I admire people who can make an exit scene that is both graceful and memorable at the same time. You know the ones. Those who make a solid statement by quietly closing the door. No need to slam it to make your point. Everyone expects the slamming door to seal the argument, but a quietly closed door just has more umph.
Well I made an exit scene today that was memorable, but it wasn't graceful. It was even down right confusing for a minute. As I was leaving Julie's place of employment this morning, I was chatting with Heidi. I opened the door to head out, and....where did all these supplies come from? I didn't see them when I came in. Am I in a hallway? I stood there for what seemed like five minutes trying to process what I was seeing, but I know it was just a matter of seconds. Oh, well yes, this is the supply closet. That would certainly explain the supplies gathered there on the shelves.
Then I had to turn around and face all those who saw my less than graceful exit..Well it wasn't really an exit, it was just a slight detour into the supply closet. It was very memorable I'm sure. I won't forget it, I know that! Yes...well....I will just close the closet door....Nice closet by the way. Lot's of handy dandy supplies in there....I will be on my way now... Bye.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Good Help, Where?
I find it to be very frustrating these days that you cannot find good help. Honestly! I came within an inch of firing my housekeeper today, but if I fired her, than I would have no one, and what a mess that would be. It's not like I ask a lot of her. She actually has a pretty good deal. A roof over her head, a bed to sleep in, food to eat. Well, sometimes we do run out of groceries, and that's what started the whole thing today.
It's really easy to see what a mess the refrigerator has become when there isn't a bit of food in there. A gallon of milk will only hide so much. All those jars of mystery contents hide a few things too, but not enough. Why would anyone who knows anything about being clean, let a refrigerator get into such a condition? It should shame the person, and make them do a better job. But did that happen here? Oh no! I had quite a talk with her about it, and she agreed that it was a shameful thing, and she vowed to do better, but I know in my heart of hearts that she won't. You just can't get good help.
We talked about what ever in the world that brown, sticky, gooey, whatever it is that was on the very bottom of the frig. We couldn't decide what it was, and it just doesn't want to come off after being soaked. Smells a little like syrup, and who knew that it would solidify and become permanently attached the bottom of the frig? She sure didn't know.
While I was ranting and raving at her for the condition of the frig, I thought I might as well jump in with both feet and talk to her about the condition of the floor. After all I was down there on my hands and knees, and I had a bird's eye view of all the crud that was accumulated there too. I told her, in my most stern and authoritative voice, that she needed to find the time to get down on her hands and knees and scrub the floor. It's a good thing we haven't had company in ages and ages. Think what it would be like if they noticed the floor, and then they opened the frig and saw the on going science projects in there! My, that would just not work.
She agreed with me that it would not be a good thing, and again she vowed to do better. Again, I know in my heart she won't. You just can't get good help these days. I told her that I was very tempted to fire her and send her packing. Maybe to Florida. How would she like that? I could see the gleam in her eye, and then I realized my error. She has friends in Florida, so what would be the punishment of that? Scratch that! Instead I told her, in my most stern and authoritative voice, that as punishment, she would have to do all the laundry, clean both bathroom's, dust, vacuum, do the dishes, the ironing, the floors, and while she was busy with all of that, she needed to change all the sheets as well. And really, why not organize the linen closet? I noticed it was quite a mess the other day.
I know she wanted to quit then and there, but where would she go? After all, she's such a part of me that she can't imagine life without me. That's just the way of it these days. You can't get good help!
It's really easy to see what a mess the refrigerator has become when there isn't a bit of food in there. A gallon of milk will only hide so much. All those jars of mystery contents hide a few things too, but not enough. Why would anyone who knows anything about being clean, let a refrigerator get into such a condition? It should shame the person, and make them do a better job. But did that happen here? Oh no! I had quite a talk with her about it, and she agreed that it was a shameful thing, and she vowed to do better, but I know in my heart of hearts that she won't. You just can't get good help.
We talked about what ever in the world that brown, sticky, gooey, whatever it is that was on the very bottom of the frig. We couldn't decide what it was, and it just doesn't want to come off after being soaked. Smells a little like syrup, and who knew that it would solidify and become permanently attached the bottom of the frig? She sure didn't know.
While I was ranting and raving at her for the condition of the frig, I thought I might as well jump in with both feet and talk to her about the condition of the floor. After all I was down there on my hands and knees, and I had a bird's eye view of all the crud that was accumulated there too. I told her, in my most stern and authoritative voice, that she needed to find the time to get down on her hands and knees and scrub the floor. It's a good thing we haven't had company in ages and ages. Think what it would be like if they noticed the floor, and then they opened the frig and saw the on going science projects in there! My, that would just not work.
She agreed with me that it would not be a good thing, and again she vowed to do better. Again, I know in my heart she won't. You just can't get good help these days. I told her that I was very tempted to fire her and send her packing. Maybe to Florida. How would she like that? I could see the gleam in her eye, and then I realized my error. She has friends in Florida, so what would be the punishment of that? Scratch that! Instead I told her, in my most stern and authoritative voice, that as punishment, she would have to do all the laundry, clean both bathroom's, dust, vacuum, do the dishes, the ironing, the floors, and while she was busy with all of that, she needed to change all the sheets as well. And really, why not organize the linen closet? I noticed it was quite a mess the other day.
I know she wanted to quit then and there, but where would she go? After all, she's such a part of me that she can't imagine life without me. That's just the way of it these days. You can't get good help!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Curious George
I will honestly admit to not being a fan of the story of Curious George. I will always be thankful that my three children did not discover Curious George, and ask that it be one of the books that we read every single night for several years of nightly reading. As it was, Big Joe the Truck Driver was tedious enough. Each child had their favorites, and some were easier to read over and over than others. I will say that I would have done all that was in my power to avoid reading about Curious George the rascally monkey.
Last night while I was babysitting a very special little girl, she asked me to read her new book. The new book was none other than a book of EIGHT stories about Curious George and his antics. I read them without complaint, and yes, I read all EIGHT of the stories. When we finished the last story, she asked me to read the book again. I firmly refused. Once was enough for a lifetime.
Why would I be so adverse to a story line about a very curious monkey? "Curious George was a good monkey. Curious George was just a very curious monkey." I think that I'm not as adverse to the monkey as I am to the "Man in the Yellow Hat." The man in the yellow hat has a great way of disappearing and leaving Curious George to his curiousities. The man in the yellow hat is not an attentive care giver, and he leaves that curious monkey to created some creative messes. Those messes are then cleaned up and taken care of by other people. The man in the yellow hat needs to practice some adult supervision with the curious monkey. Granted the messes get cleaned up. George, the curiousest of the curiousest, is always a hero in the end, but the man in the yellow hat needs to pay attention.
Frankly, my dear, I'm surprised the man in the yellow hat has any friends left. We've all been around unsupervised children, and by the time they have destroyed everything in sight, we are regretting ever having made aquaintance with the adults in those unsupervised children's lives. The man in the yellow hat just breezes back into the scene, takes Curious George by the paw/hand, whatever it is that monkeys have, and off they go with no thought to the previous destruction. As a parent, wouldn't that just be grand to arrive at the home of a "friend" who had kept your children for the day, remark on the incredible destruction, and what heroic brats your children are, then grip them by the hand and off you go? Oh to be the "Man in the Yellow Hat", and be oblivious to it all.
I continue to NOT be a fan of Curious George, and the Man in the Yellow Hat.
Cretia
Last night while I was babysitting a very special little girl, she asked me to read her new book. The new book was none other than a book of EIGHT stories about Curious George and his antics. I read them without complaint, and yes, I read all EIGHT of the stories. When we finished the last story, she asked me to read the book again. I firmly refused. Once was enough for a lifetime.
Why would I be so adverse to a story line about a very curious monkey? "Curious George was a good monkey. Curious George was just a very curious monkey." I think that I'm not as adverse to the monkey as I am to the "Man in the Yellow Hat." The man in the yellow hat has a great way of disappearing and leaving Curious George to his curiousities. The man in the yellow hat is not an attentive care giver, and he leaves that curious monkey to created some creative messes. Those messes are then cleaned up and taken care of by other people. The man in the yellow hat needs to practice some adult supervision with the curious monkey. Granted the messes get cleaned up. George, the curiousest of the curiousest, is always a hero in the end, but the man in the yellow hat needs to pay attention.
Frankly, my dear, I'm surprised the man in the yellow hat has any friends left. We've all been around unsupervised children, and by the time they have destroyed everything in sight, we are regretting ever having made aquaintance with the adults in those unsupervised children's lives. The man in the yellow hat just breezes back into the scene, takes Curious George by the paw/hand, whatever it is that monkeys have, and off they go with no thought to the previous destruction. As a parent, wouldn't that just be grand to arrive at the home of a "friend" who had kept your children for the day, remark on the incredible destruction, and what heroic brats your children are, then grip them by the hand and off you go? Oh to be the "Man in the Yellow Hat", and be oblivious to it all.
I continue to NOT be a fan of Curious George, and the Man in the Yellow Hat.
Cretia
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
I May Be an Idiot
I may be an idiot, but I'm an entertaining idiot. Allow me to tell you just how entertaining I am in my idiocy. Earlier today, I signed online and was scrolling through the news updates. I see one that states the following. "Quack puts a crack in a national monument." Huh! Cute play on words. Why don't they just say a duck put a crack in the monument, and be done with it? Oh well, anything for a story. Moving on....
This afternoon, after some nutrition and a nap, again I sign online and scroll through the news updates. Again I read about the crack in the national monument, only this time I read it as: Quake puts a crack in a national monument. Oh well, why didn't they just say that in the first place? We all know a quacking duck couldn't put a crack in a national monument.
I don't know if my failure to read comments correctly is due to the fact that I won't wear my glasses, or if I really am an idiot. Either way, I had a good laugh over my idiocy.
This afternoon, after some nutrition and a nap, again I sign online and scroll through the news updates. Again I read about the crack in the national monument, only this time I read it as: Quake puts a crack in a national monument. Oh well, why didn't they just say that in the first place? We all know a quacking duck couldn't put a crack in a national monument.
I don't know if my failure to read comments correctly is due to the fact that I won't wear my glasses, or if I really am an idiot. Either way, I had a good laugh over my idiocy.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
A Dad and His Son
If you had told me a month ago that taking Jacob to college would be harder on Paul than it was on me, I would have laughed hysterically. I just enjoyed watching Jacob be in control, making decisions, being cool, being okay with it all. Paul, on the other hand, was a nervous nellie.
It's interesting to watch a father and his son try not to be emotional, to be tough in the goodbyes. Shaking each others hands, and being gruff with the deep voices. It's all about being the tough guy, and not giving an inch with the emotion. I think it's a relief for them when I cry, because they can laugh about me crying, and take the focus off the tightness in their own chests, and the sun in their eyes that's making their eyes tear up.
I had no idea that leaving Jacob in Las Cruces would be harder on Paul than it was on me. Is it about a son, the only boy? The need for Jacob to succeed, which is a positive reflection on Paul? Is it about Paul never having gone to college, and him wanting this for Jacob? I don't know why it was/is so hard on Paul, but I'm glad he cares.
There's an emptiness in the house without Jacob here. It's not like he came out of his cave much, but he was there, and we knew it. Julie mentioned the empty feeling the other night. I find it amusing that she has needed to have Jacob's stereo on, when she would often yell at him to turn it down. Paul isn't the only one missing Jacob. We all do, but we're happy that he is enjoying being in college.
When Paul's only son comes home with his degree, you can be sure that Paul will be looking back at that day when we left Jacob at New Mexico State, and he will be a proud dad.
It's interesting to watch a father and his son try not to be emotional, to be tough in the goodbyes. Shaking each others hands, and being gruff with the deep voices. It's all about being the tough guy, and not giving an inch with the emotion. I think it's a relief for them when I cry, because they can laugh about me crying, and take the focus off the tightness in their own chests, and the sun in their eyes that's making their eyes tear up.
I had no idea that leaving Jacob in Las Cruces would be harder on Paul than it was on me. Is it about a son, the only boy? The need for Jacob to succeed, which is a positive reflection on Paul? Is it about Paul never having gone to college, and him wanting this for Jacob? I don't know why it was/is so hard on Paul, but I'm glad he cares.
There's an emptiness in the house without Jacob here. It's not like he came out of his cave much, but he was there, and we knew it. Julie mentioned the empty feeling the other night. I find it amusing that she has needed to have Jacob's stereo on, when she would often yell at him to turn it down. Paul isn't the only one missing Jacob. We all do, but we're happy that he is enjoying being in college.
When Paul's only son comes home with his degree, you can be sure that Paul will be looking back at that day when we left Jacob at New Mexico State, and he will be a proud dad.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Dear Jacob
Dear Jacob,
Well the time has come for you to leave home and head off for college. It's your time to write a new chapter in the Book of Jacob. When you were in first grade, I asked you if you liked your title one reading class. You said, 'Yes, I get to bring home books. Today we learned the alphabet. We only had to say half of it. We only had to go to Z." Now you know your alphabet from A to Z, you can write the new chapters in the Book of Jacob with all the knowledge gleaned through the years, and you can make the chapters about college fun, interesting, insightful and humorous. Don't forget the humor. I think in all I've taught you, I've taught you the value of a sense of humor.
This is an exciting time for you, and Dad and I and are trying to figure out how to let you go and be excited about it at the same time. It's a big step for you, and it's a big one for us too. Letting go of your kids is a bag of mixed emotions for a parent. We want to let you go, we know it's necessary, but we want to hold on too. We want you to be successful, to make your mark in the world. We are proud of you and all that you have accomplished so far, and we want you to continue to be successful. In letting you go, we know that the Jacob you are today will not be the Jacob that comes home for visits. You will grow up and grow away from us. That's all part of life, doesn't mean it's easy for the parents to deal with.
We have to adjust to seeing the grown man before us, while remembering the little guy who wore his bike helmet all day long, his boots on the wrong feet, and riding his bike without training wheels at 2.5 years old. Sometimes I feel like I'm still adjusting to the guy with the deep voice who answers your phone when I call you. I won't admit to looking at my phone to see if I mistakenly called your dad when I thought I was calling you. Even though NMSU thinks of you as an adult, you are still our child. Who do they think they are telling me I can't just call up and get information about you? Privacy laws? I wash your underwear for heavens sake. Okay, so you're an adult, we will adjust.
You will learn many things in College that we can't teach you. I hope that we have taught you what you need to be a good citizen. Be honest, be respectful, be diligent, be kind, be yourself. When something needs to be dealt with, deal with it. You knew that from a young age. When the year 2000 was arriving, there were many who were concerned about Y2K. In a discussion one morning with the kids at the bus stop, you told them that if that Y2K bug came to our house, you would just squish it. You once told Grandma Minnie that if anyone asked you a question, you would give them the most intelligent answer that you could. So keep squishing the bugs, and keep giving intelligent answers.
You will meet a lot of different people, and your community will enlarge. Kameron told Joyce and Kevin many years ago that he heard some very bad news. He heard that there are more girls than boys in this world. I reckon that's not such bad news to Kam today, and I reckon it's good news to you as well. Treat the girls respectfully. Be a gentleman always, because jerks are a dime a dozen. Be cheerful around them, because a happy guy is a fun guy. I know that years ago you told Diana Ricter that you could be her grouchy husband, because you were grouchy, grouchy, grouchy. Grouches are boring. Be happy!
Keep track of your time, and use it wisely. You used to ask me, "Mom, did I do that last morning?" I won't be there to be your alarm clock. I won't be your reminder of what needs to be done, and what's important. You need to keep track of what you did "last morning."
Be true to yourself, and don't be influenced in making decisions because of someone else's opinion. When you were in 3rd grade you told us about a conversation that you and Jerry had at school. "Today Jerry said out loud that he has a crush on Brittany Spears." I asked if you would ever say out loud that you had a crush on someone. You said, "Sure, I have a crush on Brittany Spears too." I asked if you knew who she was. You said, 'No." I asked, "Then how can you have a crush on her?" You said, "Cause she's cool."
When you are writing the chapters in the Book of Jacob, remember that we all love you. Yes, even your sisters love you. Don't forget to call home. You once said, 'Mommy, aren't you surprised that I love you so much?" No, I'm not surprised, I'm just thankful you still love me. You even told me once that you loved me, and you liked me too. In everything you do, remember that you are loved. You might be far away from us, but you will always be in our hearts.
Life won't be always easy, and you've always known that. You told me when you were little that life is hard and there's not a thing you can do about it. You can make your life successful, happy and interesting. Write well, because I want to enjoy the book.
I love you.
Mom
Well the time has come for you to leave home and head off for college. It's your time to write a new chapter in the Book of Jacob. When you were in first grade, I asked you if you liked your title one reading class. You said, 'Yes, I get to bring home books. Today we learned the alphabet. We only had to say half of it. We only had to go to Z." Now you know your alphabet from A to Z, you can write the new chapters in the Book of Jacob with all the knowledge gleaned through the years, and you can make the chapters about college fun, interesting, insightful and humorous. Don't forget the humor. I think in all I've taught you, I've taught you the value of a sense of humor.
This is an exciting time for you, and Dad and I and are trying to figure out how to let you go and be excited about it at the same time. It's a big step for you, and it's a big one for us too. Letting go of your kids is a bag of mixed emotions for a parent. We want to let you go, we know it's necessary, but we want to hold on too. We want you to be successful, to make your mark in the world. We are proud of you and all that you have accomplished so far, and we want you to continue to be successful. In letting you go, we know that the Jacob you are today will not be the Jacob that comes home for visits. You will grow up and grow away from us. That's all part of life, doesn't mean it's easy for the parents to deal with.
We have to adjust to seeing the grown man before us, while remembering the little guy who wore his bike helmet all day long, his boots on the wrong feet, and riding his bike without training wheels at 2.5 years old. Sometimes I feel like I'm still adjusting to the guy with the deep voice who answers your phone when I call you. I won't admit to looking at my phone to see if I mistakenly called your dad when I thought I was calling you. Even though NMSU thinks of you as an adult, you are still our child. Who do they think they are telling me I can't just call up and get information about you? Privacy laws? I wash your underwear for heavens sake. Okay, so you're an adult, we will adjust.
You will learn many things in College that we can't teach you. I hope that we have taught you what you need to be a good citizen. Be honest, be respectful, be diligent, be kind, be yourself. When something needs to be dealt with, deal with it. You knew that from a young age. When the year 2000 was arriving, there were many who were concerned about Y2K. In a discussion one morning with the kids at the bus stop, you told them that if that Y2K bug came to our house, you would just squish it. You once told Grandma Minnie that if anyone asked you a question, you would give them the most intelligent answer that you could. So keep squishing the bugs, and keep giving intelligent answers.
You will meet a lot of different people, and your community will enlarge. Kameron told Joyce and Kevin many years ago that he heard some very bad news. He heard that there are more girls than boys in this world. I reckon that's not such bad news to Kam today, and I reckon it's good news to you as well. Treat the girls respectfully. Be a gentleman always, because jerks are a dime a dozen. Be cheerful around them, because a happy guy is a fun guy. I know that years ago you told Diana Ricter that you could be her grouchy husband, because you were grouchy, grouchy, grouchy. Grouches are boring. Be happy!
Keep track of your time, and use it wisely. You used to ask me, "Mom, did I do that last morning?" I won't be there to be your alarm clock. I won't be your reminder of what needs to be done, and what's important. You need to keep track of what you did "last morning."
Be true to yourself, and don't be influenced in making decisions because of someone else's opinion. When you were in 3rd grade you told us about a conversation that you and Jerry had at school. "Today Jerry said out loud that he has a crush on Brittany Spears." I asked if you would ever say out loud that you had a crush on someone. You said, "Sure, I have a crush on Brittany Spears too." I asked if you knew who she was. You said, 'No." I asked, "Then how can you have a crush on her?" You said, "Cause she's cool."
When you are writing the chapters in the Book of Jacob, remember that we all love you. Yes, even your sisters love you. Don't forget to call home. You once said, 'Mommy, aren't you surprised that I love you so much?" No, I'm not surprised, I'm just thankful you still love me. You even told me once that you loved me, and you liked me too. In everything you do, remember that you are loved. You might be far away from us, but you will always be in our hearts.
Life won't be always easy, and you've always known that. You told me when you were little that life is hard and there's not a thing you can do about it. You can make your life successful, happy and interesting. Write well, because I want to enjoy the book.
I love you.
Mom
Friday, July 8, 2011
The Immeasurable Cost of War
Have you ever considered the cost of war? If you are a citizen of the United States of America, on September 11, 2001, you became very aware of the cost of war. We have been waging the war against terrorism for many years, and we as a nation understand the burden and the cost of war. It's not just the monetary cost, but the loss of lives, families torn apart, sacrifices made, and many other cost that are hidden and lost in the battle being fought every day.
No family wants to open the door to find military personnel standing there with news of a loved ones passing. When that happens, that family will be forever conscious of the immeasurable cost of war. Yesterday our family experienced that, and now we are with every thought and every feeling made aware of the cost. Never again will we think of war as a war being fought on a far off shore. Never again will we hear of a soldiers passing, feel sorrow in our heart, acknowledge the loss, but not be touched to the very depths of our souls. Yesterday, our family understood you cannot measure the cost of a war, because you cannot measure loss of a loved one in dollars and cents. You cannot measure the depth of sorrow, of loss, of despair.
Yesterday, Nathan's parents and step parents lost a son. How do you measure the cost? Yesterday, Nathan's wife and daughter lost a husband and a father. How do you measure the cost? Yesterday, Nathan's grandparents lost a grandson. How do you measure the cost? Yesterday, Nathan's brothers and sisters lost a brother. How do you measure the cost? Yesterday, Nathan's aunts and uncles lost a nephew. How do you measure the cost? Yesterday, Nathan's cousins lost a cousin. How do you measure the cost? Yesterday, America lost another soldier. How do you measure the cost?
Life will go on, because that's the cycle. The aching wound will heal to some degree. The void will not feel so empty over time, and can be filled with memories of Nathan, but it will always be there. Through Ella Jo, echo's of Nathan will live. As a family, we understand the immeasurable cost of war.
On Tuesday, Nathan's mom posted the following on her Facebook status. "A normal person has 1,000 wishes. A deployed SOLDIER only has one; to come home safe." We read it, we hoped it would be true for Nathan, and all who serve. Tomorrow Nathan's immediate family will arrive in Delaware to bring Nathan home. When you think of that flag draped casket, remember the family and the service man who understand the immeasurable cost of war. Don't think just of our family, remember all who have paid the price.
And today on Natalie's status: Many brave men & women have served our country and some have paid the ultimate price. SPC Nathan Beyers, my beloved son, a loyal brother, a devoted husband and a proud father, was killed in Iraq yesterday. I am honored to have called him son and am eternally grateful for his sacrifice. Thank you, Nathan, you are my hero. I love you and I will miss you so much.
No family wants to open the door to find military personnel standing there with news of a loved ones passing. When that happens, that family will be forever conscious of the immeasurable cost of war. Yesterday our family experienced that, and now we are with every thought and every feeling made aware of the cost. Never again will we think of war as a war being fought on a far off shore. Never again will we hear of a soldiers passing, feel sorrow in our heart, acknowledge the loss, but not be touched to the very depths of our souls. Yesterday, our family understood you cannot measure the cost of a war, because you cannot measure loss of a loved one in dollars and cents. You cannot measure the depth of sorrow, of loss, of despair.
Yesterday, Nathan's parents and step parents lost a son. How do you measure the cost? Yesterday, Nathan's wife and daughter lost a husband and a father. How do you measure the cost? Yesterday, Nathan's grandparents lost a grandson. How do you measure the cost? Yesterday, Nathan's brothers and sisters lost a brother. How do you measure the cost? Yesterday, Nathan's aunts and uncles lost a nephew. How do you measure the cost? Yesterday, Nathan's cousins lost a cousin. How do you measure the cost? Yesterday, America lost another soldier. How do you measure the cost?
Life will go on, because that's the cycle. The aching wound will heal to some degree. The void will not feel so empty over time, and can be filled with memories of Nathan, but it will always be there. Through Ella Jo, echo's of Nathan will live. As a family, we understand the immeasurable cost of war.
On Tuesday, Nathan's mom posted the following on her Facebook status. "A normal person has 1,000 wishes. A deployed SOLDIER only has one; to come home safe." We read it, we hoped it would be true for Nathan, and all who serve. Tomorrow Nathan's immediate family will arrive in Delaware to bring Nathan home. When you think of that flag draped casket, remember the family and the service man who understand the immeasurable cost of war. Don't think just of our family, remember all who have paid the price.
And today on Natalie's status: Many brave men & women have served our country and some have paid the ultimate price. SPC Nathan Beyers, my beloved son, a loyal brother, a devoted husband and a proud father, was killed in Iraq yesterday. I am honored to have called him son and am eternally grateful for his sacrifice. Thank you, Nathan, you are my hero. I love you and I will miss you so much.
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