Dinner Drive for Ben

Ben and family are back home where they belong! What a joyous event and such a huge step in his recovery!

We have had several offers to prepare dinner for the four of them. This is a great idea, very generous and much appreciated!

So, in order not to have too much food on one night or duplicate meals, we would like to organize a “dinner drive.”If you would like to prepare dinner for Ben and family, please email me at duos@earthlink.net  

We have a calendar and can list you on the date you would like to cook!

Right now, Ben doesn’t need too many visitors and he needs to get acclimated to home and a routine (and Lana needs rest…not sure when she’ll get it though) so we’ve designated two drop offs for food:

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Tammy Cone  224-0320 or  356-0570

2620 Ashlawn Drive (Gay Meadows) MAP

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Brenda Duos   260-8083

505 County Downs Rd  (County Downs) MAP

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You all have been so incredible with your prayers, your gifts and your support. I speak for our entire family when I say that we are forever grateful.

Sincerely,

Brenda Duos

(a.k.a. Aunt Breeeenda)

To Remember Me

An essay by Robert T. Test

The day will come when my body will lie upon a sheet, neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital, busily occupied with the living and the dying.

At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my death-bed. Let it be called the Bed of Life and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.
 
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fibre and nerve in my body to find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain.
 
Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow, so that some day,
a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.

If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.