Wednesday, November 9, 2011


So many fun adventures, trips and memories have been made since the last post that I want to find time to blog about! But, right now there really is just one very, very special memory standing out above the rest...

My nephew Cannon Lowell Crumpton was born on April 20, 2011. This picture makes me smile and hold back tears simultaneously because it's one of the few times I ever got the privilege of holding this sweet little piece of heaven during his four months of life here on earth.

Really though, I'll cherish these pictures forever. Cannon's entire life, from his first breath to his last, was a miracle. My sister Jasmine recounted his life story best at his funeral and shared it on her blog here. It's impossible for me to make it through that whole post without crying, but at the same time, I love reading it over and over again. I love remembering Cannon and looking forward to the day I get to see him again.

I loved when my sister read from the book, "Oh, the Places You'll Go," by Dr. Seuss. It melted my heart and will FOREVER make me think of Cannon: how special he is, how tough he was to suffer through as much as he did for as long as he did, and how valiant and great the work he has been called to do on the other side must be. I'm posting the entire Seuss story below...yes I loved it THAT much. Every word.

Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.
And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.
Oh! The Places You’ll Go!
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
No! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t.
I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.
All Alone!
Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.
Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!
As much of a fighter I know Cannon was, I can't imagine how much he must miss his mommy and daddy. I've honestly never witnessed so much love, patience and gratitude as I did from Jazz and Rod with baby Cannon. I love this picture of my sis and him so much!

I have always loved the song, "Lullaby" by the Dixie Chicks, but now I love it even more because it makes me think of my sister and her precious little baby...and the reality of FOREVER.

Who would have ever guessed that a person could find a hero in a 4 month-old? Without question, I did.
Love you so much little one! Can't wait to see you again :).


Makay said...

This was precious, and brought tears to my eyes...

Jamie Ericksen said...

Thanks Anais. Now I am bawling sitting at my desk at work.
What an amazing inspirational post.

Jazz and Rod said...

Had to check your post again when I got back from CR. Cannon loves you, I love you.
Chadge looks so irresponsible "holding" our baby...hehe.

Craig + Keri said...


I love you. This post was beautiful.


Log and Annie Pearce said...

I just found your blog! This is the most precious thing ever! What a perfect poem for him I'm sure he was/is just AMAZING! I love that picture of him and your sister.