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Dad’s skis on Silverstar

Punctuation is everything isn’t it?

Dad skis on Silverstar.

Dad’s skis on Silverstar.

Only the 2nd was true this year.

I told you retro...!

I borrowed Dad’s gear as I had got rid of my mega retro mid 80’s 205 Kneissl White Stars at the end of last season.

Dad’s much newer shape skis carved effortlessly down the slopes on Friday night and Saturday and with every run I told Dad I was skiing for him and then looked at the clouds and told Chris I was skiing with him and then tried to catch up with Max so I could tell him I was skiing with him too!

If you are reading this at the 11pm hour Thursday night, Dad has now been rushed into surgery this evening to fix a number of complications.  This is not an easy surgery, but we know he’s fighting hard.  I spoke to my Mom an hour ago and she’s an amazingly tough lady.

Dad…if you can somehow get this message, think about those ski hills and how your skis were zipping down the slopes this weekend.

We’re with you right now in spirit and that includes Chris and the whole gang here and everyone who has ever got to know you personally or through this blog or through any other connection.

Fight hard.

We love you.

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The father/son pre hospital walk…v2

As you read from the previous couple of posts, we had blitzed up to Vernon this past weekend.

My folks live up there as well as my sister Grace and her husband Steve and two of my nieces as well.

Dad had just been released from a 2 day hospital stay following his colostomy reversal.  This allowed his ‘system’ to be reconnected with the goal of a complete return to normal activities like skiing and tennis.

We arrived in Vernon on Friday afternoon and met up with Dad at my sister Grace’s home.

He was itching to go for a walk.  I checked 10 times that his Doc had okayed this and he said absolutely all systems go…so to speak!

We went on a short walk.  I said the last time we had walked together was in the fall just before his first surgery.  The only thing different about this walk was that I wasn’t wearing Chris’ running shoes and Dad wasn’t wearing Chris’ trucker hat.  He told me that he wore Chris’ hat all the time.  I told him I’ve worn Chris’ shoes on many walks as well.  We didn’t need to say much after that.

Why this story?

Within 24 hours several health incidents starting flooding our way.  The late season flu bug hit hard with Mom being sick and possibly Dad as well.  He has now been confirmed with a nasty virus that has caused him to have to go back to the hospital.  He is in an isolation room and although he is stable, the situation is certainly serious.  The rest of us got hit with what is being determined as a heavy dose of the late season flu.

It was sort of like a whirlwind in slow motion.  As we are stabilizing our own health, we of course think about what we can do for our folks and I know many of you who know my Mom and Dad feel the same and that includes those who have just got to know them through references on this blog.

One of the great programs that Interior Health runs is the E-wishes program.

It’s a very simple process in that you can send an email and it is printed, delivered and read to a patient by wonderful volunteers and sometimes even the health care staff.

As he is not seeing any visitors at this time, it’s a great way to connect.

This is the link to the service as you may want to send a note or may know someone else who has a family member in a hospital or care home and the ‘what can we do’ question comes up.

http://www.interiorhealth.ca/health-services.aspx?id=6652

The direct email for Vernon is:

patient.vjh@interiorhealth.ca

You simply put Jacob Friesen in the subject line and type away.

Tomorrow I’ll tell you about Dad’s skis and how they got up to the mountain this year…even if he couldn’t.

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Chair 32

We spent the weekend at Silver Star in BC’s amazing interior.

If you’ve never been, go.  It’s beautiful.  For families it’s amazing.  Skating ponds, tube town, all levels of boarding and skiing…the works.

Silver Star village centre

Max, his girlfriend Kiera and me spent the day boarding and skiing.  After lunch Kiera and Ingrid relaxed at the condo while Max and I explored the mountain.

We went up a lift we loved skiing in the past with Grandpa (my Dad), Chris and Max.

As we sat down, it was just the two of us on a 4 seater chair.  I’m not sure why, but I looked up at the chair number.  32.

The numbers 2, 32 and 41 are hugely significant for us.

They are all displayed on his jerseys at home.  The number 2 from Langley, 32 from BMS and 41 from the National Team.

Max and I rode that chair 4 more times and the numbers weren’t even close to any of the above.

Fluke? Chance? Just circumstance?

It could be, but these kinds of things happen with the most interesting of timing…and this isn’t the first time.

We ask fewer questions and just accept that in those moments we connect with Chris in a special way.

In this case, I couldn’t help but shoot some video.

Christian, we loved boarding and skiing with you yesterday, even if it was a bit different than before!

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A whole lot of holes.

I wrote about circles the other day.

Interestingly enough I’ve been thinking about holes too.

I didn’t think they were connected.  But now I know they are.  I’ll aim to explain.

One of the most painful things you must do when you lose a child is go on the ‘cancellation tour’.

This includes driver’s licences, passports, etc.  It’s something you don’t think about and it’s something I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

Have you ever kept your old passport?  That’s allowed and the passport office will cut the corners of your passport so that it is visibly defective and relegated as non conforming.

With Chris’ passport they punched 2 holes into it and gave it back to me.  The staff member was very kind, but here I was in the office trying to keep my composure as these holes were pounded through his passport.  You may have just pounded those through my chest.

I left the building and joined Ingrid in the car where I had refused her strong willingness to come with me.  I simply did not want her to have to deal with that.

For months and months I’ve looked at those holes.  I’ve felt the pain of loss.  It is as evident today as a year ago.

But… what about circles?  That’s where this gets interesting.

In thinking and writing about circles I realized that the holes in Chris’ passport are perfect circles.

The pain that those holes represent could only exist because of the circle of love we have for each other and how that long will NEVER EVER END.

In other words, deep loss is purely symptom of strong love.  Without the deepness of connection there would be no feeling of loss.

That makes looking at those holes feel better, makes us stronger…and turns the holes into feelings of wholeness.

A whole lot of holes.  From empty space to the realization of the circle that fills those holes in a figurative sense is infinite.

And yes, this will make even more sense when you read the circles blog.

Have  Be The Best weekend!

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Rice Krispy Squares and Cleaning House

It was a long day at work.  A good day, but long.

Leaving the campus just after 8pm, we settled in for the 35 minute commute.

Ingrid handed me a wrapped package.  Rice Krispy Squares, homemade by you know who, she said.

I knew.  I won’t publicize here, because I don’t want anyone else encroaching on my secret Rice Krispy Square baker!

They were fantastic.  My friends and colleagues know my weakness for Rice Krispy Squares.  Ok, it’s an addiction really, not a weakness.

It brought back many memories tonight.  I don’t think we cooked a meal that we had to prepare for a month after Chris passed away.  It was an amazing way that people told/showed us they were supporting us.

When we got home tonight, our house was sparkling clean, just like every Wednesday.  That’s when the cleaners come.  Except, we’ve never hired cleaners.  Another anonymous (yes, we are pretty sure we know!) supporter has organized weekly cleaning for the past year.  We are amazed, humbled and grateful for these things.

There was a situation at work today where colleagues were discussing a family situation in which there was an unexpected and severe illness of a spouse of a colleague in their department.  I provided the example of the cleaning and how much it has affected us in a positive way as an idea for consideration to answer the constant question of what can we do to help.

My sister Grace last night talked about the flower delivery person showing up at her door on the 1st anniversary of her husband’s passing and suggesting it was her lucky day.

Thankfully, those kind of interactions have been very very few and far between.

Instead we have been blessed again and again with thots, prayers and actions of support…like Rice Krispy Squares and a clean house!

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The Anniversary

This is a guest blog via my sister, Grace Wulff.  This will be included in the New Hope publication which is a non-profit that assists widows, widowers and their families as they travel the path of the new normal.  Love these thoughts.  Thanks Grace for letting me share here.

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The Anniversary – March 2011
-by Grace Wulff

Anniversaries usually bring on positive feelings; parties, celebrations, memories. However, the anniversary of a death of a loved one is one of the more difficult parts of grieving.

It was three years after my husband, Andy died, and I thought I was doing pretty well. I had passed through many firsts, processed lots of emotions, faced my grief. But when the doorbell rang that day, and there stood the most cheerful florist, who thrust me a beautiful bouquet, and then said “This is your lucky day!”, I thought I was going to lose it. I honestly can’t remember how I responded but my thoughts were not charitable. I considered holding classes for florists on appropriate behaviour when they didn’t know what the occasion was.

Anniversaries trigger emotions. We remember. We relive those moments leading up to the death. For many of us, our minds easily drift to the redramatization of conversations, moments, and many details surrounding that time.
Most often, from my own experience, and many widows I have talked with, the days and even month leading up to the anniversary can cause anxiety and stress. This can be very confusing for those who are new to grief, for there is a misconception that once you get past the first year, things will be much easier. Often in the time leading up to that first anniversary, people feel worse than ever, and it is distressing for them. But it is very normal for this to happen.

This happened to me again this past week. As a family, we are remembering the tragic death of my young nephew last March. Last year, on that day, my husband and I had gone for a day trip to Kelowna, enjoying the beach and a local restaurant. I’ve thought back to that day, thinking about what a wonderful time we had, not knowing the drama that was unfolding for my brother’s family, or the tragic events that would also mark that day.

For some reason, we revisited this restaurant last week, and the feelings and tension of that day a year ago, all came flooding back. I felt guilty for having a “good time”. Our hearts and our minds are engaged in remembering, in reliving, and we long to take away the pain that my brother and his wife and remaining son have endured. We remember the good times with Chris, as surely as we remember those tragic moments of finding out that he was no longer with us.

While this type of anniversary can bring much emotion, it is also emotionally healing. These markers give us pause to remember, to be able to talk about our loved ones. Each family is different, but it helps to have a plan to mark the day. Although fifteen years has gone by since Andy died, I like to be in touch with my children on that day. In the past I have sent them a yellow rose, something significant in our family. Or perhaps it will be an e-mail or phone call.
When we still lived together, we would light a candle to remember. On that first anniversary we planned an outing to a game park – something their dad would have enjoyed, and a healthy distraction for our pain. It helped to have something to do, and just to be together.

My brother writes a blog almost every day, in memory of his son Chris. His words are eloquent and beautiful, and positive. It is a way of connecting, and we appreciate reading his words, probably more than he knows, for it also helps us to keep connected to Chris as well.

While anniversaries trigger many emotions, they are healthy signposts to stop and remember, to pause and give thanks for someone we loved. It is also a time to be gentle with ourselves. And if that florist shows up on your doorstep, hopefully he or she might say, “Someone remembered you today”, and “you are loved!”.

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What’s the future?

December 2009.

I had been contacted by a writer to answer some questions for a profile on a blog/website.

I hadn’t reread this until last week when circumstances caused me to find it in my sent file.

This was only 3 months before we lost Chris.

Obviously there is some irony in the answers…looking forward to the future, kids in college etc.

However…and it’s a BIG HOWEVER, the core of these answers remains as true today as the 2009 December evening on which they were written

The questions are not mine.  The answers are…and I stand by each one even today as we journey forward.

We don’t know our exact futures, but I do believe we can know why we do what we do.

We can know what’s important to us.

Here’s an exact word for word excerpt with professional/education/work related questions and answers removed for the sake of brevity.

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What is your proudest accomplishment?
My family. Through the ups and downs of babies, young kids and now young men (18 and 16), my wife and I are seeing our boys begin their adult journeys that we believe will help change the world positively through their actions and relationships.  My family is truly my greatest accomplishment and everything else to me is icing on the cake!

What is your foremost passion?
Creating art with music, watercolour and people.  I used to think my passions and hobbies were very diverse and perhaps they are, but the core is very similar.  I find myself again and again playing the role of a conductor, arranger, or producer.  With music and art, I mix music tracks or colours…each on their own telling only part of the story, but absolutely integral to the story.  The same is true for my management style, I believe.  Each person and relationship is integral to the overall success of the department, division or organization.  When you have the different components working together, that is when you have achieved a song, painting or highly functional working environment.

What are three random things no one knows about you?
That I have a music album on jamendo.com
I used to clean carpets for a living
I will squash you at ping pong

What do you want people to know about you that they don’t already?
My masters thesis centered on the topic of the interplay between change management and knowledge management. What? Yah, I didn’t understand it much either.  I’ve worked a lot in the area of change in my career.  I’ve found that we (managers, business owners) often underestimate the human element and the human power when change is present.  Relationships are the key to everything.  You can systemize, model, and even lead, but ultimately if the people are not ready and willing to come with you, change will be short lived or non-existent.  I believe we all have a HUGE impact on people’s lives.  Simple words and actions followed with consistent behaviour over time are the real ingredients to successful change.

Where do you see yourself in 5, 10, 20 years?
5 years – BCIT classrooms overflowing with students, my clients prospering, my kids solidly in college.
10 years – Readying for early ‘retirement’ from day job to concentrate on writing, teaching, speaking and the arts….oh and wife says we have to go to Europe for 6 months
20 years – 4 months in Hawaii, 8 months in Canada – changing the world, one relationship at a time.

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On my mind

AC, my sister Cathy, aka Auntie Cathy to Chris and many others wrote a very cool post on her blog today.

She has experienced the loss of a young teen-aged nephew on both sides of her family.  You can read the full post, but here’s an excerpt.

The question has come to me – how will you then live?  How will we all live?
There is a quote by St. Irenaeus that has come to reside deep within me –

‘The glory of God is a human being fully alive’

To be fully alive is perhaps the best answer I can give….to choose to be present, to choose life, to choose gratefulness, to choose to take risks in following dreams and passions…to fully live….is how I can say to these two boys I love…….Trevor & Chris…..you are on my mind

I love that concept of being fully alive.

People ask us how we carry on.  How can you deal with this kind of tragedy?

I tell them that first you choose to live and live with purpose.

We’ve said that Chris’ passion will fuel us.

I’m still discovering what that means, but living with purpose and being fully alive is certainly part of that equation.

I can’t believe it’s 11 months.

I simply can’t tell you what an aching heart feels like, but I know many of you also have known the pain of loss.

The thought that is continually in our minds and hearts is the knowledge that a pain so deep only exists because of a love so deep.  And because of that love, we will live our lives with purpose using Chris’ passion and others to fuel our journeys.

Have a Be The Best weekend…oh and Go Canucks Go against Boston tomorrow.

I’m allowed to say that right?  Oh yah, it’s my blog.

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Circles

I’ve been thinking about circles lately.

You know I love sunsets, but did you know this?  The sun’s diameter is 1.4 million kilometers.

That’s a big circle, or I guess sphere would be the more appropriate word.

I’ve thought so many times of Chris’ beautiful eyes and how they are living on and helping to give a young transplant patient improved sight.  I love those small circles of light.

I looked down last week at the desk on which I write this tonight.  There are salty circles that have stained the table, the sometimes unavoidable outcome of overflowing eyes.

I also think of the circle of life and sometimes how big and sometimes how small it can be.

Our hearts break for the family of 12-year-old budding hockey player Coleton Nelson who was killed in a car accident this weekend here in Valley.

That circle of life was way too short.

So was Chris’.  A short circle of life, but oh so big.

Circles.  Big.

Circles.  Small.

Circles.

Do me a favour and give your kids a great big hug tonight!

If you’re a kid reading this, it’s ok to tell your folks you sorta luv them too!!

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An intro to two.

I’m going to intro you to a couple of people that I don’t know.

But..with the world of social media, the web CAN be an amazing place to connect on the journey of the new normal.

The first is Steve Ewen.

I’ve never met him.

He’s a reporter with the Vancouver Province and he’s battling cancer.  It’s a tough battle.  He’s called his blog, ‘I’m sad and mad about getting cancer’.  Actually no…he hasn’t.  His blog is called, Crush the Tumour with Humour.

It’s some amazing stories of someone going through a very tough fight but remaining positive and using humour to negotiate the new normal he and his wife find themselves living.  If I can figure it out, I’ll add it to my ‘links’ section, but here’s a quick direct link if you want to check it out.  Here’s an excerpt from today:

The bad news is that the new stitches in my back has led to our surgeon, Dr. Robert Lee, limiting my arm movements for the next two weeks. The really bad news, at least for the people at G.F. Strong and the general public around King Ed and Laurel in Vancouver, is that they’ve given me a power wheelchair.
Oh. Mercy. Think of the havoc I can cause with a motor and wheels?

Keep rockin it Steve!

The second link is from Gillian Berg, the Mission mom who lost her husband and father of their four children at Christmas.  Her writing is deep, spiritual and an amazing work of strength and vulnerability rolled into one.  An excerpt from her latest:

Last night, as my daughter asked for help, begged for prayers that would take her fear away, the fear that something else might happen, the fear that she is still in danger, I realized again that like the work needed to heal the physical wounds, there was going to be gruelling work needed to heal the emotional ones.

We, each one of us, will have to choose to stand slowly, painfully upon the limbs of our broken dreams; to endure the attacks of relentless discouragement of working towards something new; to fight for something better, something healthier.

To Steve and Gillian I would say, we all haven’t chosen our situations.  It happened.  Life happens. There is no big answer to the ‘why’ question….at least not one that may be evident in this lifetime.  We”ll simply stand with you on your journey of the new normal as so many have and are standing with us.  This is a link to the first time the term ‘the new normal’ entered our lexicon.  It’s been a fixture ever since.