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Another first has come and gone without Catie.   We have lived in Mechanicsburg for almost two years.  In 2007, we relocated here and lived in a hotel for the first week of school – needless to say we did not attend Back to School Night or Kindergarten Orientation the week before school started that year.  One week in a hotel with six kids in enough for this mother; the kids now consider moving a vacation.  Last year, 2008, Kevin attended Back to School while I was still at St. Jude with Catie.  This year I attended all the functions to help prepare all of us for this school year.  This year will be Molly’s first year of official school. (Molly and I will always think of Mrs. White as her first teacher and we will be correct and thrilled with that decision forever.)   Molly will be in Kindergarten and so there was orientation to learn all about the changes that have been made since Mia was in Kindergarten two years ago.  Now that Molly is in school every day this will be M.E.’s first year home alone.    This year will also be Mia’s first year of being the big sister at school – a title she loves!  Finally, this will also be Maggie’s first year of Jr. High, which will involve many changes throughout the school day.  Where did the time go?  I can remember Maggie’s first day of Kindergarten - she seemed so tiny and innocent and all those Jr. High students seemed big and loud.  Now Maggie is one of them and yet to me she still seems so innocent.  I delight in reflecting on how much she has grown and the remarkably kind and thoughtful young lady she has become.  As I thought about Maggie’s first this year there was no sadness only satisfaction that she would be able to handle whatever came her way.

After all the Back to School Nights were over – this year we had three -  I reflected on our many firsts this school year I couldn’t help but cry.  This summer was spent together.  We spent as much time together as we could.  Many weekdays this summer, we crossed the river and attended Mass at St. Patrick’s Cathedral so that we could share Mass with Kevin and pray together.   We learned and read together.  We vacationed and adventured together.  We laughed and played together.  We cried and healed together.  Now as the school year has begun we are apart and I pray that all of our time together has strengthened us for this new time apart.  So many people and organizations offered the children so many outlets for coping with Catie’s death – not one of the grief camps or grief sessions offered something for all the ages of the Fab 5.  Each time I offered a new option to the children they simply stated that they would rather be together and so we were. 

We were also together this past Sunday as we toured school to show everyone their new classrooms and point out where things would be this school year.  As I walked down the hallway on the second floor it didn’t dawn on me as I searched for “Franchetta Groves”, the name of one of Catie’s dearest friends that Catie’s name would be missing.  At this point I know that Catie is always with me and yet her friends are not and I look so forward to seeing all of these beautiful children.  These children were so kind and loving to Catie when she returned home last year.  Do you remember that it was raining and yet the cul-de-sac in front of our home was covered with people showering their love on all of us?  Catie’s smile was huge that day.  I never told her who was coming to pick her up at the airport.  When Catie saw her entire family she shouted and ran to everyone in her delight.  (It is one of my favorite photos on her website.)  Catie was not told about the welcome home celebration that had been planned either.  Again the photos tell the story of Catie’s joy and happiness to be home.  These third graders and all the children that gathered and reached out to us throughout Catie’s Story all hold a special place in my heart.  These wonderful children never made Catie feel bad, sad or sorry for herself that she was sick, or bald, in a wheelchair or even dying.  These children just loved Catie and that love kept her going.  These are special children and I look forward to seeing them, to watching them grow, to witnessing them receiving their sacraments and growing in their faith – just as we witnessed their receiving their First Holy Communion this spring – all of these steps that they take are the steps that God wants them to take.  Watching them I don’t miss Catie but rather know that Catie is witnessing and cheering on these amazing kids who have given so much to her and continue to give so much to us.  These amazing kids I know will continue to give to God’s other children throughout their lives.

So when did the first tear fall on Sunday?  When I saw Dominic and John’s desks because they held a special place in Catie’s heart, it was then that I realized that Catie would not be with them this year.  Then I realized that Max, too, would be alone.  Sunday night at the table we all discussed the summer.  Max offered an insight that helped me realize some of what he has been made aware of this past year.  Max said that this was not the best summer or the worst.  There were times of sadness and happiness.  There were things that went well and there were things that did not.  “This is life Mom and whether Catie had died or not summer would have had good days and bad days.”  It made me wonder why at ten years old Max needed to understand this lesson about life that escapes many college graduates.  Then I remember that God has a plan for all of us and he has a specific plan for Max.  Max’s plan involved no brothers, the death of his only sister that truly understood him and a funeral on his tenth birthday.  Is the worst over or yet to come?  That all depends on Max, his level of faith and his outlook on life – from where I am sitting he is handling it all fairly well – when asked how he felt about having Catie’s funeral on his birthday he simply remarked that he never had so many people sing to him on his birthday before.  To me that is why Jesus said, “Let the children come to me, and do not prevent them; for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” (Matt 20: 14)

Today Molly rode the bus to school for the first time (yesterday we missed it).  She sat bolt upright in her seat and looked at me out the window and waved.  She even turned around to make sure I was still looking and waving as the bus drove away.  This is what Kindergartners do, maybe even some first graders.  After first grade they slouch down so low in their seats that the bus appears empty.  Molly loved riding the bus to school – on the way home the bus was empty and not as much fun.  Catie was our first child to ride the bus in Kindergarten.  Catie also loved riding the bus.  It really was a van and it drove right into our driveway, so I loved it too.  Catie would jump off the bus and start talking about her day at the same time she asked questions about her sisters.  There are so many similarities between Catie and Molly.  Molly delights in these similarities.  They skip the same way.  They laugh the same way.  They are intense about the same things.  They both wish they never had to have their hair brushed.  They are both strong willed and yet can be so surprisingly gentle.  Today when I hugged Molly before she rested she curled up and looked at me and said something just like Catie would have.  Yesterday I would have cried.  Today I just delighted in Molly and I knew that Catie did too!

Our memories will hopefully always be with us.  When I remember Catie and when I think back on the eight months that we had to tell her we loved her I have come to realize that this time was a gift for us.  Without even knowing it Kevin and I and our “know or go” (if you know you can’t go, so if you want to go it has to be a surprise) plans are very much like God’s plan.  If God had come down and told me that one of my children was going to become very sick and suffer greatly and fight a great fight and die anyway all within eight months it is very likely that I would have turned my back on God.  Instead the plan rolled out a bit at a time – there were days and moments when it all rolled too quickly still but I am more accepting knowing that it is God’s plan.  This morning after Mass I was taking M.E. with me to visit someone.  This had been my plan for yesterday but it had not worked out.  I never told M.E. of yesterday’s plan and she was neither expectant nor disappointed.  Today I simply stated that we were going to visit someone and she delighted in the adventure.  Just like Max and his outlook on his tenth birthday celebration, M.E.’s delight again showed me that childlike simplicity is the key to trusting God.

Each day I focus on the readings and the Gospel message I find that God gives me all that I need for that day.  If I look elsewhere for what to focus on I only find problems.  There will always be work to do – what is most important and should be the focus of today is a plan that I will understand more fully if I ask for God’s input.  Today’s Gospel was to spread the Gospel message to people you meet.  So after having this update float around in my head nagging me to make time to write it I figure today was the day.  Monday’s gospel was also about working for God.  Both of these messages can come to fulfillment as we work to further the mission that Catie left for us.  I always knew that she knew more than she was telling us – in order for us to keep Catie alive and to help us deal with her physically being absent from us we would need God’s grace.

I would have taken care of Catie forever.  Would it have been difficult?  What relationship involving another person and loving them is not difficult?  Would it have offered rewards – seeing her sleep, touching her, praying with her?  With Catie’s death my reward is heaven or fulfilling her wishes through prayer.  There is no way possible to raise the money that Catie wanted without God’s blessing through which prayer is needed.  Throughout the past year I have struggled with my faith – most specifically I have struggled with prayer.  I have questioned “why should I pray?”   I have wondered “why would God not heal Catie?” and “why would God not answer prayers from Catie’s intercession for Mary Kate, Mary, and Elizabeth Grace?”  I know so many of the answers can be found in the Bible but Monday’s Gospel almost made my heart sing.

Indeed, I tell you, there were many widows in Israel in the days of Elijah when the sky was closed for three and a half years and a severe famine spread over the entire land. It was to none of these that Elijah was sent, but only to a widow in Zarepath in the land of Sidon.  Again, there were many lepers in Israel during the time of Elisha the prophet; yet not one of them was cleansed, but only Naaman the Syrian.  (Luke 4: 25-27)

You may not feel the thunderbolt but I just read this gospel to Maggie and she understood.  These were two of Catie’s favorite stories before naptime when she was little.  She enjoyed and read Beatrix Potter’s Miss Moppet everyday at naptime between the ages three and four.  When she turned four Catie wanted to read Maggie’s Baby Bible Stories.  It was a very little book (two inches by three inches).  Size is one of the three most important criteria for books; the other two are voices used when the story is read and action.  In Miss Moppet the cat jumps upon the mouse and I would always bounce Catie on my lap and she would laugh with delight.  In the Baby Bible Stories Catie would stand up and pretend to be Naaman and wash in the river “Splash, Sploosh, and Splish”.   God knew what Catie was thinking as she heard these stories.  I never did.  I just sat with her laughing as she brought God’s words to life for Mia and me.   That is one of the gifts that Catie gave to us – she taught Mia how to tell a story, act dramatically, sing with feeling, and strike a pose – the gifts of an older sister or the demands for attention – either way whenever Mia is “acting” I know who is behind her egging her on even now.  Isn’t that what we are all called to do as followers of Christ to stand behind or beside each other and lead each other to bring out and use all of our God given talents?  Not for our own attention but rather to bring God’s words to life for others?  And isn’t that just what Catie’s Wish is praying that we do for all those who are with their child at St. Jude, like Tala, Dax, Alex, and Sean?

Yesterday, Kevin attended a golf outing for JustCabinets, a corporate partner for St. Jude.  He had yet another opportunity to share Catie’s story and talk about the wonderful hospital that St. Jude is and was for us.  There are so many doing so much and yet we all need to realize that there really is so much to do in the world of pediatric cancer.  We all have been involved with an organization where the same people are involved and do all the work – you know 20% of the people are doing 80% of the work.  Through your prayers and our efforts it is our belief that Catie’s Wish can be different.

May God continue to bless you and the work of your hands,

 

Christine, Kevin, Maggie, Max, Gia, Catie, Mia, Molly and M.E.

 

PS.   Please join us in praying for the following Kevin Kret, Samuel Gordon Bish, Baby Logan, Bill’s dad, Tyler, Jaden Duttine, Eddie Weddle and Evelyn Grace Doyle and for all those who need healing.   These are some of the recent prayer requests we have received.  Also a very special thank you to the St. Joseph Charger Football team – they held their second annual sub sale for Catie’s Wish and raised tremendous awareness and financial support for Catie’s Wish!!  Go Chargers!!

 

Give Yourself to Love

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Sitting and writing is for many very soothing.   Reading the typed words back can bring understanding and peace to a situation that is disconnected or even difficult.  The past several weeks I have heard myself telling others that I just need to get off this constantly spinning merry-go-round.  I can’t remember when I felt as though I boarded this ride but I am aboard and unhappy about the constant spinning.  I need time – to think, to breath, to understand, to figure out what happened and how my life and family have changed.  Time is not there.  If I “get off” the ride and take time for myself I am again leaving the children and Kevin.  Is that fair?  Haven’t they been through enough on their own?

What about all the other new friends that I had made who are still fighting?  I feel the need to be there for them.  I so needed all of you last year – how can I not be there for others now?  What about the countless prayer requests that we have received?   Someone needs to pray those prayers.  There is much to do and someone needs to do all that needs doing.  There are moments in prayer that I think or feel I have done enough and then there are other moments when I so strongly feel I need to do more – or why else would God have brought pediatric cancer into our lives – and around I continue to go.

In the last update you all read (and several commented) about Kevin’s description of our vacation or at least the car ride portion of the vacation.  From my perspective it was a bit different.  When most of us think about going on vacation where we are going and/or what we are going to be doing is exciting enough or rewarding enough to put up with all the work that is involved.  All that needs to be packed, or taken care of while we are away and whatever unforeseen, but no less certain, mishaps we might encounter as we head off to relax and enjoy life, or life that is a bit different from our everyday. 

Vacation for the O’Brien’s usually involves going to South Carolina and visiting Kevin’s parents, Grammy and Poppy and seeing Uncle John and Aunt Lynn and cousins Austin, Douglas and Anna.  We usually spend time on the beach, lately we have been riding bicycles on Wild Dunes, we attend Mass on Sunday at St. Benedict’s and go to Mass at the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist downtown in Charleston during the week and eat out at several favorite and a few new restaurants.  There are many things that are wonderful about vacation – having Kevin around 24/7 is the best not just for me but for all of us.

This vacation was going to be different because it was the first time since Catie died that we all would be together for almost 10 days.  Everyone can be on their best behavior for a weekend but an entire week is another story.  I was feeling the pull of the merry-go-round and I didn’t want to spend another week telling the children how to do their chores or worse inspecting that they did them or didn’t do them. Chores are limited on vacation but they still exist – help with meals, laundry and cleaning up and putting your things away – still need to be taken care of to keep everyone happy when 9 people are living under one roof.  Whose job is it? 

Disciplining children is a responsibility that God gives to all parents.  I have struggled throughout my motherhood and I don’t think that I am alone in this struggle.  There must be a balance between love and discipline for all children.  Since Catie’s death this has become more difficult for me and as my merry-go-round continues so do my struggles.  Our vacation seemed to be caught in the middle of the merry-go-round and my struggle to discipline the Fab 5. 

I have a great marriage to a wonderful man and yet we are not wired the same way.  It is our belief that God brought us together to complete each other.  Kevin has been described to me as formal and serious.  I can understand that but I see Kevin as a balance between strong and gentle, faith-filled and questioning, intelligent and hilarious and I should because I am his wife.  I am not Kevin and we work well in a balance together – but since Catie’s death some things, many things are different.  Disciplining the Fab 5 is one of those things.  If Kevin raises his voice I feel the need to protect.  There are other times when I notice that one of the kids is not engaging as they usually do and I still protect them.  Kevin and I have usually agreed in the past and now things are a bit touchy.  Pray for us. 

Fortunately as Kevin and I both struggled with how to react to the kids and each other over the ten days we spent together we realized that the most important thing was being together.  There is a song called Give Yourself to Love that Kevin and I heard years ago that makes everything from love, to discipline, to death real simple.  [I am not a big fan of the video but l enjoy the lyrics.]  Here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1dZ-x8DLDQ.  The line “if love is what you’re after, give yourself to love” is exactly what I am after.  Thank you Catie for helping me to understand all that is really important in life.

So understanding that, I knew that going to Memphis was the right thing to do.  I knew that being there for Michelle and DJ and Elizabeth Grace and praying not just for them but with them was giving myself to love.  What a gift!  See all that “being so giving” actually gave me the greatest gift.  The merry-go-round stopped. From Saturday afternoon through Tuesday morning I was totally refreshed and had no need to stop the merry-go-round for God’s grace had stopped it for me.  Tuesday morning I learned that Elizabeth Grace had died and the tears and sadness returned but it was very different.  Instead of one of us grieving and the other comforting – Kevin and I have been able to comfort and grieve at the same time.  We have been growing closer even despite all that we have faced and for that we both need to thank you and all of your prayers for us.

It is my firm belief that the only way anyone can handle ten states in ten days is by the grace of God.

What are you after?  If it is love; give yourself to love.

With love,

Christine, Kevin, Maggie, Max, Gianna, Catie, Mia, Molly and M.E.

PS Please continue to pray for the children, doctors and nurses at St. Jude and at other Children's Hospitals.  Pray for those that are home now: Pam and Trevor; Jack and Katie, Brayden, Hunter and Marit and their families.  Please pray for those who have said their final good-byes here on earth:  The Dunford Family, The Rushing Family, The Coffey Family, The Troup Family and The Thomas Family.  Please pray for Peyton, Michele and Kathleen as they continue to recover from surgery.  Please pray for all battling cancer young and old.  Please pray for a happy death for anyone who is in need.  Please remember to pray for yourselves and those you love.

 

 

The Things We Do For Love

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Greetings to all who continue to journey with us,

This past week offered its share of blessings and challenges as I am sure your week did.  Part of the reason we continue to share Catie’s Story is that it continues to resonate with the everyday lives of so many people and yet because of her life and the way she lived it, it has changed our everyday and may still have an impact on others.  We still receive correspondence from many who have fundamentally changed the way they deal with the relationships in their lives because of Catie, and it is that legacy that makes her other wishes a reality.  

We left for South Carolina on Friday afternoon.  Earlier in the day, Christine and the kids went to visit a dear friend in the hospital but were still able to have the suitcases packed with all of the accoutrements for an 8 day O’Brien excursion.  While in the area, they stopped by Catie’s gravesite where a new headstone has been placed marking Catie’s grave and many relatives including her great-grandparents, great-great-grandparents, and her great uncle Billy.  Christine and the kids were able to capture Catie’s name from the headstone on a piece of construction paper for me to see.  As a result of their long drive to Philly and back however, some of the details went unfinished by the kids and me and as luck would have it, many of the missing details were “discovered” just before we departed.  It put a bit of a damper on the first leg of the journey and the wonderfully spacious accommodation at a unnamed hotel where we had to cram all seven of us into one room allowed for such a wonderful night’s sleep that we debated cancelling the vacation and returning home for a week of progressive torture. Undaunted and full of faith that things could only get better, we continued on and after acclimating ourselves had a terrific visit with Grammy and Poppy.  The beach was beautiful despite Maggie and Christine being stung by jellyfish and as always, we were saddened that our time had come to an end.

We cut the visit short by a day so that we could travel the great circle route from South Carolina to Pennsylvania by way of Memphis.  Many of you have been praying for little Elizabeth Grace (Catie’s “little sister” at St. Jude).  Christine felt compelled to visit her and her mom and we gladly went along.  The hours we spent taking turns going into Elizabeth Grace’s isolation suite to pray with her and her family and offer our love and support more than made up for the 14 hour detour. Christine was able to go back and visit with her again that evening and the next morning and we continue to pray for a miracle for Elizabeth Grace and for our own acceptance of God’s will.  When our own little Elizabeth dressed in an isolation gown wrapped her arms around Elizabeth Grace and kissed her on the forehead and told her it was time to wake up, I do not believe it would have surprised anyone if in spite of all of her medical issues she had complied.

Shortly after we arrived home however Elizabeth Grace’s body, having taken all it could handle, allowed her soul to escape and journey home to Heaven where Catie was waiting to show her around.  After 17 months, she succumbed to her disease and her parents and brothers are left with many of the same questions that we faced in January.  Please pray for them as they battle the doubts that may surface in the coming weeks that they know the presence of God and the peace that only He can provide.  Be assured that Catie and Elizabeth Grace, Mary Kate and Hannah, Konley and Mary, and the others continue to bask in the loving embrace of Our Father and He listens to their pleas, so continue to ask them for their intercession.

While we were in Memphis, we also had the opportunity to visit with many of our friends from St. Jude and to spend a few moments with those who had meant so much to us when we were there with Catie.  While we could not see all of those who had touched our lives from this wonderful hospital, know that we looked for you to share a moment and a hug, and will catch up with you on our next visit to St. Jude.  On Saturday morning, we were able to spend some time with Miss Mary, (you may remember her as the sweet angel who made the cookies that Catie loved so much !)  She has been a wonderful support for all of us and we had a lovely visit with her.  We stayed at the Marriott by St. Jude, and they were as amazing as they had been in November when we stayed with them and 20 of us celebrated Thanksgiving on the first days following the news that Catie’s tumor had returned.  The hotel and the people in it continue to provide us with a home away from home and their hospitality and generosity are much appreciated.

The drive home from Memphis was significantly better than the drive down, and when we arrived home at midnight on Sunday, we climbed into bed and thanked God for our safe arrival.  Sunday was a low-key day resting in God’s and each other’s presence.  Monday brought a return to work for me and unpacking from the trip for Christine and the kids.  Despite many potential pitfalls, the day went splendidly for all of us and we ended it at the pool and Chili’s extending the vacation just a little bit longer.  One of the highlights came as we shared Mass together as a family at the Cathedral of Saint Patrick in Harrisburg.  The normal Monday crowd was joined by two bats who spent the time in church circling around and swooping towards many of us.  Mia held onto Christine tightly during the bats flight through the cathedral.  She calmly stated "This is not what I was expecting and I am scared."  How beautifully poignant were her words and yet so child like in their simplicity - life often hands us what we are not expecting - like a child with a rare tumor, a broken appliance when there is work to do, or rain on your only day off.  The unexpected is part of our days and our lives.  How do we handle the unexpected?  Do we simply hang on the “Our Father” and trust that our fear will pass?  Throughout the Bible there are stories of God's love conquering our fears and from where we sit we can verify that the fear will end and that the peace is worth the wait.

All in all, it was a wonderful week as we look back upon it, and yet dampened by the loss of yet another child to a disease which has claimed so many.  Lost in the advances in the fight against pediatric cancer in the past 50 years is the stone cold reality that until the cure rate reaches 100%, more children will lose their battle and die. Catie’s great uncle Billy with whom she is buried succumbed to the same disease 50 years ago that took Elizabeth Grace this week.  Perhaps the advances made in the meantime lengthened Elizabeth Grace’s life, but until a true cure is found, the battle continues.  Those facts, and Catie’s determination continue to motivate us to stay in the fight and try to make a difference.  Until the mission of the Catie’s Wish Foundation, “Eradicating pediatric cancer through prayer and research” is realized, we will not stop.  Thank you for continuing to battle with us with your prayers.  Only God knows when this battle will be won, but He also knows the victories that we cannot see, and that is why we press on.  

Thank you for pressing on with us and may God bless you,


Christine, Kevin, Maggie, Max, Gianna, Catie, Mia, Molly, and M.E.

 

 

The Cure for Sorrow

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Good evening Catie followers,

 

It is my fervent hope and prayer that this message finds you well, immersed in God’s abundant love and filled with peace.  Another week has come and gone and like many of the ones preceding it, this one had its share of blessings, joys, sorrows, and another O’Brien kid birthday.  Molly turned five, and it will be one of God’s miracles if we can get her to act her age rather than the thirty something she usually acts.  It is amazing to me how many times Molly (a.k.a. Christine Jr.) tells me to do something and without a thought I begin to do her bidding and have to catch myself and remind us both who is the parent and who is the child.  It must be the blue eyes and the curly hair.  I just respond “yes dear’ and do what I’m told!

 

Christine’s sorrow this past week was palpable and on one night in particular, I held her in my arms for hours as tears continued to fall and in between sobs she began to ask anew; “why?”  It is easy to advise against asking “why”, and I thank God that as I held the love of my life and witnessed her pain that I did not offer such advice.  I held her as I had held my precious little Catie last year and offered no words of comfort, but merely my presence, my prayers, and my desire to take the pain away, even if it meant accepting it as my own. 

 

This journey has taught me many things about myself, about relationships, and about life.  My tendency when faced with a problem, either my own or someone else’s is to immediately look for a way to fix it.  There has to be a solution, so let’s not waste any time, let’s find it, implement it, and the problem will be gone!  How annoying I must have been to the people I love as they shared their struggles and longed for understanding and received a “work plan” instead.  Sometimes when someone says they are thirsty, they really don’t want a glass of water, they want another human being to let them know that being thirsty is “normal” because it happens to all of us.  The desire to know that your reaction is acceptable because someone else has felt the same way outweighs the actual desire for quenching the thirst.  That is probably one of the reasons support groups exist, not to offer solutions to problems but to offer the knowledge that the road you are traveling has been traveled and survived before. 

 

So as I held Christine, I was blessed with one of the lesser known gifts of the Holy Spirit, silence.  I had the wisdom to shut up and not try to fix the problem.  All I needed to do was be there for her, to let her know that she was not alone, not by proclaiming it, but by simply offering my presence.  (I also went and grabbed M.E. and brought her in bed with us, nothing like a 3-year old filled with unconditional love and a face full of smiles to begin the process of recovery from sorrow.)  We should NEVER underestimate the value of our own presence in the lives of the people we love.  The ability to “be there” for someone is all about physical presence.  My job as a husband is to be there for Christine.  My job as a father is to be there for the fab-5.  Phone calls, e-mails, and letters only go so far.  Nothing can take the place of a hug for or from someone you love.  I can’t hug Catie, and at times that very thought stops me in my tracks; but I can hug Max, and I can hug Maggie, Mia, Molly, and M.E., and you can hug the people in your life.  What defines us is whether we make the most of the opportunity to really “be there” for the people we love, or spend our days regretting the fact that we weren’t when they are gone.

 

Thus ends the “relationship tips” section of the update.  On to the news.  The Catie’s Wish Foundation continues to grow roots that will in time produce growth and fruit.  The website design framework is complete and it is time to put it out for bid.  May God guide us in this and all of our decisions.  We have begun to contact those we have prayerfully selected to lead the foundation through its formation and we are honored by their loving and generous offer of service.  Because we were so blessed by the outpouring of support in year one, our goal of $1.4 million by next April 23rd is well on its way.  This allows us to nurture and plant the foundation carefully so that we are sure of God’s blessing and will for us and for Catie’s Wish.  The cornerstone of the Catie’s Wish is the mission statement, “Eradicating pediatric cancer through prayer and research.”  As such, the acceptance by Toni Groves as the Director of the Catie’s Wish Prayer Partners is a special blessing for us.  Toni will be responsible for taking Catie and Christine’s vision of prayerful support for an end to pediatric cancer and making it a reality.  To give you an idea of what we believe the visual realization of this may be, picture a calendar with the dates filled with pictures and notes from prayer groups around the world who have taken “where two or more are gathered in My name, there am I in their midst” and focused their collective prayers on this mission given to us by Catie.  That calendar along with the Dress-Down Day calendar directed by Patty Stephens will provide the prayer and the funding for research to save the next kid and make Catie’s sacrifice worthwhile and her Wish a reality.

 

The fab-5 are doing well and enjoying their summer and the highlight of each day is when they bound down the stairs and ask Christine how the “kids” are doing.  The “kids” are all of the St. Jude children whose stories we follow and who were patients with Catie.  As Christine reads one update after another, the fab-5 respond to good news and progress with fist pumps and heavenly high fives with Catie and with each bit of bad news and setbacks, they yell, “come on Catie, you can do it!”  In God’s own time they will witness the miracles of healing for these children, and I am so proud to be their father as they find a depth of hopefulness that I know is the fruit of their relationship with their heavenly Father..  They are good kids one and all, and they have a wonderful mom.  In many ways, I am so blessed; thank you God.  And thank all of you who continue to journey with us, you are true blessings as well, and it is our hope and fervent prayer that you are showered today with the beauty of God’s comforting love and with the beatific vision to “see” His love in the presence of all those you encounter.

 

May God bless you and the work of your hands,

 

Christine, Kevin, Maggie, Gianna, Catie, Max, Mia, Molly, and M.E.

 

Please continue to pray for Catie's friends at St. Jude - Elizabeth, Dax, Alex, Sean, Tala, Marit, Jonah, Brayden, Hunter and those that we have come to know like Sydney, Christian, Molly and Maggie.  Prayers of thanksgiving for two of Catie's friends who after more than a year at St. Jude are home with their families enjoying all those hugs - way to go Trevor and Jack!!  We are thrilled for you.

 


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