To Blog

A friend asked me last Saturday if I was going to continue writing on the blog. My initial reaction was, why? What is left to say, he’s gone. Six days later I still don’t have a great answer for that question, but I have decided to continue. The reasons I want to continue are the same reasons I started writing in the first place. I want to know what I was feeling when things happened and how have things changed. For me, and maybe Julie, this is a journal of the next year of my life without Noah. For those on the outside my hope and prayer is that somehow this makes sense to you and that despite my ramblings you will continue to pray for my family. Besides Steve really set this blog up to inform immediate family and a few others. Maybe it will continue to do that. Trust me when I tell you Julie and I were trully suprised how far it went.

It’s been a long week. It’s been a long month. There is sadness in my house, but strangely not a palpable sadness. It’s like the surface of a lake perfectly still until someone comes along and skips a rock across the surface. And once the surface is disturbed it’s hard to get the water calm again. Julie and I are trying to define what life without him should look like and feel like. It’s hard to know having never done this before and I think so far we are handling the ripples on the surface okay. What I am afraid of is when something comes along to throw the first rock, or boulder, into the lake displacing the sadness in all directions. It should have happened this week when I went into James Avery to pick up something for Julie while she waited in the car. I was standing in line behind a new mother with her baby boy. Now even before Noah I probably would have noticed, but this time it hit close to home. The little boy wrapped in a blue blanket was 3.5 weeks old; so tiny, so perfect. He sat in the exact same car carrier Julie and I use. His mother was there to get a set of boys shoes for the same charm braclet Julie wears. I look back now and think for sure that should have been a boulder. I wonder why I didn’t have more of an emotional reaction. I wonder what Julie’s would have been? – Ethan

Papa’s Words from the Service

As you may have seen, I have put some links on the right hand side of this blog. It contains comments from myself and Brad from the funeral services, as well as quick links to Julie and Ethan’s letter to Noah.
I am posting Papa’s words he spoke from the funeral here. They are encouraging and hopeful, yet give us a glimpse into the mind of a hurting father.


Noah’s Day – May 14, 2005

While I can still talk, I want to express to this church family at First Colony, to the our church family that meets at Sugar Grove, and to believers from lots of corners how wonderful your prayerful support for our family has been. There have been cards and calls and personal visits, food and monetary assistance, blogs and private prayer sessions all combining to hold us up. A simple thank you falls way short, but it will have to suffice until we can return the kindness.

We’re not going to dwell on the sadness of this day, but on the unimaginable joy that comes to parents through the lives of believing children. There are age groups and varied family make-ups present today, but I’m interested in presenting the perspective of an old grandpa to the parents who still have children in your home.

With the birth of Noah, the tradition of verbally placing the new cousin into God’s hands was continued. Really, well before his birth, every family prayer was for his well being; that he would grow up into a servant for God. Little did we know how very tall he would grow in nine short days. Noah’s life has served to lift up the Savior so the scripture that goes “if I be lifted up, I will draw all men to me” could be experienced by more people than just our church families. The out pouring of people all around the country testifying of their willingness to speak to God on behalf of Noah and our family is evidence of the uniting power available through prayer.

I’m pretty amazed at what I’ve seen in my children throughout this time. Their faith in God to take care of and finally receive their son and nephew Noah has been a blessing any parent would be overjoyed to see in their children. The question has arisen several times about how they could hold up in the face of such a tragedy. My only conclusion is that’s the way they have always behaved. Trusting God starts way early in a Christian home. Through the examples and teachings of family and Christian friends and teachers, children see and experience God in the lives of those who love Him. They realize that they themselves were placed in God’s hands when they first arrived on this earth. It is comforting, uplifting, and steadfast for them to know that Jesus really does love them. Like many of you, Donna and I started our kids out on a walk with God from the earliest time it was safe to bring them to church and even today with our encouragement. We insisted on their attendance on Sunday nights before we knew it still counted even if you didn’t come to the building.

Family traditions are an important part of raising and teaching children. I was so very fortunate to raised by Christian parents and lots of “church” parents. It got to be a pretty awesome family environment. However, at the time, it felt like everyone was watching me…I guess in fact they were.

The words found in Proverbs 22 “Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it” keep coming back to me. At one time it loosely meant that children would come back from their adolescent sojourn to rejoin the flock. After the events of these past two weeks, the way in which I’ve seen that scripture come to life in my three children and their spouses far exceeds my wildest expectations.

The blog site was started because our kids knew of only one way to begin to handle the challenges of Noah’s condition. Reaching out to other Christians was not a sign of strength, but a plea for strength that comes from the combined prayers of the community of believers.

There is such an extreme of emotions at this time in our lives, but what I cling to is a joy and peace that fills my being with thanksgiving because of the Christian example my children are to me … and maybe a few others. I acknowledge that all things work together for good to those who love the Lord, but it’s been a real stretch these past few days to understand it.

That’s why I’m up here…to tell you of the good things that await faithful parents. I want you to know that you have in your job description the charge to raise Godly children. You will model a lifestyle founded in the belief that God can do anything. Your children will grow up watching you turn to God for both the celebrations and the problems.

But the gift to accomplish that task will not come from your perfection. I speak from experience! They will hear some phrases slide out of your mouth that you later can’t take back, they will see frustrations that almost wear you down, sorrows inside your family and in the families of your friends that seem so unfair, they’ll see you kick things, throw things, break things, cut off other drivers in unmanageable traffic, they will even hear you disagree with the preacher, get mad at the elders, and sometime change churches all in an attempt to cope. But most of all, they’ll see you continually seek God for His guidance and direction for your family. They’ll see Christian friends rise to be the hands of Jesus in times of crisis and sorrow and they’ll receive the love and care from those friends as though from family. Your job as a parent will be difficult, so appropriate all the assistance you can by associating with other God-seeking believers. Start before your children are ever born introducing them to the Father.

The last few times I sat with Noah, I would lean over his crib, kiss his head, and whisper in his ear for him to ask God to make him whole. I told him I was sure God would listen to him. I believe God heard and honored that small prayer. You see it came naturally to begin training Noah in the way he should go. It’s a family tradition…a family of God. Make it yours.
Papa Eller

Is Thank You Enough?

I have been telling Ethan that we need to write a Thank You note on the blog. I think the reason neither of us has done it, is because I do not think a simple “Thank You” is enough. We have been so touched by all the comments on the blog, the emails, the flowers/plants, the gift cards, the food, the hand written notes, and the monetary gifts that we have received. Noah sure woke up the body of Christ.

I know that the peace I feel right now is a result of all of you that have been praying for us and our family. There is definitately saddness. I found a small pillow today that Noah had in his bed at TX Children’s. As I brought it to my face, I could still smell his sweet scent. And though things like this will continue to remind me of reality, God’s peace still resides in me. Throughout this journey, I have been brought back to prayer as have many of you. And I know that it works! I hope that we can return the gift of prayer in your life some day.

Julie

To My Son

I am certain that this would have been easier to write if only I had listened to your mother. She asked me repeatedly to write something in your journal before you were born, and like most husbands I foolishly disregarded your mother’s sentimentality. It probably would have been a letter filled with hope and the promise of things to come, but now you have come and gone so quickly I almost don’t know where to start.

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t thrill me to find out I was having a son. I think deep down inside every man dreams of it. Finally, someone else in the house who can communicate in grunts and groans. Someone else to make messes your mother can’t recognize. Someone else who might actually enjoy watching endless hours of sports. I really only mention these because I am sure that your mother is rolling her eyes just as my mother is doing. I would have enjoyed teaching you that skill as well.

I’d like to think that you had enormous potential. Maybe you would have worn the Chelsea blue or played in a World Cup. Maybe a businessman with the highest of acumen and skill. Maybe a minister with a gift for speech and God’s insight. Or maybe a father who faithfully served God and loved his wife and children. But all those dreams seem insignificant compared to everything I know we would have done.

We would have fallen asleep on the couch together during your sister’s nap time. We would have kept your mom up later than she wanted. We would have delighted your grandparents with each of your new words or skills. As you grew older we would have driven countless hours to countless soccer games. We would have done tons of homework around a kitchen table where we would have shared dinners with your mom and sister. We would learn to use tools, learn to shave and tie a tie; things a father should teach a son. The same things my father was able to teach me.

I wish I would have been able to teach you how to be a man of God. To love your wife as Christ loves his church. To pray for guidance and wisdom from the Lord as you lead your family. To teach you about sexual purity in the face of overwhelming odds. To use scripture as the cornerstone of your life. And while I would be the first to admit I lack in these areas, maybe just maybe, we would have made each other better. And once all the arguments and words about why some clothes, behaviors, girls, and friends are just inappropriate you would be able to stand on your own and make Godly decisions. Your mother and I would be able to stand before our God as stewards of his child with the knowledge that we set you free with your own faith and love of Jesus Christ.

Somehow it never worked out that simple, as God had bigger plans for you. The story of your life spread far and wide in a matter of days. People began praying and calling on the name of the Lord for healing in you; healing that never came. But before you left us, relationships with the Lord were renewed, hearts were softened and Mommy and Daddy were able to share our faith. I hope that we were your voice reflecting the glory of God as Paul describes in 1 Corinthians 2:

“When I came to you, brothers, I did not come with eloquence or superior wisdom as I proclaimed to you the testimony about God. For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. I came to you in weakness and fear, and with much trembling. My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit’s power, so that your faith might not rest on men’s wisdom, but on God’s power.”

Noah, I will always consider myself blessed when you opened your eyes as I carried you in your final moments, as though to give Julie and me one last message “Mommy and Daddy I can go home now”. My son, now I know that you can and I am proud to be your father. -Ethan

Hello, Goodbye

To My Noah,
Hello, Goodbye. Those words from a Michael W Smith song, have played in my head since the day you were born. I remember hearing the song for the first time, but I did not understand the emotions that were behind the words I sang. Today is very different. Though I have thought of that song everyday for the last week, I did not play it until today. This IS the hardest thing I have ever had to face. You and I have barely met, and I just don’t want to let go of you. I want to wake up to your beautiful face everyday, I want to see your smile, I want to see you run around with Alyssa, and I want to hold you for more than just a while. But that was not God’s plan. Though I will not experience many things with you, God blessed me with so many precious memories. Sitting by your bedside everyday whispering in your ear, kissing your sweet face, the smell of your skin, holding you in my arms, singing to you, wrapping your tiny fingers around mine when you could not hold them there alone. I look back at our 8 days together and treasure every moment I had with you, and I pray that your sweet face will always stay in my memory.

Noah, you were a sacrifice for this world. God sent you for a reason and you served his kingdom well. Our Lord used your life to bring families together, to strengthen the Body of Christ, and to bring others to their knees in prayer. I truly believe that because of your life, heaven’s population has increased. And when your job here was done, I was finally able to hold you in my arms and see your beautiful face – no wires, no tubes, no nurses. Hold you and pretend that everything was okay for just a moment. We stared at you and talked to you for an hour. We sang Alyssa’s favorite bedtime songs, we told you we loved you, and I gave you some advise for Heaven. Go find your Nanny Conner, she will be waiting for you. If she falls asleep, help her hold her cup of coffee. And Pappy, I am sure he has found his brown recliner in Heaven, and well just make sure you don’t sit in it. There will be so many welcoming you with loving arms. And when you get there, save us a place.

I kept a journal for you while I was pregnant, and tears came to my eyes today as I read what I wrote 2 days before you were born:

“Pregnancy is a wonderful thing, and in the long run I really don’t care what I have to experience to bring you to this world. I want to see your beautiful face, and I just want to hold your tiny body next to mine. I want to teach you all the things that I have learned in my life so you never have to be hurt or sad. But I have to settle for giving you to God, and letting Him lead and guide you.”

I am amazed that the simple things I wanted, God provided. I was finally able to see your beautiful face, and even if just for a while, I held your tiny body next to mine. Free of this world, you will never have to be hurt or sad. God is good.

The time with you passed too quickly. But I am comforted that when it was time to go, you were at peace, you felt no pain, and you went from my loving arms directly to the arms of your Savior. There is no other place I want you to be, but safe in the arms of our God.

I will never forget you,
Mommy

Giving

In leiu of flowers Julie and I hope that you might be willing to make donations to any the folllowing not for profit organizations:

Ronald McDonald House at TCH
6621 Fanin AB485
Houston TX 77030
Attn: Nanci Allen

Lifeline Chaplaincy
1415 Southmore
Houston TX 77004
713-524-1055
http://www.lifelinechaplaincy.org

First Colony Church of Christ
2140 First Colony Blvd.
Sugar Land, TX 77479
281-980-7070
www.firstcolonychurch.org

Thanks, Ethan and Julie

Updated: Noon Services for Noah Allen Whaley

Settegast-Kopf Funeral Home click for map
15015 Southwest Freeway (Northbound side)
Sugar Land, TX 77478

Viewing at Funeral Home
5:00-8:00pm Friday

Visitation with Family to receive guests at Funeral Home
6:00-8:00pm Friday

Funeral Services – 12:00pm (noon)
Saturday, May 14, 2005
at First Colony Church of Christ click for map
2140 First Colony Blvd.
Sugar Land, TX 77479

Graveside to Follow at Davis-Greenlawn cemetery (Rosenberg, TX)


Please see information to the side concerning the Noah Whaley Miracle Fund

Jesus took him home

Noah Allen Whaley went home to be with the Lord today. I am comforted by knowing he passed peacefully and quietly held by the loving arms of his mother. I am thankful that my Lord made many of the difficult decisions easier, which allowed us to sing him songs, read scripture and pray over him. The Lord knew that all we wanted to do was love our little boy. I am thankful for the peace the Lord has provided to Julie and me.

As parents, all Julie and I really wanted for our son was a relationship with our savior Jesus Christ. We looked forward teaching and watching him grow in this relationship. Today my son knows better than I do the fulfillment of that dream. My wife, daughter and I rejoice for him. We hope that you do the same.

Someone will be posting complete funeral details in this blog. Julie and I are tentatively planning on Saturday morning. I think as we gather our thoughts over the next few days we will continue post. I know that I look forward to reading the words only a mother can express about her child.

In the Lord we trust – Ethan & Julie

Word of God

John11:33-36

When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. “Where have you laid him?” he asked.
“Come and see, Lord,” they replied.
Jesus wept.
Then the Jews said, “See how he loved him!”

I think this verse describes the Noah we knew very well. Praise the Lord!

“This is the account of Noah. Noah was a righteous man, blameless among the people of his time, and he walked with God.” Gen 6:9

Headed to the hospital

I am headed to the hospital as Noah’s condition today has taken a turn. The doctor suspects he has pneumonia. Julie and I need the strength to make important decisions if we have to fight the medical establishment for the life of our son. We have alot of “consulting” to do and I am not looking forward to it. Julie and I want everone to know that God has shown us both tremendous amounts of peace and comfort. We love our son and want the best quality of life for him. Please lift us up to do what’s best for him. – Ethan