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Friday, August 19, 2005 4:43 PM CDT

2nd update today. See journal for first.

Dave has been sleeping all day today. He woke up for a minute or two a couple of times, but mostly is sleeping peacefully.

He is no longer squeezing our hands or responding in any way, so it's not clear if he still hears us. I believe he does. So I talk to him, rub his head, and tell him how much we love him, and how proud we are.

Jim and Mark left today. Jim, it was great to reunite with you, your willingness to come and be there is so appreciated. Some bonds are never weakened, even by time or distance, your faith is strong and a great gift to us.

As they left, hugging Mark, seeing his eyes, it was one of the most painful moments of the journey so far for me. Mark, you've been there, every step, for more than 20 years. Whenever we needed you, you came. With quiet, strong hugs, guitar in hand, and your ready laugh, you always found a way to help us through. We love you, more than words can say. You are Dave's brother. Watching The Currents again, I am awed by the connection, the love between you and Dave and Erik. It's a very profound thing, a bond of love and music, a sharing that goes beyond mere words. And that love has surrounded the rest of us, sheltered us. Evy and I often talk about the strange miracle that you three are. It's something many people never get to know. And today, even surrounded by some of the best people in the world, I have never felt so alone as when your "convenient Lexus cage" pulled out of the driveway. I miss you already.

My Father's House by Audio Adrenaline
I don't know where you lay your head or where you call your home.
I don't know where you eat your meals or where you talk on the phone.
I don't know if you got a cook, a butler or a maid,
I don't know if you got a yard with a hammock in the shade.

I don't know if you got a shelter, say a place to hide.
I don't know if you live with friends in whom you can confide.
I don't know if you got a family, say a mom or a dad.
I don't know if you feel love at all, but I bet you wish you had.

Come, and go with me, to my Father's house.
Come, and go with me, to my Father's house.
It's big, big house, with lots and lots of room,
A big, big table, with lots and lots of food,
A big, big yard, where we can play football
A big, big house, it's my Father's house.

All I know is a big ole house, with rooms for everyone.
All I know is lots of land, where we can play and run.
All I know is you need love, and I've got a family.
All I know is you're all alone, so why not come with me?

Dave will soon be in his Father's house, teaching Kyle about "listen and hustle."

Harvey & Darlene sent this link: I Can Only Imagine
Thank you so much, this is one of Dave's favorite songs. Thanks for your visit last night, too. Harv, you had a hand in shaping a young boy into a great man. We're so grateful that you'll have a presence in Zach and Kenny's lives, too.
Love, Shell


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