Camp Goodbye

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Camp Goodbye

Will he be alright?
Will he be happy?
Will he make any friends?
Will he eat?
Will he brush his teeth?
Will he…
Will he…

This morning was a very early one;
Yet no alarm was needed.
He woke feeling sick, but pushed through it.
We woke feeling sick, but smiled through it.
We rode to the airport going over last minute details.
He rode to the airport with headphones on, hearing some of them.
He was strong.
So was Susan mostly.
So was I, but for one tear when he went through security and out of sight.

We know he’ll be alright.
We know he’ll be happy.
We know he’ll make some friends and eat… and maybe brush.

My heart feels like its belt just got tightened.
The house is too quiet since a loud lovable piece of our world is away.
He will sleep in a new bed tonight.
Surrounded by boys and noise and we hope much laughter and some growth.
But boy, do I miss him so.

A Hand to Hold

susan eric handsA toast to my wife, Susan.
A birthday is just another day I know.
Yet it does subtly turn the page on what’s been quite a year.

A year of sad untethering when your father’s breath was stilled.
A year of tremendous growth both literally and figuratively for your unique son.
A year of watching your intrepid daughter learning to fly as a cheerleader while continuing to stretch her wings as a young woman.
A year of continued success for you in your career.

I let my mind wander and gaze at our lives in the hazy future.
Where will our children go now that they stand at the start of their great maze with untold turns to endless possible destinations.
Even our own road is shrouded in the mist.
Who will we meet?
What will we do?
Where will we go?
When will we get there?
How will we add to the world?
All queries whose full answers we can only glimpse through a very cloudy prism.

The only part I do see with crystal clear clarity is my hand tightly grasping yours as we walk down the path together.
Walking, not into the sunset, but into the sunshine.
Walking, not to an easy chair, but into the adventure.
Walking, not in circles living a well worn story, but in great happy strides as we chart our own reality.

Here’s to you today Susan.
I love you. Happy birthday.
And thank you for holding my hand.

My Daughter Woke Up Early Today

My daughter woke up early today. My daughter woke up early because she knew today is a special day. She knows that it is a special day because of an event that occurred 12 years ago.
On September 11, 2001, one of her best friends, Brooke, was born. Today is Brooke’s 12th birthday. Hannah and her friends will decorate Brooke’s locker at school before she gets there. They baked brownies to share and they will sing to her.
Hannah knows about the terrible tragedy that also happened on that day. Even though she was not alive, she has an understanding of the horror and she possesses a low level dread knowing that evil people exist in the world. We talk about 9/11. She does not get all the complexities of the situation, but she knows it was a very very sad day for our nation.
But today, she chooses to celebrate. Celebrate life. Celebrate the life of her friend. Celebrate joy. The joy of decorating a locker and singing happy birthday.
So, my wish for all of us, is to remember that day. Remember that day that changed everything. But, remember too, that that was not the only thing that happened. Life also began that day.
My daughter woke up early today. May we all wake up early to have a little more time. A little more time to remember, but also to celebrate life.
Peace be with you all.

hannah 

Happy Birthday Jack

Jack bdayMy boy Jack turns 14 today. It’s been an interesting path for sure. Perhaps that’s because his journey isn’t on a “path” and it certainly can’t be charted as a straight line. It’s like some grand adventure that we can’t always comprehend or appreciate, but one that will get him to a place that will be uniquely his. The goal shouldn’t be the destination I tell myself. The goal should be a good journey.
He enjoys some things immensely that I wouldn’t. He spends a tremendous amount of time doing things I wouldn’t have the patience to do for a few minutes. He doesn’t love to be challenged, but he does some exceptionally challenging things with ease. We guide him when he let’s us, and sometimes he guides us when we let him. He’s rarely boring and usually happy… and if that’s how it is on his less travelled road, I know he’ll be just fine. I love you Jack. Happy Birthday baby boy.

 

A Million Dollar Day

I was driving my 12 year old daughter, Hannah, to school yesterday morning. She was a little tired and not all that excited that it was Monday.
I asked her to close her eyes and imagine that she was not 12, but that she was 112. That it was 100 years in the future and she was at a pleasant place surrounded by nice people, but she was still 112. Her mind was fine, but her body was old. Her hand trembled when she held it out. It hurt a little to take deep breaths. Her knees and elbows were swollen and achy and she could only move very slowly. Her eyesight was poor and everything looked cloudy.
I then said that a man came in to see 112 year old Hannah and said that for a million dollars, he could transport her 100 years into the past and make her 12 years old again. She’d be young and healthy and full of life. It would be just a typical day and she’d be going to school with all her friends and going to cheerleading that night. She’d be learning about the world while surrounded by a vibrant and lively community of people all rushing around with lots of color and sound. Old Hannah quickly agreed to spend the money to have just one day of beautiful youth and health. One million dollars to experience the joy and thrill of jumping and laughing and running and learning and breathing free of pain.
I shouted “BAM” and Hannah opened her eyes. We were pulling up to school and I said, “enjoy your million dollar day!!” She kissed me goodbye and thoughtfully got out of the car.
When I got home last night, Susan told me, “Hannah asked me to drive her to school tomorrow.”

Monuments

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There they were. A big headstone. A detailed footstone. 
Granite slabs. Chiseled corners. Etched words. Weighty and sad and timeless. 
Those, however, were not the real monuments to the one we came to see.
The most true testaments to my father in law, Dick Shelling, stood at his grave reverently. His daughters and his granddaughter. Three among the many who foster his legacy with his blood flowing through their veins. His life’s example of good cheer and sense of purpose guiding their actions. The flame of his life force kindled theirs and it still burns brightly during their journey.
There were tears. There were hugs of shared loss. There were heavy moments of deep silence. There were feelings of connectedness to the past – thick tendrils of thought going back in time to relive the memories when he was here breathing among us only a few months ago.
They left quietly, walking slowly away embracing each other. Monuments of love and life moving on, but never forgetting whence they came.

Herman’s Flesh Eating Bacteria Bout of 2006

While this is not a typical blog post, I want to chronicle the emails I sent to friends and family when my dad almost died a few years ago. It was an insane few weeks.

7/26/2006  11:26 am

Hello all.  Some of you may have heard, but Herman was admitted to the hospital last Saturday morning.  He had scraped his hand while unpacking boxes in his new home in Livingston on Friday afternoon.  The abrasion soon began to swell.  By the evening he was in pain and didn’t sleep at all.  The following morning his hand had swollen to twice its normal size and the pain was very intense.  He was giving it an 8 out of 10.  My dad’s a pretty tough guy, so his 8 out of 10 would probably kill lesser men.  The swelling started spreading up his arm.  We marked its progress with a pen and were distressed to see it rapidly climb up his arm half an inch an hour.  He started antibiotics and we hoped that would stem whatever infection he got.  It did not.  Over the next two days, his arm got worse and worse.  The antibiotics were not working at all. His had a fever of 102 and his white blood cell count jumped from 11 to 13 to 19 to 20.  The infection spread to the shoulder and his skin began to blister.  He had an MRI yesterday afternoon.  The MRI showed evidence of necrotizing fasciitis.  This is also known as the “flesh eating bacteria.”  After many intense consultations, he was taken into surgery last night at 10 pm.  His arm was opened up and the infection was removed.  The extensive surgery went very well.  They believe they got to his arm in time and have saved all muscle tissue.
I saw him this morning and he is doing well.  They are still doing many tests but for right now we hope he is on the road to recovery.  He should be in the hospital for about 10 days.  They will have to do a skin graft in a few days.  Then he will be recovering at home for many weeks.  He sends his regards to everyone.  I will keep you informed on his progress.  Crazy, absolutely crazy stuff.

Take good care.

-Eric

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7/26/2006 3:51 pm

Hello again.  I just got back from the hospital a little while ago.  The response I have received from so many people so quickly is a real testament to my father and I give you a heartfelt thank you.  Many of you have asked about where Herman is and how you can send him something.  Right now he is in intensive care and the rooms are very small.  When he is in his own room, I will send that information.  Other than a couple of boxes of good and plenty, he will probably not want anything but a card.  He took a little stroll down the unit and back to his room.  His legs were a little wobbly at times, but he looked pretty good.  The general anesthesia takes some time to fully get out of the system.  His white blood count was down to 18 from 20 and that’s a good sign.  He has some numbness in his thumb and index finger, but they are not overly concerned about that at this point.  He has been making all the nurses laugh and already has a reputation as a wise guy.  They all love him.  Shocking.

He is at Overlook Hospital in Summit, NJ.  (908) 522-2000.  He has no phone yet and they won’t connect any incoming calls to the ICU.  I am warmed by all the phone calls to me and I’ll return some of them if I am able, but please don’t take offense if I don’t.  It’s easier to email rather than repeating the same things over and over, but I really do appreciate the concern.

That’s the latest.

Love, E

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7/26/2006 11:30 am

Hello all.  I just got back from the hospital and here is the report.  Our patient is continuing to do well.  He is resting uncomfortably in a private room at Overlook.  He has not been sleeping very well due to the awkward nature of his wrapped left arm.  It is very heavy and bulky and he has to keep it above his heart to control the swelling.  He has requested either a sleeping pill or a bonk on the head with a cartoon mallet tonight.  His feet are quite swollen as well.  They want to get him up and walking around several times today to get the blood flow going.

I have a small request to ask, please do not call him.  He is quite tired and the phone keeps ringing and disturbing him.  He needs to get as much rest as possible and conserve his strength for his long recovery.  Also, another small request.  Please don’t call my mother either.  If she needs any help, she will definitely ask.  I know many of you are concerned and want to let them know, but they will be home for many weeks and will have more energy and plenty of time to talk then.  Their new home address is 1407 Town Center Way, Livingston, NJ 07039.  For now, please just email him or of course you can email me.  His email is herman@1800lighting.com.  He probably won’t read them ‘til we get him internet access or he is home, but I am making copies of all the messages sent to me and he is pleased to hear all of your kind words. . I’m also respectfully asking for no visitors to the hospital. I made a quick video of him this morning and I hope to be able to send that to you tomorrow.  I am living in a hotel and I’m not sure if have all the cables necessary to input the camera to my computer, but I will try.  If you want to send a card, here is the address: Room 219 Overlook Hospital 99 Beauvoir Avenue, Summit, NJ 07902.  Again, he is doing well.  He is not out of the woods in regards to post op infection, full sensitivity in his fingers and the swelling issues, but his prognosis is very good.  I’ll check in with you tomorrow.  Thanks for your understanding and your continuing concern.

-Eric

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7/27/2006 11:42 am

Here’s the latest installment:

Herman is continuing to improve.  To the nurses he has unfortunately promised bulbs for life for the powderers and fixtures for life for the wipers.  The business is in trouble, but he’s getting very enthusiastic care.

His white blood count was down to 16 last night and this morning it was 13.  A real good progression.  He has no fever and his spirits are good.  His doctor changed his dressing on his arm late last night.  My father tells me it was quite a sight.  I don’t think he will be ordering a whole fish filleted at the table any time soon.

The arm swelling is down 30% but it’s still pretty big.  He has a little more tingling in the thumb and index finger than he did yesterday and that too is a good sign.  His arm is fully mummified and is very heavy.  His main complaint is that he has to try and sleep in one position and the bed is not very comfortable.  He will hopefully be moved out of the ICU (there are too many sick people there) and to his own room sometime today.  He finally shaved off his rally beard.  My mom hated it since it was coming in all white and I don’t think she was digging the whole Uncle Remis look.

I told my father of all the emails and calls of support he has received and he thanks you all.  He doesn’t want anybody to send him anything other than emails.  He hates writing thank you notes, but he says he can handle a reply email.

OK, that’s all for now.  Thanks again.

-Eric

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7/31/2006 9:30 am

Well, the weekend went by pretty well, but we’re going back into surgery today at 12 noon.  Herman’s doctor is not happy with the way his hand is healing.  It is still very swollen and has not been coming down like the rest of his arm. I recorded a little video yesterday and I hope you can view it.  It is attached to this e-mail.  The doctor is going to do the skin graft at the same time.  The surgery should take about 90 minutes and he will again be under general anesthesia.  So, not too much to write for now, but I look forward to writing to you all later this afternoon with some positive news.  So as he says “he can take it.”   He has a lot more hurdles to jump and he knows you are all there jumping with him.  Take good care.  -Eric

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7/31/2006 4:01 pm

Herman is out of surgery (finally!!).  His doctor said everything went well.  I don’t have any details yet, but he is in recovery.  I will find out more info and get back tomorrow.

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8/1/2006 11:06 am

Hello all.  We had a very long and anxious afternoon yesterday.  The surgery was supposed to take 90 minutes.  So at the four hour mark we were pulling our hair out.  I guess the pre and post op took a while.  They opened up his hand again.  They did not find anything bad thank god.  That was our big worry.  They did the skin graft and that went very well.  His doctor was very very pleased.  My father came out of the anesthesia much easier this time.  A kind of funny/sad story when he was coming out of his first surgery: Before he went in for his operation he had to sign many waivers and statements of understanding of the risks (infection, loss of limb, death, etc.)  When we finally were able to see him in the ICU, he was still pretty disorientated and loopy.  He looked down at his heavily bandaged arm.  From his prone position, he couldn’t see his finger tips poking out.  He said in a dreamy melancholy voice, “Oh look, they took my hand…I signed it away.”  We all laughed and quickly assured him his hand was intact.  He said, “oh, good” and he floated away again.  I am going to see him this afternoon and will be able to give a first hand account.  Thanks again for all your well wishes.

-Eric

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8/1/2006 5:10 pm

Hi all.  Herman is doing well.  He is recovering very nicely from the second surgery.  He is enjoying all the flowers, candy and …such that have been sent to him.  Thank you Ira P. for the uplifting reading material.  Inspriational articles.

But seriously, he is doing very well.  He feels good and is very encouraged by the doctor reports.  He is going to be on IV antibiotics for another week.  He may even by able to go home by this weekend.  He has more movement in his fingers and will have to begin physical therapy soon.  The skin graft will be examined tomorrow, but all other incisions are healing nicely.  His recuperation will take months, but he’s up for the challenge.

He wants me tell everyone THANK YOU for all the wishes and prayers.  It certainly has helped him in his recovery.  He looks forward to being able to answer his email personally soon.  That’s all for now.  Thanks.    -Eric

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8/3/2006

Good morning.  My brother Ken flew in last night and we saw my father.  The hand surgeon happened to show up soon after we arrived.  He took off the bandages and examined the skin grafts for the first time since the surgery.  He was very pleased with the look of everything.  Personally, it was one of the most disturbing things I have ever seen.  I don’t have a squeamish stomach, and perhaps it was because it was my father, but it was really tough to look at.  It really brought home the extent of the damage done to the arm.  It’s hard to imagine the arm ever looking acceptable again, but the doctor assures us that it will.  I look forward to the day when he will come in to work with the mask marks still on his face from doing his early morning laps in the pool.  I hope that day is not too far away.

-E

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8/4/2006

Hello all.  I have only a moment to send an update.  If all goes well, Herman may be able to go home tonight.  That would keep him from hitting the 2 week mark in the hospital by a few hours.  He will still be on IV antibiotics for another week, but he’ll be in his new home.  It’s been completely unpacked and it’s ready for him.  There are no more boxes in the apartment to taunt him.  I’ll get back to you tomorrow.  Thanks.

-Eric

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8/5/2006

Happy Saturday everyone.  Herman is home!!  He looked very good relaxing on his big comfy sofa in his new condo.  His fingers are still large and he has a long way to go for recovery.  It’s hard to tell him that however.  He’s telling everyone he talks to that he’ll have to be home another week.  Realistically, he will be home several weeks at a minimum.  But it’s hard to keep a good man down.  He has begun to open up some of his emails.  He tried to respond to the first few, but with only one hand he quickly gave that up.  So, here is the reply to all who sent an email to Herman:  “Hello all.  I’m home and resting comfortably.  I’ll be laid up here another week. (see, I told you! -E)  Thank you all for your well wishes and prayers.  I’ll be up and around soon and look forward to getting back to normal.  That’s it.  Love, Herman”

OK.  Back to me, Eric.  I’m happy my father is home and on the mend.  He has received fantastic love and care from my many people, in particular my sister Joan, my Uncle Larry and Adele.  I have to applaud my mother for being an absolute rock during this whole affair.  She never once lost it or become down.  She kept her spirits up and her head clear.  She made good decisions and was tireless in her support of her husband.  Alright, so I’m a jewish boy who loves his mother.  Let he that is without sin…

Below is a funny thing I found while I was packing up my home last month.  It’s the first photo id of Herman.  It was taken in 1979.  For years he belonged to the Livingston Racquet Club and Ken and I used to go and use the club with his card.  To end that practice, the club instituted photo id’s.  Quick thinking Herman brings in the nose and glasses for the photo.  Whenever Herman, Ken or I wanted to go the club, we had to don the disguise.  It worked for a year, then they got wise.  I include it here just as an example of the creativity and magic that is Herman Lebersfeld.  The world is richer for his presence and may it continue to grow wealthier for many, many years to come.  Let us all say… amen.  OK, so I love my father too. -EImage

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8/9/2006 10:25 am

Hello all.  I’m sorry for not communicating for a couple of days.  In this case, no news is good news.  Herman is now disconnected from all tubes, wires and needles.  He is enjoying his new found freedom.  He is now able to get his antibiotics with just pills.  His greatest risk now is not from infection or other medical complications, it is from a bashed in head.  My mother will kill him if he doesn’t start to take it easy.  He is definitely pushing the envelope of acceptable activity.  No surprise, but I hope he doesn’t go too far.  My mother was just becoming proficient at infusing his medication.  It was two hour process that had to be done four times a day.  I actually do not believe she will miss it.
I am moving to Florida tomorrow morning.  I will however, keep the updates going, but there may be a few day hiatus because I won’t have a computer.  Till then….

-Me

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8/17/2006 1:52 pm

Howdy from Sunny Florida.  It appears that the gods were conspiring to keep me and my family in NJ.  We arrived at the airport last Thursday morning right after they had tightened security due to that terrorism scare.  Now, I did not try to get out of Saigon in 1973, but this was about as crazy as I could deal with.  Now I am here in Boca and working in an office with my brother Ken and all is getting settled.  We haven’t shared a room since I was five and he used to make my bed for me.  He always made the best hospital corners.  He did make my lunch today however.  It was a chicken wrap… and now that I’m thinking about it, I could swear it had hospital corners.  Hmmm…

OK, enough about me, on to the one you have all been waiting for.

The big H is still doing well.  He began occupational therapy on his hand a couple of days ago and has been very diligent about doing his exercises.  He actually overdid it.  A series of exercises that he was supposed to do five times a day, he did about 40 times.  This was not so good, but he won’t do it again.  He may get his stitches out today when he visits the hand surgeon.  He still has a long way to go for full functionality on his hand and his doctors tell him he is not out of the woods yet.  It’s still very swollen and he does not have full sensitivity.  But if there’s anyone who can find his way out of the woods, it’s Herman.  I’m a bit concerned he may start to like the “big hand” look.  And if it’s not so sensitive, he’ll start to implant some tools in his hand.  Lift the nail of the ring finger and the thumb and index finger become a spot welder.  I’m sure he’ll be good, most of the time.  He says he’s going in to East Hanover tomorrow to go over his desk.  If Adele can’t stop him, that’s where he’ll be.

-Me

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Today 5/26/2014

Almost 8 years since that experience.   I realize that if Facebook existed back then, I may have used that instead of mass emails to communicate the updates.

Herman is doing great.  In fact, I posted this a few weeks ago on Facebook.  Daddy Going Strong!

Peace.

-E