Hello
This morning Dad has spiked another fever-Carol called me with an update. We will all be up there with Dad again today.
Thanks again for your continued thoughts and words of support.
We have not all had the time or the energy to respond to everything. Your thoughts and words are truly appreciated.
Lots of people are asking about Dad, and rightfully so. It is hard for us to keep our emotions intact in many cases. We appreciate your understanding. I can't speak for my entire family on how each of us are individually feeling...but what I can tell you is we are all sad. We are are dealing with this as best as we can, given the shocking circumstances.
My Aunt Dar recently told me...Your Dad is always teaching you lessons, and this is another lesson he is teaching me...to be strong, and that I CAN make it though all of this. She's right.
It's been hard to go one with daily activities. Food does not taste the same, going places has been hard, listening to music has been hard, everything reminds me of, Dad.
I would give anything for an opportunity to have him talk to me for just 5 more minutes. I know, even if they say he can't at times-I know he can hear me. I am thanking him and telling him as much as I can during the time I have. Even Sam, just wants 5 more minutes that Dad is okay, and he could hang out with him.
Earlier this week-I made the mistake of sending my sister and brother a voice mail that I received from Dad before he came to the hospital. I prefaced it with, "just thought you want to hear Dad's voice." Sam, didn't listen to that part-and thought my Dad was now okay-I called my Mom and she called Sam, and told him it was an old voicemail. I was devastated. I never meant to hurt Sam, just wanted him to hear Dad's voice.
I seriously listen to my voicemail at least once a day-because I miss my Dad too.
Everyone reading this please do me a huge favor-and if you can-give your Dad an extra hug and tell him how much you appreciate all that he has done.
Thanks again for listening-I will write more after I visit with Dad today.
1 comment:
Dear Carly,
Thank you for bringing me into the blogoshpere. I wish it were under different circumstances but I now have a Google account.
First, I'd like to thank all of Eddie's family members who are giving sooooo much in this effort--thank you, thank you, thank you--your love and compassion is tremendous...know there are hundreds standing with you to bring Ed Bear through this.
I remember the day the Sheahen's moved to Marshfield. Ed was 8 and wandered down to the Washington School ball diamond. Of course, we embraced another player, especially one of his caliber! He hailed from a place called Highland Park (Illinois) which seemed like a foreign country to us. Those are the origins of his Cubs and Bears roots.
Two things about Ed Bear some might not know--he could run with the wind and is an excellent writer. I don't know what his best time was in the 880-yard run, but 2:11 sticks in my mind after all these years. I'm sure he'll correct me--and the sooner the better! Yes, Ed Bear, was a half-miler, and a good one.
On the football field, he played wide receiver and used his speed to good advantage. I don't think I'm revealing any state secrets in saying he didn't like contact. He set a Columbus Don and conference record his senior year with the most TD receptions ever...that's one way to avoid contact!
But perhaps his strongest suit is one he's left professionally dormant, at least until now. Ed is a writer par excellence. He was the sports editor at UW-Marshfield and wrote compelling, thoughtful columns. One on the perils of collegiate recruiting springs immediately to mind (some things never change, eh? Nonetheless, I think we could all have seen him easily, EASILY, filling the role of a sports reporter, and that's at a minimum.
So, Your Bearness, when you're back on your feet, I'm hoping you'll do two things:
1) walk/run a 10K with me (I always tried to get you to run a marathon with me but, of course, you laughed me off...but, hey, 10K (6.2 miles), that's do-able, and
2) write everyday...you're a natural (so is Carly)...whether it's a journal, a blog, whatever, you have a way with words that's a gift others only wish they had.
Get better, buddy, lots of former Dons, teammates, friends, and especially your immediate family, have you embraced in a "BEAR" hug...we love you.
Mike Varney
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