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The race is on

Although the date is different, it was last year, as thousands sat on the west side of Indianapolis in eager anticipation of “The Greatest Spectacle in Racing” that a handful of others scattered around the world paced in hope of a good word from Indianapolis Methodist Hospital. Natalie had been in surgery since 8:00 a.m. When the word came, alas, it was not, “Gentlemen, start your engines!”
On this holiday we traditionally pause in remembrance of our nation’s military heroes. Today we remember the fight that Nattie put up in the face of insurmountable odds. A few days later, she would win the eternal prize.
Love you, girl…miss you more!

4 Responses to “The race is on”

  1. Jane Says:

    {{{{{{{Nattie’s Family}}}}}}}
    I wanted to tell you that I am thinking of you all today. Being a fellow Hoosier, I understand the link you feel with the day of Nattie’s surgery & Race Day. There have only been 3 months of my whole life that I did not live in Indiana.
    My entire life has been lived in this same state & in the same county. Far enough from Indy that it’s not ‘easy’ to go to the race, but close enough to be in the 50 mile radius black-out. I have never been to the race, & because of living too close, I have never even seen it live on TV. Like so many fellow Hoosiers, the race is a radio event. I remember it was on the radio when I was a child, & it is on the radio today, right now actually.
    Last year we spent the day outside, probably in & around the garden & the race was on the radio outside. But on that day I kept coming in the house to log on to the computer to check this site for updates on Nattie.
    I was so shocked when the update finally came.
    My whole family was praying for Nattie & all of you.
    I will always remember Nattie & all of you on Race Day. I’ll think of you all & remember your daughter/niece/mom/friend. I’ll think of all of you & pray for God to continue to comfort you all in the way that only He can.
    God bless you all.

  2. Anne Says:

    I clearly remember where I was when your text message came. (I still have it, btw.) We had taken a quick trip to NC for the weekend, hating to be gone, but needing to see the family there. We were all having lunch after church at a Mexican restaurant. Chaos, of course, with five little ones. We weren’t really expecting good news, given that they’d taken her to surgery on the Sunday of a holiday weekend. Nevertheless, we were grief-stricken when the word came that the surgery was unsuccessful. We’re still grief-stricken.

  3. Nattie's Mom Says:

    I remember too clearly those days. Thanks to my sister Marty, who made the trip with us to Methodist Hospital in Indy on Friday night, driving Nattie’s mother-in-law’s car (Karla), Marty and I slept on a squeeky roll away bed, and put 2 chairs together. Then on Sunday, Marty was with me as we waited for the surgery to be over. As the doctor walked toward us, Marty said, “I don’t like the look on his face.” Thanks also to my cousins, Becky, Naomi, and Carol who came to the hospital to pray with us, and lend their support. Yes, grief is a long process. Love you Natalie, and miss you very much.

  4. Liza's Eyeview Says:

    I will be directing a dearest friend of mine to this blog. I believe this will be an encouragement to her in time of grief and mourning.
    Nattie’s Dad … thank you for keeping Nattie’s blog. It continues to bless us.

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