Three months my darling. I can't tell you how much I miss you.

Since This blog has been

dedicated to Kris's journey for the past 18 months, I cannot bring myself to post anything else on it right now.
I am posting at my fluff blog right now. You can find me at http://yestheyareallmine-mom.blogspot.com/

Cross Kris made for her church.  She welded a bed frame together for the shape and filled it in with broken mirrors. The stain glass effect is because it is reflecting the window on the opposite wall. It is about 6 feet tall.

Kris and her Grandma. Shortly before Grandma passed away and a couple of months before we found out Kris was sick again.

Please come visit me there.  Leave me a comment so I know you have been there. I do enjoy visiting with you.
Yes, They are all Mine

She is dancing with the Angels

Kris and Joseph June 21, 1990

I love you mom.  Brandyn and Kris

Kris giving her sister Tricia a bottle

Kris and her dad.  The snowman she made for him to put in front of his office during the Christmas Season

She packed as much living as she could into her last 18 months.  Zip lining on Camano Island.

Disney World

River rafting with the family.  Kris and Andrew in the front.

She bought this truck before she knew she was sick again.  It was  trashed.  She had begun working on it  but once she was sick she could no longer.  Joseph worked very hard to finish it so she could get some enjoyment from it before she left us.  She loved tooling around her little town in it.

Kris and Brandyn

She had lots of fun with her bald head.

Picking berries.

She lived her life to the very fullest.  She loved her family with a love that can not be duplicated.  Her love for Jesus is unparalleled.  To say there is a hole in our hearts in an understatement.  Tomorrow we will hold a celebration of her life. I found this poem a few weeks ago and saved it for just this time.  It is called the Broken Chain by Ron Tranmer.  He wrote it one day when his family suffered an unexpected loss. Because we knew this was coming, I changed just one word in it.

We all knew that day,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.

You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide.
And although we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.

Kristina Colleen Rosebrook Eberle

May 9, 1970

January 9, 2013

I can hardly wait my darling daughter until we start to link back up again in heaven.

ANGEL

I CAN'T FIND YOU!!  ARE YOU STILL AROUND?  I TRIED TO E-MAIL YOU BUT IT CAME BACK TO ME.  PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHERE YOU ARE BLOGGING.  MISS YOU.

It has been a long time

Lots of reasons.  No computer, busy, did not feel like blogging. Take your pick.  But tonight, I have an update on my Kris.  It is not a happy one and I am asking those of you who may read this to please continue to hold her up in prayer.

Okay, I'll say it.

by Kris Rosebrook Eberle on Saturday, September 15, 2012 at 9:19pm ·

I'm a wreck. Two months off of chemo was supposed to be the best vacation ever! It was so nice the first couple of weeks not to feel nauseous. Joe has had most of that time off of work. We kept busy, going from one project or adventure to another. Camping, street fairs, motorcycle riding, Silverwood, zip lining, car shows, swap meets, garage sales. Driving lil' green, boating/fishing/napping, yard work. We were very busy. We had a great time and there are so many pictures to prove it......
The down times have been hard. Really hard. My body is almost always in excruciating pain. Pain management thus far has been a huge failure. Mostly because I have refused to take the drugs that are supposed to keep the pain in check. I do not like what they do to me. I do not like to sit in a zombie state. I feel like a gooey blob stoned stupid. I do not like it.
1 week later....
My pain had become to much to bare. Had a chat with my Dr. and we agreed it was past time to increase my meds. I spent the entire week in a drugged stupor, crying my eyes out, studdering, shaking, sleeping and still in pain. I'm coming around though. Today I got out of bed, showered and ready for a productive day. Maybe tomorrow I can do all of that and then something productive.
Tuesday I go to see the Dr. and get results from my last bone and cat scans.
Please pray for my attitude. It's bad. While much of what I feel is justifiable it is not the attitude I want. I know that God is in control and ulitmately I want to see Him glorified through this dreaded disease; I just wish it was all not so tough to deal with.

She can laugh at herself. What a blessing..

Frequently I get wrong number texts. Today I got one that said, "Hey, Where do you get waxed? I know u told me at one time, just can't remember and how much do they charge?" My reply via picture message: "HARRISON ONCOLOGY. I would not recommend it. Oh, and I think you have the wrong #." I know, bad. But I could not help myself and it made me laugh all day!

She is so beautiful. Inside and out.