lilies

Aunt Lynnette sent me this picture of some new potted tiger lilies she put out there for Dad. Thank you, Aunt Lynnette!

My Brother

A few weekends ago I went up to the farm for opening day of deer season. That was always my very favorite time with my dad, so I think it will always be rough to go without him. Uncle Dean looked after me though - we found a stand (the tree I'd been using previous years was falling apart), and when I got a deer he helped me track it for half a mile! (Dad would have been proud - NOT of the shot! - but of Dean's tracking skill in the thick leaves; there were a lot of times when I was sure we'd lost it. And I was really glad we found it and didn't have to leave it out there to suffer).
While I was up there, I learned that Dean had written out what he had shared at Dad's funeral. I asked for a copy, and he said I could post it here. Thanks Uncle Dean - since there wasn't a recording of the funeral, I'm so glad to have this tribute in writing and not just in memory.

My Brother

Myself, being the first boy born in my family, after my four lovely sisters, they said it was one of my Dad's happiest days when I was born. When my brother Dale was born 4.50 years later they said it was one of my Mother's happiest days. Not only did she have another boy but she had one with red hair. My Mother's Dad had red hair so they gave Dale my Mother's maiden name which was Swan.

When they brought Dale home from the hospital I was thrilled to see my brother. I even gave him my favorite tractor to play with in his crib, but for some reason he didn't want no part of it.

Dale's childhood days were spent catching frogs, snapping turtles and putting them in the bottom of the silo that we didn't use on the farm. The bottom was almost completely covered with them. Dale also invented a hobby he called "Beeing" in which he would go up and down the road with a jar catching bees, butterflies or whatever. He also took several people with him to try and master this hobby.

One time my cousins were visiting and us 4 boys were playing cards on the porch, something happened and the cards got thrown, well I was left to pick them up. They had all ran out the door. I was going to get them. I ran out the door to see my brother going towards the one side of the house so I decided to go around the other way, what a mistake! Dale and I collided with his head hitting my mouth. I got a cut lip and lost my front tooth and there wasn't even a mark on his hard head.

After my graduation and leaving home I didn't see my brother that much except for the start of hunting and fishing seasons. We also went up to the Boundary waters fishing 3 or 4 times. We would be the first canoe out in the morning and the last one in at night. Dale loved it up there and it was a good time for us to be together.

Dale was so busy in his church work and things seemed to be going so well. Then I heard he was having stomach problems. I called him and we talked about it. After our conversation I got a knot in my stomach knowing something was really wrong.

I know many of you people here today had that same feeling. Last Monday my knot went away after I heard of his passing. His illness was like a dark cloud every week the cloud got darker and heavier. And you try to see that silver lining in the cloud. I still believe we are going to see that silver lining. He was always on our minds. Sometimes I would wake in the middle of the night thinking of him. Say a prayer and try to get some sleep

The last time I saw Dale was in the Duluth Hospital. We talked and then his dear daughter Angie came in, Dale was nauseous and wondered why his stomach pump wasn't on. Well Angie said she could turn it on as she had seen the nurse do it. Dale said to crank it up. Dale got instant relief, then the nurse came in Dale told her they had turned it on. The nurse suggested maybe turning it off because it was only to be on by Doctor's orders. Angie was the best nurse Dale had. And then Dale's dear wife Amy. She was so good to him and put up with so much. Dale told me she was a keeper.

This last summer we had a family reunion in Shell Lake. After we went out to the farm. Dale, Angie, Angie's boyfriend Ben and I took a walk. Remembering about our childhood memories and landmarks of the farm. After walking about 3/4 mile we asked Dale if he wanted to turn back, he said no. We walked back to my cabin and back. We could not believe he would go that far.

One day I was having a hard day coping, when a chorus from a old gospel song came into my head. It goes like this, "When I've gone the last mile of the way I will rest at the close of the day for I know there are joys that await me when I gone the last mile of the way". I'm glad I was there to walk one of those last miles with him.

I love you Brother.

Dale Memorial Bridge

(from my Dad's sister, Lynnette)
Hello my dear,
Been thinking of you real often. Just thought I'd tell you about our fun project down by the farm a couple of weeks ago. Someone gave Ray a bunch of dock pieces so we (Dean, me & Naomi & Ray) put a nice "Dale memorial bridge" across the river, down below their camper. It is SO NEAT. It was very hot that day so we enjoyed being in the river. We cleaned out brush across the river then & made a trail up the steep hill to the cornfield. It was so fun & such a labor of love. Dale would have absolutely loved it!!!! You'll just have to go see it sometime. We all miss him alot. Take care, Love you, Lynnette

updates

We've updated a few things on this site: scroll down to see some pics of the headstone. Also, the totals for contributions to the "in lieu of flowers" funds are now tallied and posted on the right-hand panel, above. And a third update: Dad's last three sermons are now available on the church site; the links are listed on the right as well.

It's been a year

I sought the Lord and he answered me;
he delivered me from all my fears.
Those who look to him are radiant;
their faces are never covered with shame.
This poor man called, and the Lord heard him;
he saved him out of all his troubles. (Psalm 34)

I hold my breath and stutter at words that swirl in my heart and mind, but can't find their way to my tongue or my keyboard. It's been a year. A year of grieving and joy and disorientation and pain and laughter and listening. A year of holding on and moving on and letting go and holding on again.

Your prayers and comments have continued to encourage us so much; Amy and I both thank you. God is good, continually-amazingly so. Blessings to you.

(picture from Christmas 2004)

Headstone

The head stone has been placed. On the right in the first pic, you can see the cross Uncle Dean made for the spot before there was a stone there.

Amy's 2006 Christmas Letter

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them. Luke 2:8-9

Dear Family and Friends,

A verse from Psalm 19, The heavens declare the glory of God, comes vividly to my mind every time I look up into a clear night sky in this Northwoods where I live, especially now at Christmastime. It is comforting to think that the glory of God I see in the night sky is the same glory that Dale is part of now. The day before Dale passed away, he suddenly sat up in bed, moving his hands and saying, "It is starting to open up." I can only imagine what Dale is seeing now surrounded by God's glory in heaven.

They say not to make any plans or big moves for at least one year. I am sitting tight, teaching second grade at the elementary school in Iron River, very thankful to have a job that I love. Sixteen smiling faces surround me every school day. My own children call, email, and visit, and my church family looks out for me also. A granddaughter, Margo Claire, was born to Grant and Jen on September 20. We will all be down at Grant's house near Milwaukee for Christmas including Dale's daughter, Angela. I will stay the whole week so I can spend as much time with Margo as I can. (Holding babies always helps a grieving heart.)

I have plenty to be thankful for. Despite the diagnosis in early June, Dale and I had the whole summer together. I am grateful for Angela who took time off from work to come and help me take care of her Dad during his last weeks. Without her, we would not have been able to be at home with hospice. It was a privilege and an honor to be able to care for Dale. I have many wonderful memories of a patient, godly, caring man who was my husband.

Thank you all, again, for the love, care and support that you showed us during Dale's illness and subsequent death.

...And be sure to hold onto those you love this Christmas. Give them an extra hug, and gaze into the night sky.

Lovingly,
Amy

Dale Johnson Funeral

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Iron River Community Center, Iron River
9:30 AM Visitation
11:00 AM Funeral Service
12:30 PM Lunch

Barronett Lakeside Cemetery, Barronett
4:00 PM Interment Service

In lieu of flowers...

Grace Baptist Church Building Fund
PO Box 356
Iron River, WI 54847

~ or ~

Wood Lake Bible Camp
22460 Assembly Road
Grantsburg, WI 54840
woodlakebiblecamp.org

Directions - Iron River Community Center
From the west:

Drive to Iron River via Highway 2
Turn Right on Civic Center Drive (will be past Hwy H and almost through town)
The Community Center is off to the left behind the VHW. It has a green roof.

From the east:

Drive to Iron River via Highway 2
Turn Left on Civic Center Drive (will be just past the fire department as you’re coming into town)
The Community Center is off to the left behind the fire department. It has a green roof.

click map for bigger view

Directions - Barronett Lakeside Cemetery
From the north:

Go south on Hwy 53
Right (south) on Hwy 63 (you'll go through Spooner and Shell Lake)
Right on Brickyard Road (next road after County J)
The cemetery will be on the left.

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running to catch a sunset

Tonight I went out to watch the sun set. I saw that it had a way to go before setting, so I decided to run to my favorite gravel pile (can you have a favorite gravel pile?) to watch it from there. I'm usually more of a rambler than a runner, but this time I ran pretty much the whole way only to miss it when I got to the top; the sun had already sunk below the trees. I sat there and watched the sky change colors and thought about Things.
(ok, Amy liked this post, so when I showed her "the" gravel pile, she wanted me to climb it so she could take a picture. Here it is!)

Thing the First: You.
I didn’t realize, when I started logging this sequence of events, how much it really would become a tribute to my Dad because of all you had to share about him. I hope you realize how much it’s meant to Amy and to me to receive your responses, prayers, memories, and encouraging thoughts throughout each day. We treasure them, and I’m guessing others who were close to my Dad find them equally as encouraging. I like knowing they’re “captured” – that I’ll be able to go back again later and re-absorb them. Thank you.

Thing the Second: missed sunsets.
I’ve thought of many things I wish I had done for or with my Dad while he was still around. I’m dealing with the messiness of unanswered questions, unresolved problems, unpreached sermons, unharvested gardens… and lots more things. Unbuilt houses, unexplored woods, unhunted deer, and unmet people in need. I struggle with grieving. I know I have so much to be thankful for, and yet it’s hard not to focus on the loss. Do I celebrate that I “got” 54 (well, 32) years with him on this earth, or do I weep at knowing I don’t get him till he’s 90? Do I smile about the last few years of improving relationship with him, or choke at the idea that if I get married, he won’t be at my wedding or meet my kids? Do I rejoice that he’s in heaven, or ache that I’m probably still on this earth for a while yet?

Here are the thoughts I was able to glean from the gravel pile and the beautiful fading sky: he left this world, as far as I can tell, at peace with everyone so far as it was up to him. I say this to you who are grieving and to myself: he left with great love and few regrets. He would not want us to kick ourselves for opportunities missed. He would want us to celebrate what we had, and then, I think, to pick up where he left off. Tonight, the sun was gone and I could see only the colors that it left in the sky. But tomorrow the sun will return, and I think I have some woods to explore and people to connect with and love. Any volunteers for the other stuff?

rough details

Oops! I modified this post to include all the details, and moved it to Saturday, but I forgot about the comments! I don't want to lose them so I'm re-posting this with the comments from Tuesday.

gone

Late last night I was sitting in the office (where Dad's hospital bed is) finishing up on the day's blog entry, when Amy came in to check on him. She asked me to come and feel for a pulse - I did, and he was gone.

We cried.

We called Hospice and while waiting for the nurse (and later the funeral director) to come, sat next to Dad's body. We talked and read some of the verses that he had highlighted for us over the last few months. Here are a few of them:

Psalm 119:112 My heart is set on keeping your decrees to the very end.
Psalm 146:2 I will praise the Lord all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.
Psalm 146:7b,8 The Lord sets prisoners free, the Lord gives sight to the blind, the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down, the Lord loves the righteous.

We're planning to have the visitation and funeral here in Iron River on Saturday. As we confirm more details, we'll post them here. One thing we have discussed: in lieu of flowers we'd like to have gifts go to the Grace Baptist Church building fund or to Wood Lake Bible Camp.

I wasn't thinking...

... when I created this site. I mean, I didn't think through all of the implications of doing so. That (barring a miracle - which I really do believe in!) I'd basically be chronicling bad news, then worse news, then worse news again regarding my Dad's time here on this earth. I guess I thought more of not wanting to lose moments than what a downer it might become. Don't get me wrong; I'm not regretting it - it just becomes increasingly difficult to write without having this simply being a log of the loss of one thing after another.

That being said, I do have significant losses to report. While each day lately has marked some decline, that decline has been significant over the last few days. He went from no longer being able to walk on Friday, to having difficulty talking yesterday, to mumbling this morning, to being pretty much non-responsive this evening. His skin is clammy today, and he is clearly bothered by getting shots now (was he "toughing it out" before? Or is he more sensitive now?). The Hospice nurse is thinking that he has a week or less with us here.

I do still have neat moments to record, though. My friend Tom came up from Appleton to visit me on Friday, and we noticed a hummingbird out in Amy's flowers. So we went out and waited, and in spite of the 3 (gajillion?) second delay on my digital camera's shutter, were able to get a shot of this one. Can't see it? Well, below is the poor quality zoomed-in version. My apologies to those of you for whom hummingbirds are commonplace - I probably get a little too excited about them. We came in and caught Dad in an "alert" mode he answered our questions about whether they are really mean and why. Funny - I had no doubt that he would know the answer to that one....

Even sweeter - as he was losing words on Saturday, he would with great effort say certain things that Amy and I never want to forget.
(to Amy) "With your care, I feel safe. Without you, I don't know what I'm doing."
(to me) "I don't know what's going on, so you're going to have to steer me through."
He kind of cracked us up when the Hospice nurse went into kind of a long explanation about a shot she was going to give him. He turned and whispered loudly to Amy, "I don't understand." Basically, trying so hard to be polite to the nurse, but looking to Amy to bail him out on any necessary response to what was going on.
Those of you who know how on top of things he always is will understand why these words are so poignant and painful and priceless to hear.

And best of all, "I love you a hundred times a hundred times a thousand. Human words just aren't adequate." We heard variations of this, in shorter and more mumbled form as long as he could speak.

We love you, too.

sketches

Today Dad seemed to fade quite a bit. He spent most of the day asleep on the couch, although he was alert for several 10-minute stretches. When he sleeps now, his eyes don't close all the way.

People have been incredibly thoughtful and kind throughout this whole business - there is no way Amy or I can express how much each prayer, each kind word, each thoughtful act means. So while I can't individually or equally thank each person for each act of kindness, here are a few events of the last few days for which I have pictures, and so would like to highlight:

Sketch 1
A group of guys from the church is planning to come on Saturday to put siding on the garage (woo hoo!) so Keith Klobucher has been coming over most nights this week, to get it ready to go.



Sketch 2
Mark Roth drove through the night to spend a few minutes with Dad. Dad remembered he had a water bottle of Mark's that he'd wanted to get back to him, so - although he's been on the couch almost entirely lately - hopped up and headed over to the garage to find it. Amy snapped this picture of them on the way back.



Sketch 3
Jeff and Heather Hahn and their two boys stopped by. When Dad saw baby Zachary, he asked to hold him for a moment. Zachary didn't see anything the matter with him (oh for the eyes of little children!). He thought the NG tube would be fun to grab, so spent most of the time on Dad's lap being strategically diverted.

It's been amazing to read and hear stories about my Dad - to see sides of him I never knew he had, and to flesh out the likeness of a man who soon may exist here on earth only in the collective memories of us who love him. Until heaven, these are what I will hold when I think of him. Thank you for all that you have shared back with him, with Amy, and with me.

cadence

Well, things are settling into a bit of a rhythm for us here. We're becoming NG tube experts (first flush the first stage of the tubing. If that doesn't work, flush the second stage. If that doesn't work, try warm water. If that doesn't work, try just drawing on it. If that doesn't work, cut the tape attached to his nose, pull it (gently) off the tube, and have him adjust up and down till something gets things jump started again. If that doesn't work, start over at the beginning! And pray - and realize you should have started there!). We've also found that he has a heightened sense of smell (he smelled my hair gel when I put it on in the next room this morning), and here's a big one: Pepsi seems to work the best on hiccups. Who knew?! I do better at night because I can easily fall back to sleep, so Amy covers days.

The rhythm can be deceiving, though, because there is a progression. He's looking thinner every day, which doesn't seem possible. To be expected when his stomach isn't accepting nutrition or hydration, but really hard to watch in slow motion. He's still "with it" when he talks to us, but can't remember some things very well (like the king crab last Friday). His sense of humor is still there - and we'll definitely take as much of that as we can get!

Yesterday, Amy had a nice quiet morning, and to get a change of pace I went with her friend Roberta on a hike to the sea caves on Lake Superior with the Oulu 4H troop. We had a great time, and it was nice to see another beautiful corner of the world and talk to Roberta and the kids of "shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings".

We saw a bear outside the house this morning - a yearling who was checking out the watermelon rinds in the compost pile. I tried to get a picture, but it scrammed before I could catch it. And hummingbirds have been continually buzzing around the house - Amy's got flowers there that attract them, no feeder needed! I may try to get a picture later - if I do I'll post it.

Thank you and thank you again for the loving cards, comments and e-mails.

home again, home again, jiggity jog

Well, it's been a roller coaster. Not a kiddie roller coaster. One with its fair share of sharp turns and the sudden drops that make your stomach flip. Dad is home now, and relatively comfortable, but we've had quite a few challenges getting him to that point. I'll share a few of high points, and ask you to pray for the low ones (and that we'd know how best to manage them), and leave it at that.

High Point #1: King Crab! Friday night I ran over to Red Lobster and picked up an order of king crab. We mowed into it and enjoyed ourselves quite ridiculously. The nurses smiled and were tolerant of our childlike excitement.

High Point #2: Getting him home. Beth (Amy's mom) was there Friday night to receive all the home care equipment (hospital beds and whatnot) and to get instructions on how to use it. Augusta (Amy's daughter) and Chris (Augusta's husband) arrived Saturday and have been helping out with all sorts of things. Saturday evening the four of us took off for a visit to the mouth of the Brule River. Here's a picture of what we saw on our return. :)

Your comments, e-mails, and prayers continue to be greatly appreciated. We're quite overwhelmed, so appreciate sensitivity about calling and visiting. Each day brings its own set of new challenges and adjustments so it's hard to know how things will be even 24 hours from now. Blessings to you all.