A Remembrance Video of Mattie

Thank you for keeping Mattie's memory alive!

Dear Mattie Blog Readers,

It means a great deal to me that you take the time to write and to share your thoughts, feelings, and reflections on Mattie's battle and death. Your messages are very meaningful and help support me through very challenging times. I am forever grateful. As my readers know, I promised to write the blog for a year after Mattie's death, which would mean that I could technically have stopped writing on September 9, 2010. However, like my journey with grief there is so much that still needs to be processed and fortunately I have a willing support network still committed to reading. Therefore, the blog continues on. If I should find the need to stop writing, I assure you I will give you advanced notice. In the mean time, thank you for reading, thank you for having the courage to share this journey with me, and most importantly thank you for keeping Mattie's memory alive.


As Mattie would say, Ooga Booga (meaning, I LOVE YOU)! Vicki



December 2, 2025

Tuesday, December 2, 2025

Tuesday, December 2, 2025 -- Mattie died 822 weeks ago today.

Tonight's picture was taken in December of 2002. Mattie was 8 months old. It was our first snowfall for the season, but for Mattie it was the very first time he saw snow. I opened the front door of our home in the city and literally Mattie stopped in his tracks! He was fascinated by what he was seeing. To me this will always be a priceless photo, because life with Mattie was never boring! Seeing the world through his eyes was magical. 


Quote of the day: No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car. ~ August Strindberg


It was pouring this morning and everyone was moving slower in my house. But despite being exhausted, I had to get it together because my dad had his six month cardiology appointment. I continue to be concerned with my dad's breathing! Just moving from one place to another, his breathing is labored. Sometimes he even sounds like he is wheezing. So this was what I discussed today in his appointment. The doctor could hear fluid in his lungs, felt his ankles were swollen despite wearing compression socks, and in six months time, he has gained 10 pounds. The doctor feels that this weight is from fluid build up! Therefore, my dad will be starting a diuretic this week. I actually hate adding medication to his mix, as he is so sensitive and typically gets a bad reaction to everything he takes, but I understand the stress this extra fluid is placing on his heart. 

I have been working on the Foundation's December mass mailing for weeks now. It takes a lot of coordination to order the materials, get things printed out, print out labels (which drives me crazy every year), and stuff and assemble hundreds of envelopes. As of tonight, it is done, and I will drop this off at the post office tomorrow. 
I also loaded my car with candy and snack items. I am driving this bunch to the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda, MD tomorrow. This may not look like a lot of work, but I assure you processing all these donations, sorting them, carrying them, and delivering them isn't easy. In fact, as I was carrying these items through my house today to the car, I was saying in my head.... HOW IS IT THAT I AM DOING THIS ALONE? Where is my other half in all of this? I do not have the best spatial relations, but somehow I got it all in the car and ready to go tomorrow morning after I drop my dad off!

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