dan has faded, and last night he joined our family in heaven.

Uncle Dan, I enjoyed our talks. I enjoyed my time with you. I enjoyed the times that you sat and took the time to explain faith through your eyes.  You were so patient for all of my questions, for that I wish I could once again thank you.

Thank your for your love. Thank you for your brilliance. Thank you for your patience. Goodness, you were always so gracious with all of us. Cherishing each person that came your way and making each person that talked to you feel special and important. You took time for our children, teasing them, talking to them, never making them feel like they were “just kids.” You took time with us, the many many nieces and nephews. When we talked, you listened. That is a rarity in a large family.

I wish we had talked about blogging.

I wish I had known.

There was so much to you that we did not know. The Kirby story made me laugh, I wish I had heard you tell it.

Here is his blog.

meyeview.wordpress.com/‎

Your 36 year old liver is celebrating its 9th anniversary

posted Feb 6, 2014, 2:31 PM by Becca K.

What a strange thought that is. Your liver is 36 years old – newsflash readers, you now know Natalie’s mom’s age. Natalie, will you read these words someday? I do hope so. I hope and pray that someday you read these words and know just how much you are loved.

I hope and pray that you read the words on this page and know just how much you were prayed for, worried about, and loved. I hope that you can read the love pouring through your computer screen, or whatever format you use to read this. Someday.

Did you know that the transplant originally failed? Did you know that you were immediately re-listed? Did you know that you are living proof of miracles? We talk regularly about all of this, but I wonder, what will you remember?

Christmas 2013

posted Dec 21, 2013, 4:36 PM by Becca K.

Merry Christmas from our family to you!


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Roseomonas mucosa!

posted Nov 20, 2013, 9:21 AM by Becca K.

Even her infections sound cool.

No it is not a Harry Potter spell, though I keep reading it with Hermione Jean Granger's inflection: "Wingardium Leviosa!"
"Roseomonas mucosa!"

So Natalie had a pretty nasty skin abscess (boil) lanced last week. She had to take time out of the pool and missed out on the Fitter and Faster swim clinic that she was so excited to see. We waited nervously (OK I was nervous, she was oblivious) to make sure it wasn't MRSA AKA Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus.  I read up, and it definately sounds like something that few people, except the immune-suppressed, encounter.

She's back to swimming, and has healed nicely. This report basically just told us what it was that caused the blasted thing.


I must be doing something right

posted Aug 30, 2013, 7:31 PM by Becca K.

I suppose that she is getting to old for "Nannie-isms." But I never want to forget this conversation we had about organ donation and death.

She has questions. Never ending questions...

"Mom, I want to be an organ donor. Mom, you know I won't really be dead."

What do you mean?

"My soul will be living. It will live forever."

Right you are, Nannie.

"God, He's got my back."

Yes He does my child.

SOC: Fortunate to be unfortunate

posted Jul 8, 2013, 9:24 AM by Becca K.   [ updated Jul 8, 2013, 9:25 AM ]


Sometimes I feel like all I do is complain. I am lucky. I am blessed. I have no doubt that God loves me and has given me many blessings. But these past 2 weeks have been one unfortunate event after another. A series of unfortunate events if you will (and it just so happens that my niece Ava is reading that series right now).

2 weeks ago some electrical even happened. Lightning? ComEd electrical surge? Who knows? I am thinking lightning, since it happened right after a thunderstorm. There is power at the poll on the road, but only partial power at our house. So the ComEd guy, who is taller that my husband, brought in a transformer on wheels. And now the Transformers cartoon theme is in my head.

Then I hit a deer. Truthfully, it hit me. I had seen the deer and it’s friend/mom (I feel the need to give the deer a back story here) and slowed to around 10-20 miles an hour, but it kept coming.

And then I started the grill too close to the house and melted the siding. Ugh.

I think I have had it with my own series of unfortunate events. I am done. Yesterday at church a lady lectured me about the importance of being reverent to the Blessed Sacrament. I don’t think she was actually lecturing me, but she needed a venting post, a sounding board. She needed to express her frustration to someone, and I happened to be the person closest. She’s probably onto something, and now I need to pray on what to do with this because the conversation shook me to my core.

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday (always a day late) post. Its five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar).
  • Link up your post to Jana’s site – she came up with these SOC posts. http://janasthinkingplace.com/2013/07/stream-of-consciousness-sunday-a-week-of-mondays/
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

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