Party of Three

The other night Jason and I told Lexi the story about GiGi getting sick and going to Heaven. When Lexi last saw GiGi, she had the large oxygen mask on her face and Lexi said, "I just want GiGi to get better and sit in her chair at home." After that, Jason took Lexi back to Dallas and we told Lexi I was still in Houston taking care of Grandma Mike. So, back to telling Lexi about GiGi's journey to Heaven...we told her the story about the angels and seeing Jesus. Lexi seemed very sad about not seeing GiGi anymore at Grandma Mike's house. Lexi then asked, "Do they have refrigerators in Heaven?" We replied, "We bet they do!" Lexi's next question, "Refrigerators with magnets?" Us, "Of course!" Randomly a day later Lexi asked, "Are there doctors in Heaven to take care of GiGi?" Us, "Only the best Healer ever." Lexi's heart is pure and sweet, just like GiGi's. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Lillian Eleanor Riske August 17, 1919 - April 19, 2012 [Kim speaking] Everyone who knew our grandmother recognized her heart of gold, her strength, determination, as well as her contagious smile and laugh. She had the ability to light up a room with her loving eyes and gentle touch. Throughout her 92 years, she survived and remained faithful during the loss of her parents, her two husbands, Jack, um I mean John, and Fritz, all of her siblings, her son Bobby, several friends, and many others. Grandma never doubted God's plan. [Chip speaking] Fourteen years ago grandma moved to Texas. She was always that "special" or "favorite" grandmother. Once she moved in with mom, the void in ours hearts from losing our dad was once again filled. Because of her, we were back to being a family of five. Grandma supported us, listened to us, and even disciplined us. We had the best of both worlds. We didn't get locked outside when we got in trouble in our underwear ...

I submitted a photo to TTU's athletic department for the spotlight fan of day and it was chosen today! I want Lexi to go wherever she wants to go to college, more importantly, I want her to go where her grades or athletics take her, but if she does end up at Tech, I foresee this picture on her nightstand. *please excuse the really long sentence above. I'm tired and blogging from my phone. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone