We have been sharing some letters from Kris Galle, age 70, of Cedar Springs, who has been suffering from ALS—better known as Lou Gehrig’s disease. Kris died this past week (see obituary). Her sister, Sidney Prater, had dropped off this letter in the days before Kris’s death and told us it was her most recent writing about what she was going through. The family was glad to be able to laugh with her, and shared what she had written in hopes it would bring a smile to the face of others who are caring for a family member.
Our condolences to the family and friends of Kris. May she rest in peace.
Fruit flies. Does anyone know where they come from? Both Glenn and Lindsey know how to tell their sex but I’d rather know why they’re here at all. This week they’ve been circling my head. Does this mean I’m dying and it’s an early sign before the vultures start circling? Maybe they’re mini scouts. And where are the kids going to use their knowledge of how to tell a fruit fly’s sex? Why do we care?
This family has used a lot of humor to get us through the last few months. It helps. Once I was coughing, mouth full and trying to tell Lindsey to bring me a towel. Judd calmly looks up and in an inquiring tone says, “What’s that Lassie? Timmy’s in the well?” I still laugh.
Another time, I was racing up the ramp for the bathroom and Evan said, “Look Uncle Judd, Oma’s got it in third gear. It seems like just last week she could only do first gear.” To which Judd replied, “Yes, they grow up so fast.”
It’s the joking and the small kindnesses that make each day so much brighter. Things like Lindsey sitting with us at church and her visits. When the senior band members were recognized at the football game, she presented me with her carnation. That made this “Little old lady from Pasadena” very happy.
When the boys email me from college or come and visit, it’s a great pick-me-up. I can enjoy Sammantha playing volleyball. Eric took me for a ride in the Corvette. (It’s kind of Eric’s bucket list for me.) He also thought I should experience riding in the cab of a semi. Getting me in and out was no pretty but the view from my perch was. The S-curve in a semi is not the same as in a sedan. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Evan always brings me joy. He’s very caring and protective, and always, always, makes me laugh. I remember when he was about five and we were having a discussion. He looked me in the eye and said, “Au contrary, my little friend.”
Steve always goes ahead of me so he can break my fall. We depend on Lisa, Caroline and Amy for so much. I literally don’t know what we would do without them. I find myself relying on them for more and more.
And the laughter continues with an email from Lisa. If a toad poops in the yard, is it called a toadstool?
Love to all,