At Home With Ernie and Bert: On Enough Said

Harrison Ford.
Karen Allen.
Steven Speilberg.
George Lucas.

Nuff' Said.

Welcome Friends!

Hello, and welcome to "At Home with Ernie and Bert." This is the part where I get to tell you that I am your humble host, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... A lot of this stuff will be pretty personal. You know, attempts from yours truley the amatuer philosopher. I have thoughts and feelings. If you prick me do I not strike thee in the forehead? This is my arena to vent, process, or otherwise test my theories, ideas, feelings, emotions, or random thoughts. While I don,t try to blatantly offend anyone, I am shall we say... opinionated? Blunt? Outspoken? Some of this may be helpful to some, but I dont know if any of it is kidworthy. Enter at your own risk. Post what comments you will. I thrive on feedback. But please... watch out for Rubber Duckie. Ernie is so sensetive about that.

Our Angel with Lavender Wings

Marissa Giovanna was born on August 31st 1997. This coincided with the death of Princess Dianna, the coverage of which we watched in the early stages of labor. Marissa was vaccine injured. This is fact, not theory or fiction. It is a controversial statement that many will call an illogical response to an emotional subject, but that is another matter. The seizures, the hospitalizations, the questions, the pain, and the struggle I would gladly all take on again. She taught me so much about compassion, and assertion. She taught me how to love, and how to see others who may have different abilities, disabilities, mental, physical or otherwise as what they are--miraculous. On June 11th I awoke to find my daughter unconscious. During the night her brainstem had swelled. Loved ones came and went, giving their last goodbyes and as the sun set my wife and I held our daughter in our arms. With my hand on her little chest I felt her heart beat for the last time. On that day I was wounded in such a way that I will never completely heal. I have many joyous memories of fatherhood. I can still picture her incredibly blue eyes, and hear her musical laughter. I remember her favorite game of knocking things over when she knew no one was looking. Every once in a while something will fall around the house. There will be no one near, and no breeze. At those times, all I can do is smile and wonder if my Angel is just letting me know that she is watching...