Monday, June 22, 2009

Father Day 2009



As with every Fathers Day, I began the day by visiting my first son, Jesse, at the cemetery, and my father also, who died in '98, four years after Jesse. It's a sad though necessary way to begin the day. Their graves are just feet apart, my father overlooking my son. I still miss them both terribly, and will never forget for an instant what they meant and still mean to me. Losing my father was a difficult though natural part of life, but losing my son was a blow I'll never get over. My first. My boy.

Later I helped my wife and second son, Daniel (7), put together an adjustable, portable basketball hoop, backboard, and pole, a gift for his excellent performance in school, and because he just joined a summer basketball league. My 2 year old daughter watched from the swing, or crawled around on the grass, enjoying herself thoroughly. Daniel had a lot of fun playing basketball afterwards (we also got him a nice new ball).

After that I rested, and then celebrated the day with a little gift opening ceremony with my little family. All in all, it wasn't a bad day. I usually hate Fathers Day since it's such a reminder of not having Jesse there. I need to learn better how to enjoy what I have and not dwell on what I've lost. It's hard, he's so everpresent in my thoughts. I miss you, Jesse. Rest in peace.

I love you always,

Your Daddy

Friday, November 14, 2008

Child


He was just playing around.
His actions were in no way borne of a desire to be released from despair.
He was ignorant of his new toy.
He’d thought that the chamber was going to revolve after the squeeze of his finger, not during.
It was the last mistake he ever made.
Those who were with him at the time said he was smiling.
He had a beautiful smile.
He was a handsome young man.
A man he was termed because he was eighteen, though he was really just a child.
My child.

Letter to Governor Schwarzenegger re Education Cuts


I am the father of a disabled 2 year old baby girl. She is the sweetest, most lovable child, but she was born with Cri-du-chat, a genetic malformity, where part of her fifth chromosome is missing, leaving her physically and mentally disabled for the rest of her life. I thought I would enlighten you, Governor Schwarzenegger, about how her daily struggles are our daily challenges, and how your education cuts are going to affect her, us, and indeed the entire state of California.

Being the parent of a disabled child means that on top of being a full time father, and physically disabled myself with CREST Syndrome and Degenerative Disc Disease, my wife and I have to be our daughter’s physical therapist, occupational therapist, speech therapist, and child development specialist. It means constant visits to numerous doctors in an attempt to give her a decent life. And in between therapies and doctors and duties at home, my wife and I also have to try to find a few minutes to ourselves, just so that we won’t go crazy and take it out on our healthy son, who doesn’t understand why his parents are always so tired.

And then we found a miracle, in the form of our local Regional Center. These dedicated people came to our aid, assisting with our daughter’s therapies, finding us counseling, and even respite care, to allow us to catch our breath. Your education cuts are threatening to put an end to our new found hope that our daughter would, one day, be able to go to a regular school and grow up to be a contributing member of society.

You might want to turn to the words of another Republican who declared that no child should be left behind, not no child should be left behind as long as he or she is not disabled.

Education means a better future for California. Education reduces crime, as educated people can find jobs to support themselves. It ensures kids have a safe place to be, instead of the streets, joining gangs. Education means fewer health problems, as educated people take better care of themselves, and have jobs that allow them health insurance. Education means a better economy, higher per capita income, and thus higher tax revenues. Educated people start businesses, become entrepreneurs, creating more jobs.

I am very sad to learn that the governor of the strongest state in the Union is selling her future so easily, and without any shame or remorse.

It is sad to see how little we have learned in the past 70 years. When the Nazis came into power, the first ones they came after were not the Jews or the Gypsies, it was the disabled, as they were the easiest targets. I am ashamed that you choose to do the same. Children, especially the disabled ones, are always easy targets for bullies. They can’t vote. Their cry for better education, for a better future, seems to stop at your doorstep. But here is the one difference between Germany of the 1930’s and California of the 2000’s. Here we still have a democratic system, and children, even disabled children, have parents who can vote. And those parents have extended families who can vote. And I am going to make sure that this letter reaches as many families as possible, so come next election, people like you, who, like Yertle the Turtle, aim to reach so high they forget those at the bottom, will be brought down by “Macs” like me. Hopefully, together, we will be able to replace people with such narrow vision with those who believe we should invest in our children, invest in our future, invest in our state. All our children, healthy and disabled alike.

I am ashamed that you are the face of this state I love so much.

Ronald B. Wenick
Father of a disabled child.

Monday, August 11, 2008

In the Words of Salim Nourallah


another day is here

just like all of the rest
nothing special at all
the sun comes up
we wake up
eat our breakfast
go to work
come home
make dinner
watch some tv
read a few chapters in a book
go to sleep
it comes and goes like so many others
no big deal

but somewhere else
for someone else
monday august 11 is not just another day

august 11 is the birthday of jesse wenick
my friend ron's son
jesse is gone now
and for those that loved him
today is a day of deep despair

i can't even begin to comprehend the agony
that a parent who has lost a child goes through
it is a nightmare with no rival
i have only caught a glimpse of it
and it scared me like nothing i have ever imagined
i wish i could erase all of your pain ron
or fall on it like a hand grenade
take it away from you so that you'd never have to feel it again
i wish i could...
but in your pain the love for your son lives on
a love greater than most will ever feel
remember him today as he was
and as you loved him
this life is a mystery my friend
we have no idea where we're going to
and i pray that in your journey
you will see your son again
somewhere
somehow
you will be reunited with him
a father and son together again
like they should be

without hope there is only the darkness
please hang on



with love -


s