{"id":332,"date":"2012-03-14T01:29:32","date_gmt":"2012-03-14T05:29:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.honeyishrunkthegrief.com\/book\/?page_id=332"},"modified":"2016-12-11T06:41:54","modified_gmt":"2016-12-11T11:41:54","slug":"ch3-d","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.honeyishrunkthegrief.com\/book\/chapters\/ch3-getting-help\/ch3-d\/","title":{"rendered":"Ch3: (D)"},"content":{"rendered":"

final page of\u00a0Getting Help<\/strong>\u00a0chapter…<\/p>\n

www.HoneyIShrunkTheGrief.com<\/span>
\n \u00a9 2012 Eric Vaiksnoras<\/span><\/p>\n

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Mr. Vaiksnoras,<\/strong><\/span>
\n I hope anyone else died in your family.\u00a0 I know how hard it is to lose a great family member.\u00a0 I wish you luck with David.\u00a0 I kept Mrs. Vaiksnoras in my prayers.\u00a0 Spring is a time for new groth.\u00a0 I do know God works in funny ways.\u00a0 I hope this letter comforts you and David.\u00a0 I will keep you guys in my prayers.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Hey David,<\/strong><\/span>
\n I am very sorry about your mom.\u00a0 She was a wonderful person.\u00a0 very pretty and smart.\u00a0 She was my tutor in reading and I loved her.\u00a0 I know you never really got to know her, but there are pictures and you can look at them and you can think of her and cry because its o.k..\u00a0 and when your thinking of her she will looking down at you and thinking of you.\u00a0 She loved you and even if you never really got to pull in all of her world then your daddy can talk about it with you.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Dear Mr. V. and David<\/strong><\/span>
\n Mrs. V was the best teacher in the world to me and a great person.\u00a0 When she died the whole class cried.\u00a0 That\u2019s how much we love her.\u00a0 The school she taught at was Timmons Elementary.\u00a0 She was a thrid grade teacher and an awesome person and easy to know.\u00a0 She had a lot of self confidence and a great smile.\u00a0 It was never off her face.\u00a0 Mr. V. I\u2019m sorry .<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Dear,\u00a0 David<\/strong><\/span>
\n Your mom was a nice teacher and asum totor.\u00a0 She gave me a lot of knowledge.\u00a0 We had a lot of good times together.\u00a0 David your mom also had a realy good way of spreading joy to other people.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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David,<\/strong><\/span>
\n Hope your live a life you will remember.\u00a0 We all love you.\u00a0 You will always be loved.\u00a0 Your mother touched my heart.\u00a0 She gave me the love for math.\u00a0 She loved everyone.\u00a0 I love her so much.\u00a0 Thanks for her loving spirit.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Mr. Vaiksnoras<\/strong><\/span>
\n You must have been the luckiest Husband that anyone ever was.\u00a0 I know that I was pretty lucky just to be in the same school as her.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

David Vaiksnoras<\/strong><\/span>
\n You may not realize it yet, but you were a very lucky child to have The mother that you did.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

ROSES ARE RED<\/strong><\/span>
\n Violets are BLUE<\/strong><\/span>
\n YOU WERE A Great Teacher, Mrs. Vaiksnoras,<\/strong><\/span>
\n and we\u2019ll Miss you<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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J<\/em><\/span>oyus woman<\/strong><\/span>
\n U<\/em><\/span>nbelievable Smile<\/strong><\/span>
\n L<\/em><\/span>oving Heart<\/strong><\/span>
\n I<\/em><\/span>ndeed, an angel<\/strong><\/span>
\n E<\/em><\/span>nchanting teacher<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

V<\/em><\/span>ery happy<\/strong><\/span>
\n A<\/em><\/span>lways helping others<\/strong><\/span>
\n I<\/em><\/span>\u2019m so sad shes in Heaven<\/strong><\/span>
\n K<\/em><\/span>ind person<\/strong><\/span>
\n S<\/em><\/span>tudents loved her<\/strong><\/span>
\n N<\/em><\/span>everending courage<\/strong><\/span>
\n O<\/em><\/span>h I hope shes in a nice place<\/strong><\/span>
\n R<\/em><\/span>eally lovely<\/strong><\/span>
\n U<\/em><\/span>nderstood her students<\/strong><\/span>
\n S<\/em><\/span>uper, Person!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Dear Vaiksnoras family,<\/strong><\/span>
\n I am really sorry about what happened.\u00a0 Julie was a great teacher. \u00a0She was a subsitut for my class for 3 months when my teacher was ill.\u00a0 I hope her husben and baby are doing all right.\u00a0 My mom always told me that at times like this when your loved ones seem the most faraway they are always with you.\u00a0 They may not be around in person but their love and joy follow you everywhere.\u00a0 And because you can\u2019t see them that doesn\u2019t mean she\u2019s not there.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Dear Mr. Vaiksnoras and or Baby David,<\/strong><\/span>
\n I\u2019m really sorry of your loss, but just think of all the good times you had with her.\u00a0 The day after Mrs. Vaiksnoras died, in school everybody prayed for her.\u00a0 Mrs. Vaiksnoras was not just a good teacher, she was also a good person.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Stay<\/strong><\/span>
\n Strong.<\/strong><\/span>
\n You can<\/strong><\/span>
\n do it.<\/strong><\/span>
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My Hero<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\n A hero to you may be someone who fought in a war, or a president, or maybe even an athlete.\u00a0 But mine\u2019s different.\u00a0 She\u2019s not world-famous, but she\u2019s widely known.\u00a0 Her name is Mrs. Vaiksnoras.\u00a0 She\u2019s my hero for many reasons.\u00a0 She taught some people how to do math.\u00a0 She taught other people to like reading instead of disliking it.\u00a0 She brought new life to this world.\u00a0 That\u2019s a miracle right there.\u00a0 His name, as you probably know, is David.\u00a0 Sure, she won\u2019t be there to sing him lullabies, or kiss him goodnight, but she\u2019ll always live on inside him forever.\u00a0 And she\u2019ll live on inside me forever, too.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMrs. Vaiksnoras\u00a0is like spring.<\/strong><\/span>
\n The beauty of the grasslands and the flowers.<\/strong><\/span>
\n The feeling of peace and love within.<\/strong><\/span>
\n The neverending doors to go through to find a secret.<\/strong><\/span>
\n A story of life never ending.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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It meant the world to me to read how deeply the children cared for Julie, and how their concern extended to our family.\u00a0They were worried about us, I was worried about them, and I believe our concern for one another lessened everyone\u2019s load.\u00a0I\u2019d like to send out a bear hug and the most sincere and tearful thank you to all the kids that put a great big gust of wind in my sails during that tough time. Your messages of love and hope were a huge source of strength for me.<\/p>\n

These sympathy cards are a glimpse of the enormous support we received; it was as if others would not let us tackle this alone.\u00a0The support came in many other forms as well, such as: heartfelt letters written to David that would allow him to better know his Mom, help I received from those who lovingly cared for David when I needed a hand, family members who were willing to make room for us in their home, and people simply finding a way to let me know that they were there for us. Whether the help given was a small supportive gesture or an enormous sacrifice, they were all gifts that I will forever treasure and look to share with others.\u00a0It\u2019s people\u2019s compassion for each other, especially during times of great need, that really makes this ride so much more bearable.<\/p>\n

The help I received from others was crucial because it allowed me to reconnect with all the love that I still had.\u00a0Julie\u2019s death left me feeling like a large part of me had died as well.\u00a0I was in this sort of limbo state, not quite knowing where I belonged.\u00a0I believe a sense of\u00a0connectedness<\/em> makes or breaks just about anything I\u2019m involved in.\u00a0I\u2019m built with a need to connect with my environment.\u00a0I\u2019m driven by a desire to matter to others; driven to use my gifts to make this world a better place; driven to feel a part of it all.\u00a0But at that time I was as lost as I ever was, and I am extremely grateful to everyone who reached out and helped me to reconnect with the world. This outpouring of love helped me to find Julie\u2019s love\u00a0<\/em>in others.<\/em>\u00a0<\/em>It was teaching me that when I needed to connect with her love, it would always be available \u2014 it surrounds me.<\/p>\n

While reading the preceding pages, I hope you found at least one card that \u201chad your name on it\u201d.\u00a0I know Julie would love for you to have it, as would I.<\/p>\n

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