Forever Ken.

This blog continues to be a source of strength for me and my family. I can't tell you how much I appreciate those of you who still visit and comment - we read each and every one. One of the most difficult parts of losing a someone who lived as fully as Ken Waite did is the void that is left in his absence. We no longer get to experience his radiant smile, his sense of humor, his sincerity or his drive. I want more than anything to preserve his legacy and life. If a story comes to mind, please share it here in the comments or feel free to email them to me: kristi.waite {at} gmail dot com.

 There was a time when I would read posts on their corresponding dates and just long for the days - even the hard days, when I was here sharing his story. Somehow, I've moved through that phase and now find myself coming back here to draw strength and courage from my father's battle with cancer. He continues to inspire me every day.

Recently, my mom and I were talking about the last few weeks of his life. As you may recall, we had one of the biggest snow storms in Seattle at that we've seen in years. He was going to Fred Hutch nearly every day of that crazy storm. It was nothing short of a miracle that he was not in the hospital for Christmas and for those of you who knew my dad know how much he loved the holidays and how important traditions were to him. He was bound and determined for things to be as normal as possible that year. In fact, the day after Christmas, he had it in his mind that he wanted to go shopping; which he did. No less than 24 hours later, he was in the hospital again - where he spent the remainder of his life.

 Those last few days were hard. I recall many times watching him breathe knowing how much effort that was for him and with each breath, breathing with him because it felt like all I could do. During that time, he brought a whole new meaning to fighting for your life. He was a champion at living and how fortunate we are to know someone that was so hard to say goodbye to!

When months turn to years...

Somehow, we've made it 2 years. You know, time is such an interesting thing and maybe even a little more interesting with grief. Sometimes you move through days and weeks somewhat "normal" and other times, even an hour feels like eternity. We deeply appreciate the support and love from our family and friends. Ken has left each of us with so many fond memories -- we hope that you are able to reflect on those today and have a little extra pep in your step because of Ken.

Humbabe.

The Top Shelf

You know, I really hoped we'd never see January 6th again. I honestly can't believe that it's been a year. Sometimes I wonder how we will go another day without our Ken. Other times, I feel like he's right there ... laughing with us (or at us). There's been many great tributes to my father over the past year from awards to scholarships to baseball fields. As I've been able to attend many of these ceremonies, I've wondered what he'd think of it. He'd love the opportunity to visit with friends, colleagues and students but not the recognition. So much of his life was centered around other people: coaching them, teaching them, officiating them, loving them and even pranking them. I've been wondering for quite some time now how we honor this man a year after his death.

As I think back on this year and on the countless stories that have been shared about him, the best thing I can think of is to pay it forward. Mow a lawn, buy someone a drink, goose them as they go up the stairs, ring 'em on top of their head or listen to their story. Whatever you do, remember Ken and live your life on the top shelf.

My First Christmas in Heaven

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below,
With tiny lights like heaven’s stars, reflecting on the snow,
The sight is so spectacular; please wipe away the tears,
For I am spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music cannot compare with the Christmas Choir up here.
I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring,
For it’s beyond description, to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart.
But, I’m not so far away, we really aren’t apart.
So, be happy for me, dear ones. You know I hold you near.
And be glad, I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above.
I sent you each a memory of my undying love.
After all, love is a gift, more precious than gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do.
For I cannot count the blessings or love He has for each of you.

So, Have a Merry Christmas and wipe away the tear,
Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

As we move into this Holiday Season, I can't help but feel a huge hole in my life. My dad loved Christmas. He loved everything about it. Last year, he wasn't doing well at all. In fact, we were told we wouldn't have him for Christmas. As I look back at the blog during that time, I didn't go into much detail about how bad he really was. When he had pneumonia, the doctors told us that he wouldn't live more than 24 hours. I don't know why I couldn't say that here, I guess it was because my dad never gave up hope. Even after we called our entire family and his closest friends to the ICU because we were told he only had hours to live, he was still cracking jokes and keeping everyone on their toes. He lived through death. Wes, Brad, and Mike - I will never forget that day. What you did for my father was incredible and I can't thank you enough for that memory.

A Life In Granite

It's taken us quite a while to finish his marker... partly due to being busy but I think mostly because it's just so final. The stone was laid last week on his birthday. We're happy with it, even if we're not happy it exists. I have a couple stories to share about that day but don't have time to post them today so look for that later this week.

Happy Birthday, Dad.

I haven't known what to do with this blog in the last few months. I look at it quite often. I look back at where we were a year ago. September was a great month for my dad. Probably the best he had during the transplant process last year.

Today is my dad's birthday.

I remember many of my father's birthdays. When I was younger, we used to celebrate fall birthdays at Enchanted Village. We'd get our entire extended family on that huge gunny sack slide and race down. One time, my grandma had an accident. I remember my dad thinking that was one of the funniest things he'd ever seen but then again, he was always laughing, always having fun… During my 4 years of high school, I got to celebrate my dad's birthday publicly. Usually trying to involve some sort of humiliation. Somehow, trying to embarrass him always came back to me being embarrassed. He was skilled that way.

I remember his last birthday well - He, being Ken Waite, went to work. He loved his job at the college. That job was meant for him and he wanted to do it well. Anyone that knew my father, knew he was attached to his phone. Since Washington State had made it illegal to talk on the phone while driving, it made sense to get him a bluetooth headset for his birthday. It was fun to watch him figure out how to use it. He wasn't always gifted with technology but he could manage.

Honestly, last year at this time, I really thought he was on track to beat cancer. A year prior to last, he had began his treatment for lymphoma for the last time. This year, we are learning to live daily life without him. I still don't feel like I know what that really looks like and to be quite honest, I don't want to. The first few months were a whirlwind, once things calmed down, summer was here and life got busy. Now, over 8 months later, we hurt. The wounds of his death seem fresh; more so than months prior. The memories of his life are often clouded by the weeks leading up to his death. I hate focusing on those times because they didn't represent the man I knew my whole life… yet, it was him: working. fighting. leading.

We're celebrating his birthday today. It will be different without him this year but he taught us how to really enjoy life and so we intend to honor that today (and always). Wherever you are and in whatever your doing today; take a moment ... enjoy where you are... remember what matters... and maybe, say Happy Birthday to Ken.

Happy Birthday, Dad.

***If you are in Aberdeen, feel free to stop by Billy's tonight around 9:00pm - we'll be raising a glass to Ken!***

I Always Wanted To Be Like My Dad.

As I have reflected on the countless memories I had in the 28 years I experienced with my father, one of the first things I thought of was the bucket head band. It also counts as one of my earliest memories. As seen in the photo below, we were all in fact, bucket heads. I was the drummer, Marc was the kazoo player and my dad, the singer/band leader. I remember so vividly prancing around the house in our "band uniforms" and feeling like we were really onto something! I remember looking to my dad as the leader, trying to mimic him. I always wanted to be like my dad.

When I was growing up, my dad played on the slow pitch team, the Aro Glass Clubbers. They were (and still are) a phenomenal team. I spent many summers as a child, traveling around, rallying rally cans and singing "Run Around Sue" after every victory. Often times, I'd go into the dugout to solicit money for candy during the games (I was a daddy's girl!) and remember one time specifically in Bremerton where I had done just that and before I could finish my plea, it was my dad's turn at bat. I sat in the dugout kicking dirt around while he was on deck and when he got up to bat, he hit a home run on the first pitch. I stood up and peered through the fence and watch him round the bases. When he got to third base, he made eye contact with me and smiled. I ran out of the dugout and got in line behind the other players to give the appropriate post-home run high five. I can still see him in my head at that moment. When he got to me, he picked me up and twirled me around while people were cheering. He was a hero. I didn't ever get to the candy solicitation, I just left that dugout smiling. My dad was so cool and I wanted to be like him.

As I got into high school, having your dad around everyday was a little less cool than having him hit home runs. In fact, it was often embarrassing. From high school dances, to walking the halls from class to class, he was always there. He knew when I was late, he knew when I got an A, he knew when I had a crush, he knew when I was having a hard day. One of my favorite memories with my dad in high school was spirit week. Being my father's daughter, I loved school spirit. Beginning my freshman year, I took spirit week to the extreme and my dad was always there, egging me on. Our favorite day was of course, blue and gold day. By the time my junior year came around, we were having to get pretty creative with the outfits. Having been a coach for over 20 years, he had quite the selection of blue and gold. I remember him getting a box out of the attic with a bunch of old uniforms and giving me a great AHS "track jacket" to wear. He had a solution for everything! He even would paint paw prints on my face. Even though he was embarrassing, I wanted to be like him.

In more recent years, I've come to respect my dad for his work ethic and consistent motivation to be his best. A few months before his death, we were sitting in the family room watching Perry Mason during lunch. He had come home from the college to eat and take a nap and I could tell he was totally exhausted. I suggested that maybe he stay home the afternoon and rest but he insisted that he go back to work because he had so much to get done before beginning another round of inpatient chemo the next week in Seattle. Then, quietly, he said "I wish I could do more as AD. I know I'm just not doing enough and I want to carry my share." I wanted to respond quickly with a comment about how much he had done and how amazing it was that he was even able to do what he was doing. Before I could even start my sentence, he was asleep. I watched him for a few minutes - his body was so weak, but even that day, I saw my hero and I wanted to be like him.

Dad, I still want to be just like you and I always will. Thanks again for choosing me.

Memorial Day

I know today is meant for remembering those who's lives were lost while fighting for our country so please excuse the "stretch" but my dad was a different kind of fighter; one definitely worth honoring. The last few weeks have felt pretty numb for me. The roller coaster we call grieving has been humbling. I would do just about anything to be back on the bone marrow transplant roller coaster. As the days keep passing, I find myself grabbing onto whatever I can. If anyone still reads this and has a story or experience they'd like to share, I'd love to hear them.

I recently had the opportunity to visit with a bunch of my dad's referee friends and I really enjoyed it. Darlene Patterson, the wife of Paul Patterson is a member of the Leukemia & Lymphoma's Team In Training. She is "racing for a cure" in a 100 mile bike ride at Lake Tahoe. She is riding this race in memory of her father, Jack Davis, who died of cancer and also my father.

Please check out her website here and donate to this great cause.

I've attached a few photos from the field dedication as well as the new logo for my dad's basketball camp.

Ken Waite Field Dedication

Tomorrow is the dedication of Ken Waite Field. All are welcome (and encouraged!) to come!

Click here to read an article in the Daily World outlining the dedication.

Ken Waite Field

The Ken Waite Field Dedication

4:00pm | May 5, 2009

Pioneer Park, Babe Ruth Field

Epilogue

I've come to this site many times in the last month wishing I had an update - wanting nothing more than to share another triumph or heart ache in my father's battle with cancer. Often wondering to myself, as I go about the day, is it possible he really is gone and when will he be back?

I've spoken very little about his death in the last month. I think mostly because I couldn't believe it was real myself and when I had those moments of reality, I could hardly speak, let alone share anything that would mask the pain and sorrow I felt.

Initially, the days were busy and the nights exhausting but as things began to calm down and those days have become weeks, I've started to adjust to the new normal. The tears, still wetting my pillow at night, have reminded me of my silent longings for his return.

I've been so fortunate to read so many stories about my dad's life. From the out right hilarious to the inspiring, they have made the road I am traveling easier to move along. I cherish each and every one because they are his story. The story of the greatest man I've ever known. And while this chapter has ended, parts of him live on with each and every one of us who have been privileged to know him.

As we closed a chapter in his story today, I thought it would be fitting to write an epilogue of this journey.

Dad,

I took a drive into town this morning before the service to check on the various places we were going to spread your ashes. It was a beautiful morning! When I pulled into Morrison Park, I could see you edging the grass and working on the playground equipment. No one was around so I sat there for a few minutes and just watched the river quickly move by. I started thinking about all the times we had at the park from Splash festivals to my 16th birthday party at the Log Cabin. From there, I drove up to the high school oak tree and of course, there it was. It was still pretty foggy so you couldn't see much higher than the tree but it looked very stately today. Almost like it stood a little taller, a little more proud. I think the tree knew that soon, you'd become a part of it's foundation. Then I drove over to Pioneer Park and my mind was flooded with so many baseball memories! AHS, The Clubbers, Indian Tournaments, Parks & Rec events... Again, I could see you there mowing, coaching, playing, umping and always smiling.

I think you're going to like being in so many places at once! As we spread your ashes today, I couldn't help but think about the influence you've had on so many people and just how far reaching that has been. Seeing you become a permanent part of much that you've been passionate about your whole life has been a gift for all of us today.

Reality came to a head though when we got to the cemetery for your burial service. I realized that I'm not ready to have you gone from my life. I struggled through most of the ceremony with feelings of sadness, anger and disbelief and then I think Grandma came to my rescue. She helped me feel a sense of comfort and restored a bit of my hope.

After the service, I stood at the top of the hill where your ashes were laid to rest and looked out on a bright, sunny day. I am glad I shared today with you, thanks for sending the sunshine. I wish someone would ask me what I want to be when I grow up because I finally have the answer: I want to be like Ken Waite.

Thanks for choosing me. I love you...

Kristi

Thank You!

On behalf of the entire Waite family, THANK YOU for your love, support, prayers, cards, flowers, thoughts, hugs, words of encouragement, meals... you get the idea.

We are so grateful for wonderful friends and family. Stay tuned for some great stories that we've been collecting this past week about our favorite KenBob! If you have a story to share, please do!

Ken Waite | 1953-2009

Ken passed away this morning at the University of Washington Medical Center.
Truly, a fighter to the end. He is missed already.

Memorial Informtion:
Sunday, January 11th, 2009 - 2:00pm at Aberdeen High School Sam Benn Gym
Reception immediately following in the Commons
410 N. G Street | Aberdeen, WA 98520
Please plan on getting there early as parking and seating are limited.

The ICU

Late last night Ken moved back to the Critical Care Unit because he was having difficulty breathing. They are watching him closely and trying to get his heart rate down and the breathing regulated. He's been struggling with breathing for the past 2 or 3 days and gradually, has been retaining a lot of fluids. They are hoping that if they are able to get rid of the excess fluids in his abdomen thus relieving the pressure on his lungs that he will start to improve.

Keep those thoughts and prayers coming!

Ken managed to stay out of the ICU because the results of the bronchoscopy showed improvement, he go to stay put. He tested positive for a viral infection and a fungal infection (both in the lungs) but it's likely the fungal infection is a false positive due to all the antibiotics he's taking.

As usual, he's continuing on hydration, nutrition and oxygen. He's starting to take more walks around the floor and is eating little bits each day. The viral infection is a cold so they are monitoring him as it takes its course and hopefully he'll get better as the cold goes away.

Monday Roundup

Ken had the bronchoscopy Sunday and preliminary results came back today that didn't show anything conclusive (surprise, surprise) but they will have the final results in the next couple days. He was moved out of ICU this morning into a regular room and was on oxygen, a broad spectrum IV antibiotics, the usual hydration, TPN (IV nutrition), potassium magnesium, etc. all day. However, he was having trouble tonight so they did a bunch of tests as well as a chest X-Ray and have decided to move him back up to ICU. His potassium is extremely low and they can administer that faster in critical care so he's moving back shortly.

Gunk

Our family had a great Christmas minus some minor weather issues but how fun to have a real white Christmas!! Ken handled wrapping all the presents and making the bows (He's quite good at both!) and enjoyed time with family. However, his shortness of breath returned and so he went to UW Medical Center to get checked out and they did a CT scan and it showed more "gunk" (that is the term the doctor used) in his lungs so they admitted him to the ICU and are going to take a sample today to see what's going on in there.

Merry Christmas

From Our Family To Yours.

Wishing each and every one of you a Merry Christmas. We are so grateful for our wonderful family and friends - for all of your love, support, prayers & faith. We have A LOT to be grateful for this year, and always.

Chemo!

Ken met with his doctor in Seattle today and is scheduled to begin his next round of chemo next week! Send lots of prayers and positive thoughts his way, we want the good news to keep coming!

Home, At Last...

Ken made it home last night! That's ALL!

Home?

I know, can you believe it? They are saying that Ken will be able to go home tomorrow! Of course, we're not holding our breath for an early departure but he's extremely happy to be able to get out of the hospital! Once again, thanks to everyone for your thoughts and prayers.

Better Days

Ken is definitely improving day by day and we're SO happy about it! He's had a couple more chest X-Rays that show continued improvement. He's using less and less of his oxygen mask each day and even walked a couple laps around the new floor this morning!

No word yet as to when he can leave the hospital or begin more chemotherapy but that surely will be talked about soon.

The Popular Kid

Ken is clearly the most popular kid at school - he was the first patient moved this morning to the brand new oncology floor at the hospital so not only was he an inaugural patient, he was the first!

The new rooms are amazing! They are almost twice the size of the old rooms and come with a couch that turns into a bed, a flat screen TV, a desk and nice reclining chairs.

Continually Improving

Ken is still improving! (insert round of applause... big round of applause!) Today he had his Hickman catheter (central line) removed because they felt it was possibly the original source of his infection and gave him a Picc line in his upper arm. That is working and he's doing well with it! If all goes well, he'll be able to begin the trial chemotherapy in two weeks! WHAT A MIRACLE!!

He's still in the hospital and they've been able to focus their efforts on specific antibiotics that will kill the pneumonia bacteria. THANK YOU for your prayers, we happily have my dad, Ken, Ken Bob, Mr. Waite, etc. because of the love, support, prayers and laughter of friends and family.

Nothing Short Of A Miracle...

Ken is getting better!!!

His X-Ray this morning shows improvement in his lungs and they feel he will be able to recover from the Pneumonia. Truly, laughter & friends are the best medicine!

Update

Here's a little time line since I last updated the blog...

Ken got transferred from the ICU at Grays Harbor to the ICU in Olympia Monday afternoon. Tuesday morning most of our extended family arrived as well as some of Ken's closest friends and we were all able to have a nice day, filled with old stories and lots of laughter. They've given him narcotics to help him relax and help him breathe easier - it seems to be working well. He was able to rest well when the nurses weren't in the room pestering him. :)

Pneumonia

We brought Ken to the ER about 3:30 this morning because he was having trouble breathing and had a high fever. Now that they've done some tests, they have concluded he has pneumonia. I'll update when we have more info.

Here's that update I was talking about:
Ken was just moved to ICU where he's got the corner room with a stunning view of the Aberdeen skyline. I think it's about 5 times the size of a regular room! He's hooked up to almost every machine possible. Hopefully they can get everything under control soon!

12:00pm Update
Ken is being transferred up to St. Peter's ICU within the next few hours.

Life At Home...

He sits here like this:

Then she does this:

To this:

Then he does this:

Home

As I'm sure you can guess, Ken is SO happy to be home! He's been very productive the past 36 hours - he's watched at least 6 football games from his recliner! Barring any hiccups in his health, he should be home for at least 2 weeks before he starts the next clinical trial.

***UPDATE***

Change of plans - Ken will be coming home tomorrow!! He will be home for approximately 2 weeks before he starts his next trial study chemotherapy at UW. I'm sure as you can imagine, he's VERY anxious to be home! He'll be on IV's 24/7 but knowing Ken, he'll probably venture out of the house!

The Good & The Bad...

Good News: The figured out why Ken has had such terrible diarrhea

Bad News: It's more cancer (in the intestines)

The Practicalities: We don't really know how this affects his chances for a transplant or further treatment but we're hoping for answers and a transfer to UW later today.

Permanent Resident

I keep wondering when they will give Ken a plaque outside his room with his name on it since he's been there so long! Things are not improving so hopefully early this week he'll be moved up to UW Medical Center. He's getting some blood work as well as an X-Ray today because his white count doubled in the last 24 hours. The tests hopefully will show what's going on in there!

Hospital, Day 21

Ken is still plugging along in the hospital but is showing some signs of improvement ... FINALLY! I think all this election mumbo jumbo was stressing him out and now that it's all over, the diarrhea will go away! :)

Ken was able to leave the hospital yesterday for a few hours to attend his mother's funeral in Seattle. It was great being able to finally have the whole family together. I know his dad was so relieved that he was able to be there. He even stayed for an hour after the funeral for a family gathering. They've got him on this crazy diet (I thought diets were for people who needed to lose weight?!) so he wasn't able to eat the fantastic food that others had prepared for the family but we all got a kick out of his gluten-free bread - it was hard as a rock! He made it back to the hospital in the early evening and was actually glad to return. The IV's he gets 24/7 do help his energy/stamina/appetite so it was good for him to get all hooked up again. Thanks again to everyone for their love and support.

2 Weeks

Today marks 2 weeks at the hospital for Ken. He's still showing very little improvement and has all of his doctors puzzled but it just wouldn't be Ken if he wasn't puzzling the doctors! His GI doctor is waiting for more test results to come back from the scope they did last week to get to the bottom of the diarrhea. They've also called an infectious disease doctor to come in and see what he can figure out. He received chemotherapy yesterday and will get another dose on Sunday... so far, that hasn't bothered him.

We sure love our little trouble maker and so does every nurse on the 9th floor of the hospital! He's become quite popular there - most nurses try to beat the others to request him to be on their rounds.

We're going to break him out of jail on Saturday to attend his mother's funeral service. I want to thank everyone for their prayers, flowers, cards and support through this difficult week. It means a lot to all of us. I'm sorry to those who have not gotten their shirts yet, I've passed them on to someone else who can get them sent out in my absence.

Every Day Counts...

Today has been a day I will never forget... The opportunity to share in one of the most private moments of ones life - their death. My grandmother and Ken's mother, Jean Waite passed away this evening surrounded by family. Her death was definitely a surprise and there aren't words to express not only the emotions of a sudden passing, but the subtle reminder of how important each day is for every one of us. I am going to make every day count a little more in honor of the tremendous impact my grandma has had on my life over the years. You're with me forever.

Please keep my dad as well as the rest of his family in your prayers through this difficult time.





For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity. ~William Penn

T-Shirt Update

We just got another batch of t-shirts so those of you who've not gotten your shirts, they should be on the way on Monday! For anyone that still wants to order a shirt, we're stocked!

Ken Update: Nothing has changed - they are waiting on a bunch of test results to see if they can figure out why he's still got so much of the runs.

Please keep Ken's mom, Jean, in your prayers - she had to be taken to the hospital this morning after she stopped breathing while asleep in her home.

Hospital Days...

Ken has now achieved his longest hospital stay in this process - 9 days! We're not seeing a lot of improvement yet, but at least he's not getting worse! Because it's a crucial time for Ken to prepare for his transplant, the doctors are a little worried about him not having any chemo or radiation to keep the cancer at a minimum so it's possible he may start another round of the chemo he did at home on Monday in the hospital. Many thanks again for everyone's love, support & prayers!

We May Have Turned A Corner...

Ken had a great day today! He's looking a little better and hopefully feeling that way too! He's still in the hospital and probably will be there a while longer but has definitely showed some improvement. I'd like to attribute that to Ken Waite Day! :) Thanks to everyone that supported the effort, it means so much to our family.

Ken Waite Day Photos

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It's Officially Ken Waite Day!

Show your Ken Waite Pride today by wearing your Humbabe Revolution T-Shirt or Wristband!! If you haven't had a chance to get yours yet, just wear anything red!

There will be a rally at AHS beginning at 2:00pm, anyone and everyone is welcome! We have a big card outside the office - please come and sign it some time during the day. Kaity & Angela did a fabulous job decorating the high school. I'll upload pictures from that soon - Ken is still in the hospital in Olympia but I know he'll feel all of your love and support!!

24 Hours And Counting...

Ken is still in the hospital in Olympia and holding strong. I mentioned last week that this Monday he'd meet with his doctor in Seattle and start the inpatient chemotherapy on Wednesday but that has been pushed back a week. He's not able to leave the hospital yet - he needs to get some strength and hopefully gain some weight before they will even consider the chemotherapy. He's currently receiving nutrition, hydration, nausea medicine and antibiotics in his IV so things have got to start turning around here soon.

We are vastly approaching Ken Waite Day! Click here to read an article about Monday's activities and remember to take a picture wearing your shirt!

Still In The Hospital

But at least he's getting visitors! Check out their shirts!! These two go way back and look who's got more hair now! Ken was such a good friend, he put on Brad's hat so as to not embarrass him.

His Biggest Fans...

Ken's parents with their new Humbabe Revolution T-Shirts!
Shirts will begin their distribution tomorrow - remember, wear them Monday and take a picture!

Ken is being admitted to the hospital, again. He's not able to keep any food down and is consistently loosing weight so this is definitely the right option to help get him stable again.

The Humbabe Revolution!!!

The word is spreading quickly! I just want to give a personal THANK YOU to everyone who is supporting my dad at such a trying time in his life. We are so grateful to have such an amazing "family" here in Grays Harbor!

What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?