Most days I'm so grateful that I was given such an amazing gift, even if it was for such a short time. He was the gentlest of souls, wise and loving. And he taught me so much about life, I love him and I miss him everyday.
As time started to pass, I really started to worry that people would forget Blake. I knew that I never would, and that my family would always remember him, but I wanted his lessons and memory to have a bigger impact. The following year, I participated in the Cares for Kids Radiothon benefiting the Alberta Children's Hospital. It was a very healing experience for me, and to this day, if I think I'm having a bad day, I listen to the piece from the radiothon to help me put my "bad" day in perspective. I'd like to share the radiothon piece with you now.
Before the radiothon we had actually already started a collection for the Children's Hospital, something we ended up calling "Nickels for Blake". My cousins, Austin and Matt, were having a hard time with understanding how someone younger than them could pass away. And my Aunt and Uncle did a great job and explained things to them, and out of that conversation, they determined that a found penny would be a message from Grandma, and a found nickel would be Blake's way of saying hello.
I have found more nickels over the last 6 years than any other coin - considerably more. In fact, I almost never find anything other than a nickel, and I have a special jar just for those messages from Blake. Some of the stories are incredible, but a recent one, that I love goes like this. Sloan's first night was pretty much sleepless, Sloan and I had rocked and walked in every room of the house. And when he finally fell asleep it was on my chest on the couch in the living room. And there we stayed. The next morning, as the sun started to shine into the living room, I noticed something shiny on the chair next to the couch. I truly thought I was halicunating from the lack of sleep. But there right in the middle of the chair was a shiny nickel, and not just any nickel, a nickel minted in 2005 - the same year Blake was born and passed away.
In the begining when things like this happened, I would fight it, look for some explaination, and then I would cry, and cry and cry. Now I can just take a photo of the nickel, and tell Blake right back that I love him.
The Nickels have truly taken on a life of their own. My friends and family have been saving nickels (or just making a donation) for almost 6 years now. And in the last 5 years alone, the Alberta Children's Hospital has been gifted almost $80,000 in Blake's name, not counting the radiothon or initial donations.
My Uncle Merv and Auntie Mona have played a huge role in this gift. They have hosted a poker tournament for their customers, and every year the proceeds of the tournament have gone to the hospital in Blake's name. The tournament was held on March 6 this year and raised $13,560 in one afternoon, bringing their contribution to over $49,500.
I want to say thank you to everyone who has donated this year, and in years past. It's a wonderful legacy for Blake, and helps his Mom to know people haven't forgotten him. And I truly believe it couldn't be going to a better spot.
Love,
Julie
