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Ice Cream Day 2014- Remembering Kyle

Quite some time ago, I dedicated some posts to Childhood Cancer Awareness. One of those posts was about  Kyle’s Story. About a little boy that was a friend of ours who passed away from a very merciless childhood cancer- as all cancers are. Please read his story when you get the chance.

Today would’ve been Kyle’s 13th birthday. The summer before Kyle’s last birthday on earth, 5 years ago, he and his brother decided to have an Ice Cream Day. They could eat ice cream all day and their mom couldn’t say no. She thought it was a crazy request but obliged. She was so happy she did since it created a wonderful memory for Kyle’s brother Nicholas. Since Kyle’s passing, they have marked what would be his birthday as Ice Cream Day. Friends and family rally around and join in Ice Cream Day by letting their kids throw caution to the wind, and live in the moment with a sweet treat. It brings to mind the quote by Ernestine Ulmer, “Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first”.

 Kyle passed away a few short weeks after his 8th birthday from a Diffuse Pontine Intrinsic Glioma. A very rare, very deadly brain cancer.

We keep our friend Kyle alive in spirit with doing the things he loved. Remembering to find the joys in those we have with us.

Once in awhile we need an excuse to live beyond the guidelines, to embrace what makes life sweet. We need to celebrate just being able to be together to celebrate.

Even if it isn’t your kid’s birthday, serve up some ice cream after breakfast, or head out for frozen yogurt before lunch. When they ask why, tell them you’re doing it for Kyle.

So pick your flavor  and dig in!

 

The following is the story Kyle’s mom posted to her blog after he passed away. Neither of us wrote it, so you know. But it captures loss and grief so clearly.

To find out how you can donate to research to eradicate things like brain tumors in little kids, please check out Project Violet and Kyle’s Blogspot.

Waterbugs and Dragonflies

Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond. They did notice that every once in awhile one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more.
“Look!” said one of the water bugs to another. “One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you think she is going?” Up, up, up it slowly went….Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn’t return…

“That’s funny!” said one water bug to another. “Wasn’t she happy here?” asked a second… “Where do you suppose she went?” wondered a third.
No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled. Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered its friends together. “I have an idea”. The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why.” “We promise”, they said solemnly.

One spring day, not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up, he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broke through the surface of the water and fallen onto the broad, green lily pad above.

When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn’t believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings…The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly!!

Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were scurrying around, just as he had been doing some time before.

The dragonfly remembered the promise: “The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why.” Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water…

“I can’t return!” he said in dismay. “At least, I tried. But I can’t keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I’ll just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they’ll understand what has happened to me, and where I went.”

And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful new world of sun and air…….

Comments

  1. Kathy at kissing the frog says:

    You know, our sweet Joey ate strawberry ice cream for his last meal before he died from brain cancer. I think his family can oblige and eat ice cream today in honor of Kyle. I’ll help spread the word, too. xo

  2. What a touching tribute. Thank you for writing about Kyle again. <3 We'll have ice cream with dinner … maybe even before!

  3. Meredith says:

    This is really neat, Frugie. Thanks for having such a big heart and sharing this love for Kyle. And for the best excuse I’ve ever heard to have a scoop. xo

  4. uta says:

    Ice cream, dragonflies and Husky football games, always make me think of Kyle. xox

  5. Keesha says:

    We are going to have to do this this weekend. Even if it is below freezing here in Chicago. What a beautiful tribute to Kyle, Frug.

  6. Christopher Tipper says:

    Sis

    I can’t even read the dragonfly story again.

    Rare. Yes. But we had a girl across the street have the same cancer around the same time.

    Bro

  7. Michelle says:

    My father and my husband died the same day from different cancers. The 30th is the “crapiversary” and when we eat ice cream for them, we will do the same for Kyle. Dragonfly story was beautiful and I will retell it to my children.

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