2 of 100s …

Mom and Dad have received 100s of cards and notes and emails from around the country (and World). Here’s one from FrozenBra … a longtime family friend who once babysat none other than … SELF! Her name originates from close to 30 years ago. Her brother SnoCone and I were playing hooky from school one day … we raided her underwear drawer, soaked a certain undergarment in water, and stuck it in the freezer. We were about 6 or 7.

FrozenBra brings backs some memories, along with a few words of encouragement:

What a blessing it is to read your blog each day and keep up with the “goings on” in the DeVries family! I reacquainted myself with you last year when I was in Nashville at a conference. It was a busy day at your Dad’s church with the garage sale/flea market. Your dad picked me up at my hotel, lunch with a couple of your kids and back to the church to meet you and the rest of your family. You gave me a big hug even though you didn’t particularly remember me from your childhood or maybe you did? [ ... Yep, I did ... particularly freezing some of your undergarments! ... ]

Your dad was my first “boss” at McDonald’s in Santa Fe. I was 14 – he was ??? He taught me that customers always come first, that hard work is essential. Funny how I don’t see that in McDonald’s employees today. I worked for him for two summers. The only time I ever ran from Ray is when he showed up at work with the family’s boa constrictor [ ... that's right, we had a snake ... ] in his shirt around his waist. YIKES!

I babysat you and Chris often in your stucco house off the Old Las Vegas Highway. After you two went to sleep, I sat on the couch facing the hallway for hours and never, ever drifting off to sleep — just in case that SNAKE got out of the closet and decided to pay me a visit. Fortunately, the SNAKE behaved himself and knew to stay away from me.

One afternoon I was with your mother in her car parked along the Old Las Vegas Highway waiting for your school bus to drop you off. We were on the opposite side of the highway when the bus finally arrived. You got out and darted in front of the bus to cross the highway to where we sat. A car going about 50+ mph missed you by INCHES!!! Your mother and I both screamed and she didn’t know whether to hold you or scold you. I think there was a little bit of both. But there were tears and prayers of thankfulness. The Lord SPARED YOU at that moment and now look at the legacy of faith that resides in your home!

The Lord knew then that your children would need you, that your wife would need you, that your mom would need you, and that Ray would need you and your strong faith. May the Lord bless you as you are faithful to HIM, the Alpha and the Omega, the originator of all that is and will be.

FrozenBra, good to hear from you. Sorry it has taken so long to write. We love you, too! Thanks for the good memories!

Chills …

These 4OperaDudes were on the television this morning …

I asked the kids if I could change the channel from what they were watching ( … something about a huge red dog named Cliffy) to something I wanted to show them. They whined, “Daaaaaaaaaad ….” and finally conceded, “Oooooh, okay ….”

Over the next four minutes, we all sat there glued to the tube … listening to Amazing Grace … if you missed it, then you missed an amazing rendition … full of chills … enough said!

Dear BookWorm:

You left a comment on “Two More Sleeps” and we just had a take a second to respond. Yes, it is true … Dad is scheduled to go home … leave the hospital … check out … sometime tomorrow, Thursday, November 20, 2008. That will be officially 61 days after the ViolentSilence. ( … For those of you new here, the ViolentSilence was Dad’s near fatal car accident, which I described as I arrived on the scene here … ) You said that his recovery was truly miraculous. We could not agree more.

[For all those voyeurs reading this private letter from me to BookWork, I guess that I should bring you up to speed as well. You see, Dad's getting out tomorrow. You ask, "Self, how can that be?" Thanks for asking!

Mentally (as in brain injuries), Dad is on top of his game. There does not appear to be any long-term damage. He has full memories of his life and he even recalled some childhood stories that I have never heard. He does not remember any details about the accident and he only remembers his recovery going back about 3-4 weeks.

Internally (as in heart, lungs and other organs), Dad is recovering well. His broken bones are healing nicely, his lungs work great, no problems identified with his heart, and other internal stuff appears to be good.

Sense-ly (as in sight, sound, touch, taste), Dad has left some room for improvement. His right eye may need a cornea replacement surgery if there is not 100% healing (... but we here at G&G know better, right? ...) There is significant nerve damage that affects the entire right side of his face. There is still some hearing loss due to the impact and bleeding. Dad goes to the EarNoseThroat guys sometime tomorrow.

Spiritually (as in "Who loves you?"), Dad remains a humble servant. He is overwhelmed by all of your prayers, notes, words of encouragement. He knows that he is a now-walking miracle. He knows that his life ... post-ViolentSilence
... will never be the same.

Emotionally (as in, "How are you really doing, Ray?), Dad cannot wait to get home, which will be a better environment for some of you to come by and visit.]

BookWorm, thanks for leaving the comment. We will let you and the rest of the World know exactly when Dad flies the coop tomorrow. I hope you stick around G&G, as we have some great news to announce soon.

Getting back to work,

Self

Self in the ServiceClub

I was inducted … initiated … invited … introduced … as a new member of the ServiceClub today. The ServiceClub is … a service club. As a was walking into the building for my first meeting as a new member, I met Mr. Cleaver. We exchanged pleasantries and continued to walk down the long hallway the luncheon.

Fast forward about 10 minutes. Lunch plate in hand. Wander up front to the leadership table. (… Yep … “New Member” gets to set up front … ) Look for place card with “Self” written in perfect script. I introduced myself to Mr. 19Years, a member of the ServiceClub for 19 years, who was sitting to my left. To my right … an empty chair. I peek over at the place card … none other than “Mr. Cleaver” … Whew! … Good thing I did not make a fool of myself when I met Mr. Cleaver in the hall.

Brings to mind a verse from Above: “Be on alert.” (Mark 13:37)

Bubbles Goes to Africa

Our good friend Bubbles …. who watches our littles ones … and creates new praise songs for Dad … is heading to Africa on a mission trip in a couple of months. She has said that she will watch runts, clean bathrooms, cook grub, detail automobiles, perform comedy, and just about anything else to help raise money for her mission trip. If you have some dirty work, or even if it is a clean job, let us know and we will get you in touch with her.

100% Update: Two More Sleeps


Dad has been counting from last week …

Ten more sleeps …

Nine more sleeps …

Eight more sleeps …

Seven more sleeps …

Six more sleeps …

Five more sleeps …

Four more sleeps …

Three more sleeps …

Two more sleeps …

… until he comes home! When the grandkids ask about “when” something is going to happen (i.e., a spend-the-night, a zoo trip, a movie, or an-across-the-country visit), that’s the measure of time Dad uses to describe when it will occur. Well, Dad has been counting down the sleeps until he comes home! As of this morning, it was two more sleeps …

You Decide …

It’s about 4:45 pm, and I just got the “What are your plans tonight?” email from MyBeloved. This time, she actually gave me a choice. She said, “Pick your poison.” Well, here are my choices … what would you do?

Survey ResultsGlowDay.com

Dad Hits the Streets

I told you about Dad’s visit last week to Dr. BoneFixer. Well, it appears that Dad snuck out over the weekend to make a few dollars (or pennies in this case). And PrayerWarriorToo caught Dad on tape. Check him out:

That’s Not Right (#4)

That’s not right … a collection of stories, events, and incidents that are just … not right!

Remember my friend, LegalAide? You should, I just told you about her a few minutes ago. Anyway, while we were talking about life and signing over Dad’s life savings to me, Dad decided to pass some gas.

I said, “Dad, you just tooted in front of my friend. That’s not right!” (… I know it’s sexist, but if “she” were a “he” I would not have said anything … I would have just laughed … )

Smiling, Pacino-voiced-Dad responded, “It was medically necessary.”

Nice.

100% Update: It’s a Legal Update

My friend LegalAide came with me to visit Dad today … well, not to visit Dad … but to notarize some documents. Since LegalAide has been following our journey since the beginning, she knew all the stories and all the names. We ran into Pastor LittleBabies, who was rapping with Dad right after lunch.

LegalAide said that Dad looks like he was ready to just jump out of bed … luckily he didn’t … but instead, he grabbed a pen and signed over all of his life savings to me (Sorry, CaveBear) … I mean, he signed the accident report information sheet for the insurance company. Thanks for the help, LegalAide. Here’s an update on Dad:

  1. Dad passed his final respiratory test, which means his lungs are back to normal and better than ever! It also means no more respiratory therapy. Respiratory Therapists Q1, RedWisdom, Mouse, Sunshine, TooTall, BubbleGum and GottaGo would be so proud of Dad.
  2. Dad took his longest walk yet during morning physical therapy. Most of his exercises have gone from lying down, to sitting up, to standing up.

Dad continues to be worried about the nerve damage throughout his face due to the multiple factial fractures. He talked to Dr. Groovin’ about it this morning and, based upon that chat, Dad said that we could all pray for the following:

  • That the nerves throughout his fact start to regenerate on their own without surgery.