Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Might As Well - JUMP! JUMP!!!

Ian,

I walk around our house, our yard or other places we frequented and it is amazing how often I remember you just jumping - into my arms, over couches, trashcans, to catch Frisbees, defend a soccer goal, to try to dunk a basketball. These events roll like mini-movies in my head as I look at our driveway, street, the living room.
I regaled to you as a kid the stories of my friend Greg Giddings - who at 6'1" could dunk like no other. His method of learning to jump was, as a kid, to touch the ceiling of his house with his fingers, then hand, then elbow before graduating to jumping over his car. These stories filled our conversations. Ultimately, you loved the idea of jumping. The freedom from gravity, the accomplishment of conquering an obstacle, the challenge to land on your feet.
Our ceilings did not allow finger tip touches - too high - but you used the basketball goal Granny and PaPa gave you to "stretch" your jump. We started at 8' goal when you were in 7th grade and gradually raised it to 10'. Dunk contests filled evenings and weekends with friends. The basket was usually set to 9' - and the latest dunks from NBA games, dunk contests on TV were converted into our driveway experiences. You invited me to join - and I learned quickly that coordination was required to dunk, not just vertical. I never could touch the rim of a 10' goal - only the last knot on the net. So, my "hops" were not great and my coordination was worse. Tomahawks, 180's, etc. were not possible for me - but were well within your reach.
I don't have pictures or videos of you dunking. This makes me very sad. The rumor from two different friends - one set in Austin and the other in College Station - is that you dunked the basketball on a 10' goal twice - once in each place. Oh how I would have loved to watch you accomplish a lifetime goal. From 7th grade you wanted to be a NBA player. Stopping growing at 5'7" really reduced that probability. So, dunking became that surrogate goal. I am thankful you reached it. I can only imagine the smile you had when you landed, the giggle, and the hugs that followed. That is a memory I wish that I could share.

Ultimate became another "jumping outlet." After three concussions in football, you needed a new sport. Your speed and jumping ability made your "go long" potential very high. I remember clearly seeing the disc just hang in the goal region and your hand rise up, seemingly in slow motion, just above the outstretched arm of the defender. The disc would be torn from the air into your clutches and a goal was scored! The converse happened as well - your hand rising to knock the opponents disc down out of play. The surprise on opponents faces - no short kid should be able to jump that high! The challenge to cover you - speed and jumping ability - was great.
I remember the most epic jump. In the middle of a tight Ultimate match, the disc was lofted above the defenders reach in the goal area. You laid out - backwards - to catch the disc with both hands on extended arms. Again, like slow motion we watched you fall and land on your rump, then your head snapped back to hit the ground with a thud. You held on to the disc, scored the goal, but sustained yet another concussion. Really? In Ultimate?

Soccer was another place we saw you jump - maybe that is why you wanted to play goalie?!?
You loved to punch the approaching ball out of the goal with outstretched arm, or catch it and disappoint an attacher. Goalies jump. Ian was a goalie. Ian jumped. I guess that is the way it was...

Outside our house, you would ask me to throw the disc for you to jump and grab it - running, standing still, laying out, etc. Yep, it was great fun to watch my beautiful, athletic son act as though he had glue to his fingers. No disc could not be tracked down or caught some days. The most challenging throws and catches were as you ran up the steep driveway and up the stairs to the front door. My job was to lob the disc so you had to leap and catch it either going up the stairs or arriving on the top stair. That rarely happened - my throws were just not that good. But the camaraderie, the smiles, the giggles and hugs when it worked were worth all the frustration.

Trash cans - when I first heard you jumped over our big orange trash can I was scared for you. Are you trying to break your neck? It was >4'6" tall and 3' long. Of course, for years you would come in the front door and leap over the brown couch. Or make your exit from the house epic by reversing the order. But the trashcan was very tall and the effect was pretty cool. Mom was very impressed - and loved watching you do either. We both prayed you would not catch a toe and fall over!

On our last weekend with you, Parent's Weekend 6 years ago, you told us on Saturday night that you were too tired to stay up and  wanted to go to bed. So, we dropped him off at the dorm and headed back to our B&B in College Station. Apparently you walked in and saw your friends in Moses Dorm and said to Brenden, “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” – together you said “Trashcans!” The Dorm crew stripped a room of mattresses (two friends who happened to be out that evening) and set up a long jump environment in the hall with trashcans to leap over. The video of you running, leaping four trashcans and landing in the fifth can, toppling link a bowling pin falling in the mattresses hair flopping, smile exploding on your face with a “WhooHoo!!!” The video is an amazing gift for us to have! You told Mom it gave new meaning to "taking out the trash."

I think that you loved jumping so much because of the rush of freedom, breaking gravity's hold - if even for an instant. Seeing your hair rise and fall as you lifted up and then come tumbling down with you - I will never forget it in front of our house, in our street, on Aggie field, around our trashcan or in our living room.
April 19th - is a hard day. You were ripped from our lives, not as one tears paper along a fold of a page, but as one tears many papers, each representing a future day of life, from a spiral notebook, leaving a mess of ragged, disoriented edges. You just cannot put that back together as it was. I have been tempted to jump on, off, or out of many things since you went Home. I guess that I have learned that the gravity-less-ness of the jump is always accompanied by the grip of reality and a driving me back to the reality of this world.
You jumping is a part of Danny's memory of you. He envisions you guys - still playing Ultimate with each other - and you laying out to catch the disc he has thrown. This is on his body - no doubt each day - he remembers, wishes to play again, and is thankful for the times he shared with his little brother. But as his tattoo shows - there is a barrier that separates us now. We feel this distance, the loss, the lack of sharing in real-time, the presence of only memory.
One day, it is our hope, that gravity will not grip your feet - my feet, our feet - any longer. That according the the Lord's own words,
...the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 1 Thess. 4
I cannot wait to "jump" with you at the end of days and be "caught up together" with you in the air. I will join you as gravity gives way to grace, time to eternity, pain to joy, and incomplete to completion, alone to with the King. Paul is right that we should "encourage one another with these words."

Till then I still remember you jumping.

I love you "e,"

Dad

Friday, December 21, 2018

I'm Dream'n of a "Sock Monkey" Christmas...

Ian,

I gave Mom a pair of sock monkey socks for Christmas this year. Mom is smart - you know that; highly perceptive - we all know that! and she immediately knew that these were no novelty gift, but a gift packed with significance and meaning. In addition to so many of our family's quirks and oddities, sock monkey's played a crucial role in our lives!


We first received a set of three sock monkeys from MawMaw and Poppee. They made the monkeys and gave these to us when you were just a toddler. These became part of the stuffty family that you, Caylea and Danny maintained. These were hugged, carried, stroller'ed and enjoyed. Stuffties were g loved, cherished and used to being threadbear by our family. I wish I had more pictures readily available of you and the monkeys as a child, but I know you remember the times with them very well.


Many of your stuffty family Max (Woodstock from Peanuts), David the bear, the iridescent beany dragon (forgot his name) and others were outgrown. But the sock monkeys reappeared with new purpose. They joined other monkeys to decorate the Play Room - our converted garage - hanging from the garage door tracks. Of course, they were often brought down for play, to be thrown at friends or just admired. 

When we made it to Texas, the sock monkeys too places of decoration in yours and Caylea's rooms - on shelves or dressers. The sock monkeys watched you grow up from a shy young kid to a robust, loud and gregarious teenager!


Our favorite sock monkey time was Christmas - especially visiting 38 1/2 street near Guadalupe in Austin. It was there we enjoyed "alternative Christmas lights" thrown up on houses, fences or yards - literally. We visited the stuffed animal petting zoo, stood in awe at Eddy Van Halen's two story Franken-strat guitar or a foil T-Rex. We walked along Obama Monopoly boards or saw red hot chili pepper Christmas lights. 


But our favorite was always the sock monkey nativity scene. Surrounded by sock monkeys as angels that were "heard on high," the sock monkey rendition of the Christmas family was unforgettable. You and I always rushed to see if it was still up year after year. We chuckled at the funny scene, marveled at the irreverence and were thankful we lived in Austin!!


As you prepared for graduation and leaving for A&M, and Caylea readied herself for junior year at UT, I found a cool set of sock monkeys for the family. Small keychain ready UT and A&M monkeys for you and C and two medium sized monkeys for the house. These were to remind mom and I that our youngest "monkeys" were off to change the world at their respective universities. I picked up an extra UT monkey for my office as well - it has flow thousands of miles with me for entrepreneurship training sessions as well.


So, starting A&M we had sock monkeys to remember you by as they sat near our Boss speaker in the living room. You put yours on your backpack and it went everywhere with you around A&M. I imagine it was to remind you of our family, our traditions and our love as only a sock monkey can.


I remember walking around campus with you - with "toys" dangling from your backpack - the sock monkey and the Chewbacca. Only you would have the confidence to be that unique, and link to your family's love of Star Wars, family traditions, yet transform these as you grew up at University. I may have been embarrassed at your age or hid them in my room. Not you - you wore your connections and history proudly. 

So, why the story?

Every December - for 6 long years - it has been hard to get my brain, my heart around your absence. My monkey is not here. Indeed, as the Pixie's sang, "this monkeys has gone to Heaven" indeed. Christmas, 38th 1/2 street, our traditions, your birthday are made heavy, sometimes impossible by the gapping space left in our lives. I really don't know why I wrote this blog except to relive silly, precious moments with you - times that I was reminded about via sock monkeys!

As your favorite individual performer, Stevie Wonder, (yes favorite band was the RHCP's!!) sang about "looking back" in "I Wish": 


I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ever have to go
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ever have to go
'Cause I love them so


Jesus did not talk about sock monkeys; He did not wear socks! But I am reminded about one of his sayings about what His Kingdom will be like: 
Blessed are those servants whom the master finds on watch when he returns. Truly I tell you, he will dress himself to serve and will have them recline at the table, and he himself will come and wait on them. Even if he comes in the second or third watch of the night and finds them alert, those servants will be blessed!…Luke 12:37-38
Jesus promises that for those servants who are waiting and ready for their Master's return, he will actually serve them! You were ready; the Master came for you. Maybe one day you can tell me what these verses really mean since you are with Him now. I hope that I am ready and watching.

The truth is I miss you. I miss everything about you - from the joys to the frustrations. I miss you! Even sharing sock monkeys and sock monkey stories! 

Indeed, sock monkeys are still on our mantle at home. 


Indeed, your sock monkey is still with you on your backpack at home. 


Sock monkeys remind me of many smiles, fun, jokes and joys shared over 19 years. I need to be reminded of all these joys this time of the year. I am thankful for sock monkeys. So, yes, I dream of a "sock monkey" Christmas.

Love you Ian - missing you much,

Dad


Sunday, August 5, 2018

What a Father Remembers ... or Why I Blog




Ian,

I remember one of your friends posted on the anniversary of your Going Home - that we should not make a saint out of you; you were not perfect - you had definite flaws. But he ended the post by point out that you always were working to be a better person, who wanted to make others lives better.
When I first read that post, I was frustrated. How could he say you were not a “saint?” Then I remembered two things - the first was the manner we all idolize and selectively remember the past - especially those who have gone Home before us; and second, yeah, he was correct. You were a good kid - but were also a pain and far from perfect!

Why is this important? You were not the only one that “was” or “is” a pain. You are a chip off this old block - the guy who is writing this blog. I remember growing up with the “Ten Commandment god” - you know, the one that was all about 100% compliance and 100% honesty. That god was disappointed with me ALWAYS. He could NEVER approve me. All my life before Christ (shoot, my life now!) is characterized by extreme inconsistency. Don’t get me wrong, I have good intentions and outcomes - but I lack the sustained self-discipline to ever fulfill one commandment consistently, let alone 10! And when I fail, I am full of excuses, rationalizations and lies to cover up my culpability. Yes, I am a mess. My excuses, apologies or regrets cannot remove a single sin or the consequences it produces. In my original mindset, this “god” is tasked to heap on the guilt, wait to execute judgment and certainly never really like me. 
But things have changed. I met the Father who corrected my view of God, well, of Himself. When I look at what our Father in Heaven remembers around His children - I see an encouraging pattern. In the pages of the Jewish and Christian Scriptures, there is an honest portrayal of messed up people. People you and I would know and feel comfortable with.

They were:
aspirational, but inconsistent;
hopeful, but faithless;
strong off the blocks, only to finish poorly sometimes.

God did not whitewash the truth or let anything slip His attention. He paints an accurate picture of each of us. You and I stand together - we are known fully and cannot change the truth by our intentions, smile or excuses. But what does He record in His eternal book? What does He remember about our lives?

In Hebrews 11, the writer summarizes the lives of the faithful from the Jewish Scriptures. This is interesting when you consider what the Holy Spirit actually brings to the writer’s mind to record. It seems to answer the question, “what does God the Father remember?”
For example, with Abram, the Father does not enumerate his lies - endangering his wife’s life; his faithlessness to God’s promise - bearing an illegitimate child; his repeat sins - showing he continued to be stumble over the same temptations and challenges. Abram was a mixed bag - the father of the faithful and a real disappointment. This makes Abram a real person - someone like us. But, here is what is interesting - in light of Abram’s uneven record, this is what God our Father remembers:

“By faith, Abraham, when called to go to a place that he would later receive as his inheritance - obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. … By faith, Abraham made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country… Abraham was looking forward to the city and foundations, whose architect and builder is God… From one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous a the starts in the sky… By faith Abraham, when God tested him, offered Isaac as a sacrifice. He embraced the promises…he reasoned that God could even raise the dead…” Heb. 11:8-12.

What the Father remembers are Abraham’s acts of faith, not his sins. He remembers when He got things right, not when he failed. He remembered his legacy, not his setbacks.  This is not an “exception” - the whole chapter is full of the “selective memory of God” as evidenced in what is recorded for Noah, Sarah, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph, David, Moses, Rahab, the people of Israel, David, Samson, Samuel, and others. 

So, is God just ignoring reality, our sins, and is not serious about His righteousness? Nope, they are all captured and recorded as “history” in other chapters and verses. But something happens between the “recording” and the “remembering.” Although God hates sin, in His love He has put away sin from His people. He is not the “Ten Commandment god” demanding compliance and honesty always if we are to be accepted. He knows that we could never delivery this - it is just impossible! So Jesus did - He lived in total compliance, complete honesty then bore away our sins in His own body on the tree. In the atonement, God actually separates our sins from us as far as the East is from the West. This love that motivated Him to action to “covers a multitude of sins.” 1 Peter 4:8; see Prov. 10:12 too.

This is what makes grace - well - amazing!! This is what distinguishes the “chesed” love of God from our weak and temperamental love. The Father’s covenant, steadfast, loving-kindness delivers what one can call grace. It is a love that bears all things, believes all things, and endures all things. Even when faith and hope find their end, the Father’s love never fails. This is the love that He has shed freely on us by His Spirit; the love that covers our sin; the love seeks us out and reconciles us to Himself; this love adopts us into His family.
So, what do I as your father remember? I notice that I tend to remember positive, building and encouraging things. Am I looking at life through rose-colored glasses? No, I remember the bad times, the arguments, the frustrations, the disobedience, the discipline, the lies, loss of cars, the broken promises and other disappointments. But, I find my mind not dwelling on these things. My mind migrates and settles on positive memories. 


Is it just you? No, I find my mind staying on the positive memories for Danny and Caylea at well! Not the addiction, the losses, the conflicts, but the joys, togetherness, the future. Same goes for Mom and our imperfect relationship. I remember joy, togetherness, love, and forgiveness. Most of all I remember us - all five at home. Love indeed covers a multitude of sins.
I remember your smile, the giggly laugh, bear hugs and your smell, scratchy beard, kisses good morning and goodbye, the “I love you” in texts, on the phone or as we left each other. I remember you waking me up, standing over me as I slept, saying “Dad, I’m home!” (How I long to hear that again!) I replay the jabbering conversations, silly topics, the passions for the present and future, the arguing over values and actions as well as the celebrating of each other.

I do remember sad things. April 19th, 2013 - I re-live the news, reactions, the trauma. I remember the sadness especially as I travel and have more time on my hands. I relive April 18th - and my desire to change the past, intervene in some way to rescue you from the terrible outcome of the next day. I remember the days after April 19th and the sadness and loss. However, I remember the love of our family and friends, support we received, the amazing stories about your life, influence and impact. So, memories are a mix of positive and negative.
When not recalling 2013, what else do I remember?

I remember  
all five
at home
at camping
at church
at concerts
at sports
at play

with your Y’s
with Legos
with stufties                          
with games
with basketball, frisbee, football, wrestling, baseball
with video games, DDR, computers and boards
                     in the yard
                        around the fire pit
                        during sleepovers
                                                with shoes
                                                with jackets
                                                with hair
                                                with dogs
                                                with cats
                                                full of joy
                                                full of pride
                                                full of together
                                                full of hope
                                                full of future
The list just goes on and one. Preserving these memories is why do I blog. Mom asked me to capture memories so we can relive these together. So, many memories are captured in my blogs. So get ready to see more memories move from the ethereal to blogs - avocado seeds, caves, theme parks, activities with MJ&PG, at home, at TAMU, etc.
Bottom line, as I remember, it is the joy and hope that stands out and a desire to hang on to a memory and never let it go. But memories are limited - you in a bottle l bounded by time and the limitations of my mind. You are much more than I, or anyone, remember. We live in hope that memories are not “done” but put on hold until we reunite when we meet you again at Home. We have "embraced the promises…reasoning that God could even raise the dead…"
Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see...And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him. Hebrews 11:1, 6

“God grant us faith, renew our faith - for we are "of little faith." When the Son of Man returns may He finds faith in us. Please grant us confidence in the evidence of your promises in Your Word and in your revelation. We live in “tents” in the land of promise “looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God.” The land is a desert and it is hard to see beyond the pain of today. Grant us assurance that although we do not see Ian, we will be reunited one day there. We are indeed strangers and foreigners in this land of time. We long for a “better country” - a “heavenly” one. Remember Your word, Your promises, Your Son. See us through Your loving memory. All our hope is in you, Father!”