Dear Mom,
May angels of peace, healing and mercy continue to bless your soul as you journey in God's kingdom. We miss you. So much has happened the last couple years. Your grandson Benjamin, 8, and great grand children (can't believe I'm writing that) Kayleigh, 4, Mason, 3 and Isaac 1, have all gotten so big. It's cute to see little kids playing in the back yard again. And while it was difficult at first, Benjamin is growing nicely into a big brother/uncle role.
You'd be so proud of Deanna. She was accepted into the coordinated program at the University of Texas, a very prestigious accomplishment, that will allow her to get her degree and her registered dieticians certification through UT. She will be done in August 2017. Praise God.
Brittany and Brad bought their first house. We had Thanksgiving there and watched a number of football games. You'd like it. Funny story, their house backs up to open land and there's an abandoned car on the vacant property. On Thanksgiving, we set a ladder over the fence and all decided to explore it. Of course, we were navigating around some dead vine that was thickly growing around the fence. Turns out the vine is poison ivy and you CAN get winter poison ivy from the leafless vine.
Speaking of football, Elisabeth, Benjamin and I made it back to Norman for a game. We hadn't been since that big trip Gabrielle's freshman year in high school (2010) when everybody came including you and Aunt Ginni. (Remember Benjamin trying to push your wheel chair across campus.) It was great to be back on campus. My biggest mistake was deciding to save money on the hotel, something you would never let me do. Well, guess what, when you get a cheap hotel room, you get a cheap experience. Dirty sheets. Cigarette smoke. Yuck.
Gabrielle is an over achieving sophomore at Texas A&M majoring in economics and Chinese. She is doing well and very involved in various student groups - Fish Camp (freshman orientation), Mock Trial, a campus tour guide and she's working part time at the visitor's center. She's planning on studying abroad in China this summer.
Elisabeth is rocking it her junior year at high school; loaded up on advanced placement classes. She is also painfully aware now why everyone said Jr. Year was the hardest. (The thought of repeating a Jr. year in high school - and all three years of middle school - is reason enough not to want to reincarnate.) She's dropped out of theater this year and focused on clubs and service including NHS. Your Nissan Cube, the purple toaster on wheels, is her car. It fits her perfectly.
Remember those teen retreats we used to have at Camp Capers in Texas -Well Elisabeth and Gabrielle were the spark to help bring them back. It took a couple years, but we pulled it off this last New Year's Eve. And they were the teen leaders on the planning team.
Benjamin continues to be as precocious as you remember him. I swear, he thinks I'm a human Google or Siri. He'll ask me questions about the temperature of the sun or life on Mars. It's sweet although sometimes it can be exhausting, and I know I'll miss it when he doesn't ask me anymore. Yesterday, he asked me if rich people spend their money unwisely and become poor. Earlier in the day, he asked if poor people can have kids. (which seems an odd question until you hear the follow up). Then he asked how do they afford to raise their kids? I guess it's not completely surprising my 8 year-old-son is already thinking about money; doing cost benefit analysis etc. Soccer is still Benjamin's favorite organized sport to play. But for goofing around we play everything from four-square, to chess, to frisbee golf to longboarding. He's become quite the fan of football and student of the game. In addition to the OU game, we made a Texas A&M game, and several high school football games, including the state championship game, which our team won. Like many boys in this area -he's caught the fire and wants to play for Cedar Park some day. (During one football game he asked me 100 questions in one half)
There is some difficult news, Mom. Victoria and Chad are getting a divorce. I ask you to pray for them and Mason and Isaac. Pray for resolution and healing. We've been seeing a lot more of the boys during this process and I've enjoyed getting to know the boys better. Isaac gave me several, unsolicited awesome, melt-your-heart hugs this weekend. Mason loves to ride his scooter on our deck (sometimes I feel like we built it for him) or jump on the trampoline with Benjamin.
Aunt Ginni moved to San Diego last summer to be closer to her grand kids. We miss her but understand. She visited over New Years and having her around was like having her and you around. Deanna doesn't really want to be the family matriarch yet so it's nice to pass the torch. We plan to have her out several times a year.
Various & Sundry
Your home office furniture is now my home office furniture. It's the best my home office has ever looked. I always liked your furniture and it makes me think of you in a positive way.
I'm still making it through mementos and what not. I didn't just want to throw them in the closet without seeing what's there. I can't believe you saved two of my choir albums from Wiley Post Elementary school. I've learned a lot. You were smart in high school - you weren't just making it up. I never knew how close you were to Aunt Ronnie. I see that Aunt Bobbi had her sense of humor and wit at an early age. And then there's what I've come to call the box of doom - all the letters, cards, and notices related to Dad's death in Vietnam. Going through that...it's like you packed up all the stuff, and pain and grief in 1971 and put it in a time capsule. Reading those letters is slow going, requiring lots of pauses and prayer. I've read the joy of your young love and the pain of your loss. I was reading this letter you wrote to Dad while he was in Vietnam. You hadn't heard from him in a bit and were starting to get worried. Then I looked at the date of the letter. Dad had already died, you just didn't know it yet.
On that cheerful note, we are all one in the body of God, and though this vessel will perish, our spirits will endure.
Love,
Glaston, Tim, Timmy, Timothy