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Journal Entry October 28, 2013 – Well it’s late, and again I was going to pack it in for the night, too tired and unsure of how to continue writing. But then I got a little note of encouragement from a sweet girl I know, and I am inspired to continue, even if it’s just a short bit tonight. We’ll see…ok, so we’re at Saturday…
Saturday September 16, 2011 – Brandon had been home sick for a couple of days, but today he seemed to be on the mend. I asked him about his neck, as he had mentioned it being sore Thursday morning and he had wanted to go to the chiropractor with me on Saturday. I remember being ready to go to my regular monthly appointment and confirming if he was coming, but he declined. I honestly don’t remember if he said it was totally fine or just that it wasn’t very bad anymore – I urged him to make sure to take care of it, but he was feeling a bit too tired to bother with it on a Saturday morning. So I went alone.
Later in the day I was sitting in the office with our oldest son working on something, when Brandon came in and said something like “You guys wanna here somethin’ I wrote?” He had a page in his hand, homework that was due Monday apparently, that he had started working on in his room that day, now that he was feeling a bit better – wouldn’t want to get behind. He was not the type to want to share his work, or let us read it for that matter. He always just quietly worked on his projects and handed them in without us even seeing them most of the time. So when he wanted to read something to us, both his brother and I of course agreed, we wanted to hear it! He laid down on his back on the carpet, as he was still weak – not energetic by any means, but he was out of bed, which we were glad to see. Brandon had always liked to lay on bare floors come to think of it…and I would always be telling him to get up, it wasn’t that clean – when he didn’t want to move I’d say “You’re such a floor-layer!” He liked it down there it seemed, usually because it was cooler, but that wasn’t the reason this day. Anyhow, Brandon laid on the carpet and read the following page (typing it right off the rough copy in front of me that is now laminated and in our special “Book of Blessings”). Of course he kept it from being too serious by acting silly through the entire thing – he had us in stitches!
I am Brandon Kurtz
I am not a foney or an actor. I don’t drink coffee or need fake energy, and I don’t like spicy food. I don’t do drugs and am not a hypocrite.
I have friends not amigos. I have a brother and sister, and not step siblings. I like to eat and sleep, not pull all-nighters.
I am a proud human that wants to succeed.
I believe in human rights and equality, not discrimination.
Justice and democracy, not dictatorship.
And that I can reach my highest goals if I just try.
A great opportunity is worth a million bucks, a good friend is one of the best things in life and people who say I am lousy at all sports are liars.
I am a good sport, I love adventure and exciting activities more than anything and I want to find undiscovered land.
My name is Brandon Kurtz and I can do anything if I put my mind to it.
This write-up was so hilarious the way he presented it, we hardly caught the words…but later it became so impactful as we realized what a precious gift he had left us. How often do we get to hear what’s going on in the minds of the teenagers in our family? Pretty cool – such a blessing to us. This became the final statement on the back page of the program for Brandon’s Celebration of Life – he got the last word about who he was and what he was about.
Ah, I think I just smiled, and breathed again…so thankful…the reminder of this precious gift…again I am filled with endless HOPE…
<3 Janine Kurtz