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Archive for June, 2007

In Memorium

Monday, June 11th, 2007

Natalie’s memorial service is over. It truly was uniquely a blogger’s send-off.
Her former pastor Brent spoke almost entirely in Nattie’s own words from this site. Her cousin Mark from Colorado Springs played the piano and sang the last song she posted here. Blogging buddies Heather and Joanne read a passage they had resurrected overnight from the crashed “Nattie Writes” on the Internet Archive. Another cousin, Laurie from Auberry, California, read several comments posted June 7 in response to the question on the W@H site–“What do you love about our Nattie Rose?” All brought laughs and tears in similar numbers.
Thank you to Nat’s Internet friends Valerie (Missouri), Joanne (Washington), Angie (Indiana), Cynthia (Illinois), Cheryl (Missouri), and Heather (Mississippi), who traveled to help us celebrate her life. We also appreciate the rest of you who joined us and our Natalie Rose, in spirit.
On a related note, the funeral director told me that the only person to get more guestbook entries on the Home’s website was Bill Gaither’s dad. Rock on, Nat!
I still do not intend to make this my blog, but I do have a few more things that I want to post in the not too distant future, so check back at your leisure.
Thank you for your prayers and good wishes.–Nattie’s Daddy

A few necessary details…

Friday, June 8th, 2007

A brief obituary and memorial arrangements are now posted. You may sign the guestbook, there, and/or leave comments, here.
As always, we thank you, sincerely, for all your thoughts, prayers, and expressions of concern.

Natalie Rose “Nattie” York

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

Natalie Rose

A precious gift from God,

delivered on

December 15, 1973;

returned to Heaven

June 7, 2007.

The Touch of a Hand

Tuesday, June 5th, 2007

(Dictated June 4, 2007, to Daddy)
Through this illness I have realizeed the importance of the gentle touch, whether it is rubbing hair away from forehead, or even the prick of a needle.
Yesterday I rerealized even more the value of the touch of a familiar hand.
My blood pressure dropped to zero. All I could see around me was white, and all I could smell were clinical smells. If not for the touch of my mother’s hand, tethering me to reality, I don’t know if I would be alive today.
As I gripped her hand fiercely, I also recognized how much her hands felt like her mom’s. Im sure I squeezed life from those little hands, but they were so precious to me–that link between Mother, Daughter and Granddaughter.
Those hands returned my squeeze, while their lips softly sang old Gaither tunes.
Never undereestimate the power of a gentle touch.

Weekend Update

Sunday, June 3rd, 2007

Natalie was transferred to ICU with an elevated heart rate early this (Sunday) morning. As she had a blood clot in her lung a couple of years ago, that was a concern. Accordingly, CT scans were ordered. Her mom also asked that they do abdominal X-rays in hopes of detremining the source of the back pain that has plagued her for almost a week.
Sorry this is rushed, but that is all that I know this morning.
Marie, and others: I cannot tell you here and now whether Nat would appreciate visitors, though my guess is probably not for at least a couple of days. The best thing I can tell you is, if you know where she is, call her room and talk to her mom. If she has stepped out of the room, please try again later. At thte very least, she will relay your message.
Thank you, everyone! Don’t stop praying now!–Nattie’s Daddy

Beauty for Ashes

Friday, June 1st, 2007

(Note: Although Nattie is still in the hospital in Indianapolis, she dictated the following this afternoon for her daddy to share with you.)
“While my mom was reading to me from my Bible, she came across a highlighted passage–Isaiah 61:3. There, God talks about trading pleasure for our pain, and to this truth I’ll hold.
“I have people praying for me from coast to coast and around the world. I want to thank you for being some of those people.
“No matter what happens, it’s going to be OK. This is just a twinkling of the eye, a mere moment of pain..In a little while we will all see our mourning traded for ‘oil of gladness.'”