Julie, family, and friends,
Thank you all so much for the generous donation of gift cards to our children and families. We created 52 gift packages for children and families who were here Dec. 25. We used some gift cards then. We used some before for families who were discharged a day or two before and had no resources to provide gifts for their children. We again gave some to some children and families last week, because it was dreary and depressing. The smiles the gift cards bring would warm your hearts on the coldest of days.
We shared some of the gift cards with our social worker, who has given them to families needing gas and food. We have a few remaining, which we will give to children who are deserving. I think Christy would be pleased with the help and joy the gift cards have brought to the families at KY Children’s Hospital. Each of you should be please with the good works you have made possible with your generosity.
Thank you again!
Judi Martin CCLS
Child Life Coordinator
Kentucky Children's Hospital
800 Rose Street
Lexington, KY 40536-0293
859-323-6551
jamart8@email.uky.edu
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Just a small list of the things I miss about Christy
That big smile.
Her infectious laugh.
The funny sleep sounds.
Her when we all sit down to eat together.
That sparkle in her eye when children were around.
Her sweetness.
The way she loved – fully, completely.
Her strength.
Her wit.
The way she always matched her dress to Josh’s tie for church.
Her touch.
“Why do you even have a cell phone?!”
Deep discussions about Dancing With The Stars and American Idol.
Daily e-mailing.
Answering the phone to her voice.
Lazy afternoons basking in the sun on the porch swing.
The frenzy that ensued when she talked to Jack on the phone.
New Kids On The Block.
Pulling her hair up.
Phase 10.
Shopping.
Shaking our heads simultaneously while laughing at the boys.
Walking slowly.
Going for haircuts together.
That little rebellious side – yes, she had one!
“Love you.”
I was of the understanding that this would get easier. It’s just getting harder with every passing day. Just more time to miss my girl.
Her infectious laugh.
The funny sleep sounds.
Her when we all sit down to eat together.
That sparkle in her eye when children were around.
Her sweetness.
The way she loved – fully, completely.
Her strength.
Her wit.
The way she always matched her dress to Josh’s tie for church.
Her touch.
“Why do you even have a cell phone?!”
Deep discussions about Dancing With The Stars and American Idol.
Daily e-mailing.
Answering the phone to her voice.
Lazy afternoons basking in the sun on the porch swing.
The frenzy that ensued when she talked to Jack on the phone.
New Kids On The Block.
Pulling her hair up.
Phase 10.
Shopping.
Shaking our heads simultaneously while laughing at the boys.
Walking slowly.
Going for haircuts together.
That little rebellious side – yes, she had one!
“Love you.”
I was of the understanding that this would get easier. It’s just getting harder with every passing day. Just more time to miss my girl.
Monday, February 9, 2009
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