Today (29th) is two months. Strange. It's not like there is anything different to do on the "29th" of each month than any other day. But more than anything it makes me realise how much and how little time has gone by. These last few days have been really tough. Miss him a lot.
Kris x
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Wow...nearly two weeks between posts.
Just looked at the blog, feels like a while since anything has been put up.
Nothing has changed in case you wondered. Phil hasn't suddenly turned up somewhere, and I doubt any of us is missing him any less. I'm not. I think my missing grows bigger as the time gets longer. It hasn't even been two months yet...it feels like so much longer on some levels. But then we tell stories that "just happened the other day" that were months ago....time is strange, so slow and yet so fast.
Our family holiday was a good time together, but I definately noticed Phil's absence, we'd sit down for dinner or to play a board game and I'd be waiting for someone else to come before we could start....oh yeah, he's not here. Ouch.
I think I have been waiting for something to happen that is going to make me feel better, but was reminded by a friend the other day that I'm not suddenly going to feel better. It's a strange process, not sure how anyone maps where they are at, cause I don't think it's that easy to figure it out.
Kris x
Nothing has changed in case you wondered. Phil hasn't suddenly turned up somewhere, and I doubt any of us is missing him any less. I'm not. I think my missing grows bigger as the time gets longer. It hasn't even been two months yet...it feels like so much longer on some levels. But then we tell stories that "just happened the other day" that were months ago....time is strange, so slow and yet so fast.
Our family holiday was a good time together, but I definately noticed Phil's absence, we'd sit down for dinner or to play a board game and I'd be waiting for someone else to come before we could start....oh yeah, he's not here. Ouch.
I think I have been waiting for something to happen that is going to make me feel better, but was reminded by a friend the other day that I'm not suddenly going to feel better. It's a strange process, not sure how anyone maps where they are at, cause I don't think it's that easy to figure it out.
Kris x
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday the 13th of November
Yesterday 18 years ago Phil was born.
Dad had snapped his calf muscle and was on crutches, so Mum, in labour, carried her own bag into the hospital.
I remember waking up early in the morning or very late at night (it was dark) and finding my Dad's parents, Grandma and Grandpa staying over I remember standing behind our blue chairs in the "extension" (I thought that was what every child called their playroom), and them telling me that I had a new little brother called Phillip Christopher. I must have been in grade 2, cause I remember going to school very excited and telling my class.
I also remember that he was 51 cm long.
I remember walking down the hall of the Mercy hospital (on the materity ward), the corridor was on the side of the building, so wards on one side of the corridors and windows with sunlight streaming in on the other, and I remember Ben and I being glad Phil was a boy, because it meant Ben wasn't screaming!
I remember he was very red (like most babies), and I was there when he had a bath after his first dirty nappy, ewww....first ones are really gross!!!
Dad had snapped his calf muscle and was on crutches, so Mum, in labour, carried her own bag into the hospital.
I remember waking up early in the morning or very late at night (it was dark) and finding my Dad's parents, Grandma and Grandpa staying over I remember standing behind our blue chairs in the "extension" (I thought that was what every child called their playroom), and them telling me that I had a new little brother called Phillip Christopher. I must have been in grade 2, cause I remember going to school very excited and telling my class.
I also remember that he was 51 cm long.
I remember walking down the hall of the Mercy hospital (on the materity ward), the corridor was on the side of the building, so wards on one side of the corridors and windows with sunlight streaming in on the other, and I remember Ben and I being glad Phil was a boy, because it meant Ben wasn't screaming!
I remember he was very red (like most babies), and I was there when he had a bath after his first dirty nappy, ewww....first ones are really gross!!!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Phil's 18th Birthday
Hey,
Today (the 13th of November) would have been Phil's 18th birthday, and we all miss him heaps. We're going away to join the rest of the family in Mt Martha, which we've all been really looking forward to. Its going to be great, remembering Phil and spend lots of family time together, Mum has baked her own croissants for our breakfast, then it's on to a day of mini-golf and lunch with Gran and Pa at Rye and many other Guilford adventures.
Thanks everyone for all your love and support.
Ben and Lovy oxo
Today (the 13th of November) would have been Phil's 18th birthday, and we all miss him heaps. We're going away to join the rest of the family in Mt Martha, which we've all been really looking forward to. Its going to be great, remembering Phil and spend lots of family time together, Mum has baked her own croissants for our breakfast, then it's on to a day of mini-golf and lunch with Gran and Pa at Rye and many other Guilford adventures.
Thanks everyone for all your love and support.
Ben and Lovy oxo
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Holiday coming up.
This photo popped up on my computer yesterday. Milo is really big now, can't even see him fitting in that chair all by himself. He was a present for Phil from the Make A Wish Foundation.
Phil receiving his probably all time favourite present. It's this kind of gun that shoots balls of air...lots of fun, very useful for annoying people, and it is still going strong. I love the facial expression.
We are going on a family holiday to Mt Martha from tomorrow till next Sunday, which should be a good time to get away. It's Phil's birthday on Friday so it will be good to be together as a family for that.
Melinda texted me to say that she had just finished her last uni assignment ever yesterday, and yesterday Sherryn had some of her exams, no more till Jan or Feb for her. Jenny has a piano exam the week after family holiday and I have two then as well.
Not really sure how people are going, probably cause I'm not sure how I am, and combined with the urgent need to study I haven't got time and energy to think about it! Can't seem to multitask much these days. I'm either sad, or I'm getting things done.
Anyway I should be studying right now!!
Kris x
Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Reflection from Phil's teacher
This is an email that I was sent during the week from Phil's teacher Jenni. Kris x
As you know, I was Phil’s Year 6 Core Teacher at Chairo. He commenced Year 6 as a cheeky, up-beat young man. It was difficult to share his diagnosis with the class at the commencement of Term 2 and I think that as a class we drew closer to Phil through prayer.
I remember Phil making a visit to the class as he (and for memory your mum) were on their way to the Children’s Hospital for the initial surgery on his leg. Prior to his visit I had tried to explain to the other students the procedure that Phil was having undertaken, a difficult concept for 12 year olds to fathom. Anyway, when Phil arrived, we had both classes of Year 6 in the one room; Phil was open to questions and answered with a mixture of maturity and cheekiness.
Of course, the inevitable question was asked; ‘How do you feel about having your leg chopped off?’ I, for one, was stunned into silence as this mature response was made; ‘If God needs me to have a artificial leg for me to complete the work that he wants me to do; then I am happy to go ahead with the surgery.’ WOW! What a witness.
Through all my contact with Phil, that is what I will always remember; his desire to live for God, regardless of the circumstances, his passion for God’s creation (both natural environment and humankind alike) and his interest in all the people that he met. He remains my HERO, an example of who I am in Christ and how I should reflect God and His love in all that I think, say and do.
As you know, I was Phil’s Year 6 Core Teacher at Chairo. He commenced Year 6 as a cheeky, up-beat young man. It was difficult to share his diagnosis with the class at the commencement of Term 2 and I think that as a class we drew closer to Phil through prayer.
I remember Phil making a visit to the class as he (and for memory your mum) were on their way to the Children’s Hospital for the initial surgery on his leg. Prior to his visit I had tried to explain to the other students the procedure that Phil was having undertaken, a difficult concept for 12 year olds to fathom. Anyway, when Phil arrived, we had both classes of Year 6 in the one room; Phil was open to questions and answered with a mixture of maturity and cheekiness.
Of course, the inevitable question was asked; ‘How do you feel about having your leg chopped off?’ I, for one, was stunned into silence as this mature response was made; ‘If God needs me to have a artificial leg for me to complete the work that he wants me to do; then I am happy to go ahead with the surgery.’ WOW! What a witness.
Through all my contact with Phil, that is what I will always remember; his desire to live for God, regardless of the circumstances, his passion for God’s creation (both natural environment and humankind alike) and his interest in all the people that he met. He remains my HERO, an example of who I am in Christ and how I should reflect God and His love in all that I think, say and do.
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