Ricky's oldest son Maxime.(We thought he was a holy terror until Kevin came along, now
it's Max the angel.) Nickname is Micro Max (until he starts school when it will change to
Mini-Max, then Max, then finally Maxi-Max).
My son Ricky's daughter from a prev. relationship. My granddaughter Isabelle, I
only get to see her once a year if we're lucky. Yet some how we communicate in
a very special way. (I can't explain it, but talk about "twin speak", she's my
granddaughter but it's there and what is even more amazing is that she was raised in the
french language. Although I am bi-lingual (raised in english) with some knowledge of
french, we seem to double speak in either language.
I'm definitely a skeptic, I don't understand this, but I love it. I don't get to
see Isabelle often, but we get together we can get up to date in minutes, just by looking
at each other for a few seconds, then we're both speaking at the same time, and have to
slow down, take a breath and then, in minutes, we've brought each other up to date and go
onto new things.
It' weird but wonderful!
This is my grandson Alex my daughter Trudy's boy. Alex is 5 and has been through
more than most adults, an aorta transplant, several cardiac arrests, ECCMO, ( it's like a
heart & lung machine used during open heart surgery, but used to sustain small
children for longer periods. (up to 14 days). He now has CP (Cerebral Palsy) but he's the
happiest kid I know.
The picture of Alex with the cat is a real story.
Alex has always been protected from animals. But on the trip out west for my parents
60th, (to Alberta) we went for a visit to my cousin' s ranch. There a kitten (about
4 Mts.old) decided to make a friend of Alex.
These cats are barn cats, not pets and usually quite wild! But this young cat just
decided to come out from the barn and jump up onto Alex's knee. This cat, that had always
kept its distance from people, cut its way straight though a family reunion crowd of about
30 people, straight to Alex, jumped up on his knee and started purring and rubbing
up on him.
When people started noticing everything got quiet, Alex had found a friend, and he was
using his arms and hands in ways his physiotherapists had been trying to teach him for
years.
