Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The Sudden Loss of Yet Another Child

This is Kate Livesey.  She even resembles Daniel.


Daniel, our son who died in 2008 of presumed Sudden Arrythmic Death Syndrome which was thought to likely be caused by something called Long QT Syndrome.   He had a negative autopsy, and a normal physical just weeks before.






               Kate Livesey was an energetic, healthy lovely nine year old girl who dreamed of being a pop star.   When she wasn't enjoying playing sports, she was singing and dancing.   It's hard for me to look into her beautiful little face and not be reminded of Daniel    They even look facially similar to me.    In February of 2014, Kate who was perfectly well, was found slumped in the bathtub in an apparent cardiac arrest.  She was immediately taken to the Royal Manchester Children's Hospital where she was ultimately pronounced dead on February 7th.

              There is so much about this case that breaks my heart.   Like Daniel, Kate was active and well and believed to be healthy.   Kate's mother was known to have an arrhythmia which had been treated, but no one thought it important to evaluate her children for potential Sudden Arrhythmic Death Syndrome.  There were older family members in our family who had been treated for arrhythmia, and although I had asked if their issues had implications for our children, it had been thought not. Both children had a presumed diagnosis of Sudden Arrhythmic Death Syndrome because post autopsy review of organ systems made their cause of death "unascertainable".   Neither child had any signs of structural heart disease.  Both Kate and Daniel had their first and last episode of arrhythmic death syndrome in bathrooms.  Both of them left an older brother named Matthew on Earth.

               My thoughts and prayers go out to the Livesey Family who are only just beginning this journey.
We need to do a better job at identifying children at risk for SADS and screening them in advance.  More research needs to be done in how we can better identify families with children at risk.   Saving even one family from such a cataclysmic loss of a healthy child, is a worthy goal.


To donate in the memory of Kate to her family:

https://www.justgiving.com/Suzanne-Livesey/

 
                                

References for this post:

 http://www.mancunianmatters.co.uk/content/140769762-singing-girl-9-who-dreamed-being-next-cheryl-cole-died-without-warning-muamba


 http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2691241/Fit-active-nine-year-old-girl-dies-suddenly-struck-heart-condition-Fabrice-Muamba-bath.html






Saturday, July 5, 2014

US Independence Day, 2014

I use strawberries on my cake, and usually I don't configure it like a flag, choosing instead to mix the strawberries and scattered blueberries on top of whipped cream, but I think you get the idea. (  Photo: www.rockingwallpaper.com )


                  Independence Day which, in the US, is celebrated on the 4th of July, was a favorite holiday when Daniel was still on Earth.   We used to cook hotdogs, hamburgers, and chicken breast on the grill and have salad, cole slaw and potato salad with an early afternoon celebration meal.   Sometimes, I would make a sponge cake with cream covered with randomly set fresh strawberries and blueberries.  This would be a true red, white and blue cake. One year, I placed vanilla ice cream on it and then decorated it with the red and blue fruit and served it at once.  That evening, we would let off fireworks on the farm, in a place where we had hosed down the grass to avoid fires from sparks during what is often a dry season here.  We also avoided  using fireworks in areas where animals might be frightened by fireworks.         In the five and a half years since Daniel departed Earth, as much as I sometimes wanted to hold Earth still, as if he could somehow jump back to Earth, time has moved on.   His sister graduated from university and has established a career, and bought a home. His eldest brother graduated from the university,  has had heart surgery and also been struck by lightning since, and continues to gradually recover.  Another brother just graduated from college, and in a really lousy job market has decided to go on to get an additional degree.  The son we adopted a year after Daniel's departure continues to be at home and to make slow and steady progress in adapting to life in a family.

                     This year, we gathered for our normal Independence Day meal.  My husband grilled, and the boys made food.  Our daughter brought some food she made at her home. This year, I didn't make the sponge cake dessert.  Since a number of our animals are beyond normal life expectancy they require pretty attentive care particularly on hot and humid days,. my time before dinner, was taken by caring for them.  Many of them were here when Daniel still was.   In deference to the animals we decided not to have our annual fireworks here on the farm.   Yesterday the thunder and lightning frightened them, and so we decided to give them a rest.   Instead, my husband and two of the boys went to our county's fireworks display which was really quite something.  My husband recorded it on his iphone for the rest of us to see afterward.

                    So much in our family, our rural county, our country, and the world has changed since Daniel's departure. Children do indeed grow up, and this is what they are here to do.  However, so many of the other changes have not been good ones.  Happy Independence Day, Daniel.   You are missed and remembered, every moment, every holiday, and through each day as your siblings grow and change.  Thank you for coming here, and for being an important part of the frenzied holiday activity while you were.  We love you, and we always will.
                 

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Goodbye, My Friend.

                



                 I have a dear friend who passed  this week unexpectedly, and  rather suddenly.    She had been treated for cancer, and that treatment was going well. She was expected to be cancer free and was working on gaining strength so she could return to living in her own country home.  She died of an unexpected blood clot.

                     Our family and I have been lucky enough to have known her for many years.  She was our rural village's post mistress, until her retirement from it last year..  In our very rural area, mail is not delivered to the farms and rural homes.   We go to the small rural post office where we pick up our mail, sometimes daily, if we are out and traveling in that direction, or sometimes a couple of times a week if we are not expecting anything.   Our friend has been with us through a lot of living.  She has taken delivery of chicks and animal immunizations  for us there, and would call us to come pick them up.  She used to see Daniel every day when I would break from homeschooling to take him for a break in the morning, and we would stop in.  They are a fine family that helps to make this area one of the places that is worth living.    She was the first person to arrive at the celebration of Daniel's life after he passed so suddenly.  She listened to each of our passages as we waited to hear what could have caused the unexpected passing of our beloved boy. She grieved his loss with us. She celebrated with us when our daughter bought her own home.  She cared about people and was always there for them.   Over the years we got to know her wonderful Dad, her children, and her grandchildren.  Without her, this place will be a little less colorful, and a lot less loving.






                 In the last eight weeks, her father and brother had passed and it seems as if God had made arrangements for them and was calling them home.   She loved America and was concerned about many of the changes we have seen in the past number of years. She saw a lot of people and families leave this area during what is now called "The Great Recession".  There was even talk of closing this lovely rural post office and having us all drive even farther to get mail.     I missed her funeral because it occurred before I knew of her passing, however several of my friends, my family and I would have liked to have paid our respects.   I think she knew how much she was treasured though.   I once gave her a Mr. Coffee machine for the post office at Christmas.  She liked costume jewelry, and I gave her some at Christmas and on her birthdays.  My family and I were present for her at her Dad's funeral recently, and I think she appreciated that. He too was a remarkable man.

                 Treasure your friends, your extended family and your family.   The mission to Earth that each of us are sent to, often ends suddenly.  Make sure that the people you care for, know how important they are.  Take them to lunch !






                 My friend, I thank you for being who you are.  I thank you for being the kind woman you always were to everyone.  I thank you for sharing your sense of humor.  I thank you for being the best post mistress we could have had.   I thank you for being a wonderful part of Daniel's life.  You will be remembered, and oh, how you will be missed !

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Take a Look

              




         Daniel, I often think about how you would have progressed here on Earth had you remained here, rather than having gone with God at age twelve and a half, now five years ago.   I knew a fair bit about your likes and dislikes then, but it saddens me just a little to think that I might not know what you would like had you remained here. I am your mother for all time, and you are my child for all time, and so, I will never stop caring about the things you like, the causes you choose to work for, the music, and your concerns and your charities here on Earth.  I know how much you enjoyed the Sonic computer games, and "Weird Al" Yankovic's parodies of songs.  I know how much you loved helping animals in need, and delivering food we bought at Sam's Club or Costco to the food bank.  There are more food banks in our county now.  You would have to rotate your attentions and supplies to them now. You would also be surprised at how inflation has increased the price of food.

                  By now you would be eighteen.  Your friend Jordan has a girlfriend now, and I think you probably would too.  So much about you would have changed and likely embraced more of the world around you.   When you were here you weren't a big fan of female singers but I think that as you grew that might have changed.  I know that you were a fan of many genres, particularly if the work itself was well done.   I believe that you are able to see this blog, and for this reason I wanted to offer you a look at a video I discovered yesterday.     This is a Canadian musical artist who obviously has quite a background in dance and choreography from her video.   I remember that you were definitely not a fan of High School Musical, but perhaps the artistry and the writing of this song seems better to you.   As you might guess, I think she is very good.  Her name for musical endeavors is Kiesza.    For everyone else, Kiesa Rae Ellestadt, born in 1989, was a young Canadian Naval Reserve officer who got a scholarship to attend music school in Canada.  She has also attended music school afterward in the US.  An adventurous spirit with a gift for songwriting and poetry, she now works in New York and in London.  I think this young woman is one to watch.






The Man Hit By a Car While Riding His Bicycle

         


               It's strange how the days leading up to the loss of Daniel, and the weeks and even months afterward have been captured in my mind in great detail with a great deal of accuracy.  I wonder sometimes if this is true of others who experience a life changing incident.   I have concluded that it may be true for some, but not all.
            When Daniel died so suddenly in late November of 2008, the days which followed turned very cold.  I remember shivering at the "Celebration of His Life" and turning the heat on in the house for the first time that season.  So much of that time was surreal and like a nightmare.  I think I coped by ensuring that I was as busy as possible. If you keep on running, perhaps the grief won't know where to find you, and might not hit you with full force.    Since we live forty to fifty miles from anything, we spend a fair amount of time driving anyway. I remember driving and thinking a great deal in the weeks which followed the funeral.  Daniel's funeral had been in the beginning of December, and several weeks later, we were nearing a sterile Christmas.  Since Daniel had bought presents ahead of time for everyone, I was determined to make this a celebrated Christmas for our other children.   I knew it wouldn't be a fantastic one, but I was settling for a salvaged one. For this reason, I was on the road in the car even more than usual, buying presents that had special meaning and this too increased my travels.   About a week before Christmas, it once again warmed up outside, which happens here quite often in Virginia.  I was returning on a country road from one of the cities which is about fifty miles from us.  I slowed, as the traffic up ahead did.  The church in that area runs a Christmas festival each year and during the festival, always makes the two lane road rather busy, as it was that evening.  As I slowed and watched ahead, I saw a man with long hair riding a bicycle.  He was riding much the way a child does, and in a split second, he was hit by a car and knocked into a mailbox.  Without thinking much, I pulled into the nearest driveway and went over to him.  After all, after doing CPR on my son, and having the medical helicopter come and have been unable to save him, what more could I see that would disturb me ?    Another driver who stopped said he had called 911.    I sat with the man who was lying in the gravel at the roadside.   He was crying a bit like a child, but also in much the way many of us would be given the circumstances.  His first concern was that I move the bicycle from the road. The man whose driveway I occupied, moved it and promised to hold onto it for him until he returned to get it, as the man who was hit would be leaving the property in an ambulance.  The man who was hit was about thirty.  He asked me if I thought his pelvis was broken.  I told him that he should sit very still and not move around until he had been assessed at the hospital.  I told him that scans would need to be done to rule out any injuries. There were no obvious fractures or obvious injuries.  Then, I took his pulse. It was completely regular and only about 78 beats per minute.  For a moment, I was just a sliver angry with him.  How could he be hit by a car and have a completely regular pulse of only 78 ?  My own pulse was likely 90 at the time.  Daniel wasn't hit by a car, and he was dead !  Where is the sense in that ?    The man started to get upset at the fact that the woman had hit him, although the people who had gathered who included a couple of witnesses thought that he had been the one who at dusk didn't have bicycle lights and was riding on a busy two lane road erratically.  I spoke calmly and clearly to him telling him that he was okay, and that he had a slow and regular pulse. He would need to be assessed at the hospital but he was able to feel and move his toes and feet, and at one point moved slightly as he was lying in gravel, and this alone was uncomfortable.  Then an ambulance arrived and searched for a place to park. A deputy sheriff arrived at about the same time.  When the ambulance took over, neither they or the deputy asked for my name, even though I was a witness.   I remember getting back in my car and waiting a long time before the road was clear enough for me to leave.  I never heard anything directly about the accident again. I believe the man who was hit to likely have only minor injuries as his pulse remained about the same in the fifteen or twenty minutes I monitored him.

               I have often thought it strange that even after such a terrible loss myself, one that changed my life forever, that  stopping at the scene of an accident to help was still simply automatic. I didn't even consider driving on ahead, even though there were plenty of people there, and the sheriff's office had been directing traffic at the festival, and most of them in that county are also EMT trained.

              It isn't fair that Daniel developed an apparent arrhythmia which took his life with no obvious precipitating factors.  It isn't fair that a man in his thirties riding erratically on a bicycle gets hit, and then doesn't even have the expected rise in pulse from the adrenalin we might expect, let alone any clear injuries.  I used to tell my kids that life isn't fair, and often we can't really look for it to be.   Somehow this was of little consolation at that time.

             The following week, I asked a friend of mine who is an EMT what she knew of the man who was hit by the car.  She told me that he was treated and released from the Emergency Room.  Life certainly does go on, no matter what the losses we might personally endure might be.








Wednesday, June 11, 2014

House Majority Leader, Eric Cantor Loses His Seat in Congress


            

Eric will not return to Congress for an eighth term.




         I remember the Summer of 2008 as if it were a month or two ago.   I attended a Republican fundraiser at a large farm in which a number of political dignitaries were in attendance. As a homeschooling family,  I used to bring our children to events such as these, in part because it teaches them things about politics, politeness, and social skills. Too often children see themselves as inhabitants of a parallel universe distinct and separate from political people, when it point of fact they are not.   Since the other kids were in college, Daniel attending this particular event  with me.
        Daniel, who was twelve,  was his usual articulate self, and when he met Eric Cantor, he explained how the bank bailouts as planned, were counter to the way capitalism works.  Eric Cantor was gracious to Daniel and explained that the bank bailouts would have to occur because the damage to the economy could be catastrophic if they did not.   Daniel told him that a bank that made bad business decisions should fail, and then the people employed by those banks would start new smaller banks which took fewer risks, and that capitalism is in fact, self cleaning,  but Congressman Cantor wasn't buying.

          Only a few months later, when Daniel died, so unexpectedly, I did notify Eric Cantor that the child who at 12 1/2 had so articulately spoken politics with him, was gone.  I hoped he would remember him, and perhaps even shed some light on why our local government had refused to pay for an autopsy on a completely unexpected death.  Our family was left procuring one ourselves and agreeing to pay for it.    Eric Cantor's office never responded despite the fact that our family had met him many times and that we had worked to help him be elected in 2000.

                    When Daniel died, so much of the world seemed to go sideways.  An unqualified man was elected to the presidency.   Our new president spent money like water.  He ate lobster in Wyoming and beef in Maine.  One problem after another ensued including a continuing deteriorating economy.  Anyone who questioned the actions of the regime was accused of racism when we were criticizing actions not ethnicity.   "Cash for Clunkers" came and went.   "Shovel Ready Jobs" were coming and never did.   More and more of our friends lost their jobs, and often their homes just after. Our friends who kept their homes found them worth only about half of their initial expenditure. Selling a home in order to take another job in another part of the country sometimes meant walking away and trashing their credit entirely.    Our children graduated from universities with debt from college, and did not find jobs.  A half baked expensive health program fashioned as a precursor to National Health came in. The "Affordable Care Act" wasn't affordable at all.   Some of the people we knew lost their health insurance entirely.  Business after business closed.    The government began buying millions of dollars worth of ammunition for all of its federal agencies, and it became difficult to buy many types if you were the general public.  More and more late night, holiday and weekend actions by the executive branch continued to erode the US Constitution.   There is talk of granting amnesty to illegal aliens when many Americans born here who would take ANY job, still can't find one.  Some of our own people have been looking for work for years.  

                 More food banks appeared and most are regularly empty. More and more middle class families have been depending upon them.  Businesses close, and more Goodwill stores have opened.   Through all this time, we continued to do what we believe genuine patriots do.  We did not demonstrate anywhere, however we wrote constant letters to our Congressman Cantor and to our Senators.  We explained why we were concerned about the debt load of the United States.  We asked that Obamacare not be funded. We don't want our state's Medicaid expanded.   From Senator Mark Warner we received letters back saying that he would do his best to clamp down on guns when our letter had been concerned with our retaining our gun rights, particularly in a rural area.  He and his staff didn't even really read our letter.  Our letters back from Senator Tim Kaine sounded as if they had come from a socialist.   We had hoped Eric Cantor, our Congressman, would work to lead the charge to rescind Obamacare.  We hoped that he would be a part of the group who tried to curtail runaway governmental spending.  This never happened.   As nice a man as Eric Cantor is, he seemed completely out of touch with the wishes of his constituency.

                Today when the Republican Primary took place our family went down to the polling station and we voted for the  professor of economics who is opposing Eric Cantor.   It broke our hearts to vote against the person we had worked for all those years ago.  However, things in the US are going so badly that we need people strong enough to oppose the present regime, not appease it.    This week the present regime paid money and traded five Taliban members in exchange for a man who deserted our troops.  This was unwise, but it was also illegal because proper notifications were not given to Congress.   We have long since moved squarely into impeachment territory, yet we don't have men courageous enough to tackle these problems in our Congress.

            I know that Eric Cantor may well have been the next Speaker of the House.   I know that the votes of my family do make a difference.  I just heard that Eric Cantor lost his eighth bid to be returned to Congress.     I grieve for him and his family.    I also grieve for mine.   I pray that whomever does return to Congress on our behalf has the starch to speak honestly and with fiscal responsibility.     Daniel,  I did my best.



Sunday, May 18, 2014

Graduation 2014

                     



   This week was filled with the busy whir of multiple graduations.   One of Daniel's brothers (our son Matt) graduated from college, as did one of Daniel's friends.  It still hurts unexpectedly when a friend or contemporary of Daniel's reaches a milestone here on Earth that Daniel will never reach here. During the reception afterward, we saw many people who had met or knew Daniel. I wonder if I will ever attend a graduation reception without thinking how much Daniel would have enjoyed it.    Most of the time I can summon the mettle to tell myself that God has a plan and that Daniel achieves great things in our next life, and also that Daniel was always God's to call. Sometimes the sorrow catches us unexpectedly, especially during life's milestones, particularly those of his siblings.   Certainly, if I, a mere human woman, understands how fine a person Daniel was from his time here, then God would know also.

                           So I persist in this strange world, doing my best and raising our remaining family and our animals as best I can.   Daniel's brother who graduated this week will be going to yet another university for an additional degree. With the economy persisting in tatters and jobs as scarce as hen's teeth,  this is probably a very good idea.

         

                         

                     And so now, a Summer break begins.    Appreciate the family you have left with you. Keep them safe this Summer, and enjoy the days we all have remaining.  I will try to do the same.




Thursday, May 15, 2014

Meet Nancy Capelle

            
Nancy Capelle, EMT, CET





         I usually discuss sudden cardiac arrests as they apply to Sudden Cardiac Arrhythmias, or heart rhythm disturbances.  Today I would like to tell you about another type of cardiac issue which can also cause arrhythmia and sudden death.

               Nancy Capelle was a Connecticut wife and mother who commuted to a job in the corporate world. She loved her job and it meant a good deal to her.  One day, at only forty, while she was home with her two young daughters, she developed some chest pains.  Nancy is an educated woman, and had a history of esophageal spasm, which in itself can be quite uncomfortable, and so she sat at the computer expecting this to pass.  Her chest pain continued to radiate to the back, and to her left arm and to her jaw.  She was a healthy, beautiful woman of forty, who was of normal weight, and who liked to run for recreation with her husband.  She googled her symptoms before eventually calling an ambulance.  Nancy experienced a full cardiac arrest in the ambulance while the ambulance turned out of her driveway.  A diligent paramedic first tried a precordial thump, which was ineffective and then used a hospital grade defibrillator which saved Nancy's life. 

               The cause of Nancy's cardiac arrest was not high cholesterol, or a bad diet, or stress, but is something called spontaneous coronary artery dissection  (SCAD)       SCAD afflicts women 80% of the time, and has a 70% mortality rate.  Yes, that's correct. 70% of the time, afflicted patients die.

             Fortunately for everyone, as a result of her experience, Nancy has devoted herself no longer to the corporate world, but to CPR, AED education and to educating others concerning cardiac sudden death of all varieties.  Nancy is now a motivational speaker and the founder of Cardiac Companion LLC.

             If anyone, particularly those in the US Northeast would like to talk to Nancy, for television or radio appearances, or as an excellent organizational or corporate speaker, this is contact information for her.  I think Daniel would wholeheartedly approve of the manner in which she is spending her time !

  

Monday, May 12, 2014

On Mother's Day

          



        I have explained in the past that Mother's Day, even before Daniel's passing never held any particular fascination for me.  I believe, as my own mother did, that I should be treated with respect and consideration the year round, and not simply honored on one allocated day.  I already have a birthday, and my family values me already.  The meager offerings of a child should therefore be spent on things they need.  Of course, following Daniel's sudden and unexpected departure, Mother's Day became a day of endurance and often, of sorrow.  Since most of our kids are grown or near it, they have each chosen to do something to perhaps soften the difficulty of the day.  I received a private recognition from each of my children.  My husband busied himself doing some chores I needed done here on the farm, and I spent the day doing exactly what I wanted to at home, which entailed organizing my disaster supply room. (Something I really need to be doing as it entails giving some things to my daughter at her home, and both rotating some stock and using other items.)   When I was finished, I spent extra time with the dogs and the horses and the alpacas.   This day, there were no tears. It was calm and I mothered both people and animals.

           My balance was upset very slightly this morning when a friend sent me an article written by a Harvard pediatrician who had lost a son.  I read her thoughts about how difficult a day it is and how she copes.  With that, the tears came. Oddly, what I took from it is that even a Harvard pediatrician can lose her child.   I suppose that in the deepest recesses of my mind I have wondered that if I had stuck to my original plan of being a physician, that I would somehow have detected Daniel's predilection for arrhythmia and sudden death and somehow have interceded.  Perhaps I have wondered that if by being a nurse, I missed the snippet of information that would have allowed me to prevent Daniel's gorgeous light of a life slip through my CPR performing hands on the bathroom floor on that terrible, terrible day five and a half years ago now.  Perhaps a pediatrician losing her child is the nod I need to realize that sometimes terrible things simply happen in this life no matter how much we love someone, and no matter how much we would be willing to do to keep them here on Earth with us.

            I hope your day was pleasant, or at least without palpable sobs.  Most years will be better.
            

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Happy Eighteenth Birthday, Daniel

  




  If we had been lucky enough to have Daniel remain on Earth, this week he would have been eighteen years old.  Daniel, we have spent six Christmases without your being here in the flesh and five of your last birthdays without your smiling face. We celebrated these holidays quietly, but we still celebrated them. There are so many things I would like to have done, and had you with me while we were doing them.



Perhaps by now you would have grown in to liking sushi !



          You were so bright at 12 1/2 and had been looking at colleges with an eye to going early. I find it hard to imagine what you might be doing now had you stayed.  Perhaps you would be working on a Ph d by now.
In any event, as you know, we are all still here. We still celebrate your birthdays and the holidays with a cake and a quiet family celebration.  Please know that you are loved and remembered by your people who remain on Earth.  I love you, Bug.


Happy 18th Daniel !



 
A cake of the cosmos is probably the most fitting.



Last evening, I remembered you by making a yellow Bundt cake, and then when it was out of the pan, drizzling it with lots of lemon curd.  Your siblings thoroughly enjoyed it.


Once cooled and thickened, lemon curd makes an excellent topping to cakes and cheesecakes or as a generous glaze to a Bundt cake.  I know you would have loved this.


Daniel would want me to give you a recipe for the British Standard Lemon Curd:
    (No, you really don't need salt)


  • 3 oz. (6 Tbs.) unsalted butter, softened at room temperature
  • 3/4cup sugar-1 cup depending upon taste
  • 2 large eggs
  • 2 large egg yolks
  • 2/3 cup fresh lemon juice
  • 1 tsp. grated lemon zest 

Using a carrot peeler, remove the zest of 3 lemons. . Put the zest in a food processor fitted with the steel blade. Add the sugar and pulse until the zest is very finely minced into the sugar.

Cream the butter and beat in the sugar and lemon mixture. Mix the eggs with a fork and add them to the mixture. one at a time, and then add the lemon juice. . Mix until combined.

Pour the mixture into a 2 quart saucepan and cook over low heat until thickened (about 10 minutes), stirring constantly. The lemon curd will thicken at about 170 degrees F, or just below simmer. Remove from the heat and cool and then refrigerate.   I have done this very carefully using a microwave.   A percentage of the thickening does occur while cooling.

This is an excellent drizzle for shortbread, scones, pound cake, pastry tarts, cheesecake, and is divine on pancakes.


Calories per tablespoon: About 50

    Happy Birthday, Daniel !







I don't believe that Daniel ever heard the music of Sarah Slean, but she has a straight shot to some of the music of Heaven.