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Connor’s First Birthday

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Connor turned one year old today, September 19. Since December 1, he has lived with his parents in our humble home. He’s the first baby that I, a 50-year-old, have ever held. It’s been a delight watching him grow. He’s one happy kid.

Pam had several presents for him, and so did Allen and Carolyn. Connor’s attitude was pretty much, “What the heck am I supposed to do with this?” Allen and Carolyn would tear a piece of the wrapping, and Connor would grab it and pull. Or, he would just shake the present until it fell out of the wrapping.

His favorite was a toy remote control. He’s always trying to grab out remotes (TV, VCR, DVD), and will sprint-crawl if he sees one laying untended. Now he has his own remote, which makes various sounds (our real remotes make no noise, which I guess makes them inferior).

Connor also gets to ride with his car-seat pointed forward now, not backward toward the trunk. He gets to watch Daddy drive.

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Memories of Glory Days Past

We had a cookout in Convoy, Ohio, at my brother Stu’s place. They bought a fixer-upper from the bank a couple months ago, with several acres and a barn and several small buildings, and already they’ve got the place looking nice.

In the afternoon we played volleyball. Stu’s four kids, in their 20s, were leaping and diving and covering the whole court, effortlessly and tirelessly.

I used to be able to do that.

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When Connor Sleeps

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Connor, like our cats, can fall asleep in a variety of positions. Here is he contorted in sleep, on our loveseat and in his crib. Cute stuff, but sure doesn’t look comfortable.

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Connor Learns to Crawl

ConnorCrawling_200.jpgConnor started crawling two weeks ago, and now, he tools around everywhere. Getting into everything. Grabbing. Touching. Inflicting no small amount of anxiety on our cats. He hasn’t caught Jordi or Molly yet, but it’s just a matter of time before he sneaks up on one of them while they’re sleeping. Molly was sleeping peacefully when a baby hand touched her tail. She bolted with maximum haste.

Our house now features numerous barriers. A gate going into the kitchen. A crib blocking this route, boxes here and there, my accordion in yet another place. All to impede mobility.

The little guy continues to change our lives. I’m not sure I’m all that crazy about this crawling stuff. When he just laid in one place, flopping arms and legs but going nowhere–yes, those were the good ol’ days. Days now gone forever.

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The Big Disconnect

Today Pam and I went to Indy. Took Pam’s sister, Jodie, and her two sons to the airport. They took a 2:00 Northwest flight to Los Angeles, where Pam’s Mom lives.

During the first part of the ride to Indy, Austin, a high school freshman, was bummed out. He left his cell phone at the house. If I left on a long trip and left my cell phone, I would be bummed out, but I would also be confident of my ultimate survival.

Austin is of a different generation, for whom a cell phone is an appendage. You no more leave the house without your cell phone than you leave without your left arm. It’s how they stay connected with the world…and now he would not be connected. I use the internet for information. Austin’s generation uses it for relationships–chatting, texting, calling. And cell phones are the thing you have with you all the time. And now he would be without it for a week. He would be unplugged. Incommunicado.

Austin will survive. But he doesn’t realize it.

After dropping them off, Pam and I ate at Skyline Chili (we don’t have one in Fort Wayne), then went to a wonderful used bookstore, where I found three Robert Parkers that I don’t have, a James Ellroy, a James Patterson, and some other author new to me. Pam found some religious novels.

If heaven is contextual, then for Pam and me, heaven is a used bookstore.

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Ribfest

Tonite we met my brother Stu and his wife, Joyce, at Headwaters Park for the annual Ribfest. I’d never gone to it, but Stu told us of its wonders over Memorial Day, and I felt it behooved us to go. As it turned out, I was overwhelmingly behooved. Tried three different rib samplers, all very good. Got spots all over my orange shirt.

Yes, Ribfest is a worthy event.

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The Amazing Pam

The other night I dreamed that Pam and I were about to enter a little shed of some kind, and a big snake was in the middle of the shed. I backed away as the snake slithered out toward us. I’m sure I was taking a protective stance around my wife. But Pam walked toward the snake, leaned down, snatched it around the neck with one lightning stab of her right hand, and then picked up the snake with the left hand.

My wife never ceases to amaze me.

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Grandma’s Homegoing, Our Homecoming

I’ve always bragged that my grandma had four brothers who became Nazarene ministers. At Grandma’s funeral yesterday, I discovered that I’ve been wrong. Actually, she had six brothers who became Nazarene ministers. Six out of six.

The last living brother is Doyle, now age 86 and still preaching. He spoke for probably ten minutes at the funeral, just sharing memories of Grandma. I learned a lot. Plus, I had never met Doyle. What a guy! Articulate, very funny, full of energy. He says he’s got his passport to heaven all ready, but he doesn’t plan to board the bus yet. He’s got a lot of living to do.

I always knew Grandma loved reading her Bible. We were told that she has read through the entire Bible 29 times. At least.

I realized that I’ve truly got an enviable heritage. So do all of my cousins who were there. It was sure great seeing them again. Jamie was out from Arizona; her husband, Drake, is in Baghdad training Iraqi troops. He’s been in the military for about 20 years now. Wendy was out from Colorado, with her parents. What a delightful person she is! Brad, a doctor in Oklahoma, just a little bit younger than me, drove out with his family.

My cousin Mike, my best-ever friend, was there. In fact, he lives across the street from where Grandpa and Grandma lived. I always enjoy seeing Mike. We got into way too much mischief to recount here. His son Logan, a marine sniper, served a couple tours in Iraq and experienced lots of stuff he doesn’t care to talk about. He’s out of the military now, and married. Nice kid. Randy’s son-in-law, a West Point grad, just learned that he is being deployed to Iraq for 16 months.

We all lingered in the cemetery for quite a while. Some of us mused, “When will we all get together again?” Grandpa and Grandma were a glue of sorts. We grew up gathering regularly at Grandpa and Grandma’s farmstead. Now they are both gone, and the house is being rented out. The world moves on, and so do we.

We cherish our relationships, but the years pass quickly and we’ve all got our own worlds. But yesterday, at least, we had a few hours to touch base. It was a home-going for Grandma, but a homecoming for her kids and grandkids, and great-grandkids, and great-great grandkids. I loved every minute of it.

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God and Grandma Wait Til the Last Minute

Grandma passed away yesterday afternoon, just as they were preparing to transport her to hospice care. That’s the thing nobody wanted–not Grandma, not her four children. But the hospital said she couldn’t stay another night there. Thursday night had to be her last night. I prayed that she would pass away during the night, but she didn’t.

My Mom and Dad, my aunts and uncles–all were praying that she would die before it was required to take her to hospice care. They said that on Friday morning, Grandma was in some discomfort, but also didn’t want to be bothered. As Aunt Susie told me, “It was like she had something to do, and she didn’t want to be distracted.” I wonder if Grandma’s attitude was, “Don’t bother me, I’m trying to die.”

All of this could sound very morbid, I realize. But in this context–a family of Christians, and Grandma, who fully wanted to move on to heaven–it was nothing but celebratory.

The ambulance was supposed to come at 3 pm to take her to hospice, but they didn’t get there until 3:50. Some paperwork had to be done. Finally, as the gurney was being wheeled down the hospital corridor toward Grandma’s room, Dad noticed that she stopped breathing.

They’ve all been laughing about God’s timing, how he waited until the last minute. It’s also amusing that Uncle Marvin spent 90 minutes at the hospice filling out forms before he got the call that Grandma had passed away. When he got back to the hospital, he said, “Anyone need a hospice room? We’ve got one ready to go.”

So, the last of my grandparents is gone. Both Grandpa and Grandma lived wonderful lives, and scores of memories for me are wrapped around their farmstead outside of Van Wert, Ohio. Thanks, Grandpa and Grandma, for modeling the Christian life and for making it such incredible fun to be your grandkids.

(My brother Rick wrote about Grandma on his own blog.)

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My Grandma, on the Edge of Heaven

GrandpaGrandma.jpgAbout two miles away, at Lutheran Hospital, room 354, my grandma is dying. This may be her last night. That is the wish of her children. And that is most certainly Grandma’s wish. Life support has been removed; bodily functions are shutting down; the morphine dose has been doubled to keep her comfortable. If she doesn’t pass away tonight, mom will meet with her two brothers tomorrow morning to make arrangements to move her to hospice care, because she can’t stay in the hospital another night.

Am I sad? Not really. Grandma is a godly woman, and she has been a tremendous grandma. She had four brothers, all of whom became Nazarene ministers–prominent ones. The Clay name was well-known in Nazarene circles. They might have become United Brethren (my denomination), like Grandpa and Grandma did. But the Nazarenes decided to start a church near the Clay home, and they scooped up those brothers in the process.

Grandpa, a farmer with a great sense of humor, died 11 years ago. I miss him. It was great fun, as a kid, following him out to do the chores–to feed, as he would say, “the giraffes and hippos and elephants and alligators.” Or whatever animals happened to come to mind. He kept himself very well informed about current events. I remember being at his place as a kid and listening as astronauts read Genesis 1 while in orbit, and watching some of the Watergate hearings with him. He loved his Lord, too.

Grandma was the quintessential farmer’s wife. I loved her thin-sliced homemade noodles. Grandpa would kid her, and she’d just scrunch her face and say with mock exasperation, “Oh, Orren.” That was his name. Orren Otto Welker. And Grandma is Helen, a name I’ve never called her because to me, she is only Grandma.

Pam and I saw Grandma a few nights ago. She is clearly dying, and at first, I hardly recognized her without her glasses and teeth. But her mind is sharp; she knows what is going on and is involved in all of the decisions regarding her care. The other morning, she tore off the oxygen mask a nurse put on her. She doesn’t want to be kept alive. She is determined to go to heaven, and the sooner, the better. Don’t try to keep her lingering around. She adamantly refuses to settle for that.

So maybe tonight Grandma will die. That is my hope and prayer. Mom and Dad are praying for that. So are Uncle Marvin and Aunt Janet, who live just a mile from Grandpa and Grandma’s place outside of Van Wert, Ohio. So too, I suspect, are Uncle Mark and Aunt Susie, who arrived today from Boulder, Colo., and were with Grandma tonight.

And now, finally, having written this, with my mind wandering over so many great memories, I find myself choked up. Tears are coming. Sleep peacefully, Grandma. I pray that you awaken in Jesus’ arms.

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