Noah was an adorable, irrepressible little rascal. You never knew what was going to come out of this gorgeous mouth of his but you could safely bet it would be something impish and often, a bit fresh. He had an answer to everything. Last month I flew in from Seattle for his and his twin sister’s birthday. One of his presents was a big Lego Star Wars spaceship and we spent most of the following afternoon, a Sunday, assembling it. I am truly not a Lego expert, so we followed the instructions very closely, or at least I did. Noah was more inclined to wing it. When the next piece wouldn’t fit on what he had built, I would tell him: “Noah, that one isn’t right” and the first words out of his mouth would be: “Yes, it is”. He knew it wasn’t but he just had to argue. He was a born arguer and funny too. One day last summer his mom had to admonish him and she told him sternly: “Noah, I don’t want another peep out of your mouth”. He replied without a pause: “What about a poop?” It was so unexpected that she couldn’t help it and burst out laughing. They hugged and all was well again. She could never stay mad at him very long. Nobody could.
The same week we celebrated the twins’ birthday was the week of the book fair and parent-teacher conferences at their school. I went with Veronique and the three kids and while their mom was with their teachers, we went to buy books and they took turns reading aloud to each other and to me.
I hadn’t seen the kids since August and we had a lot of catching up to do in terms of hugs and kisses and jokes and stories. The hour spent there with them is simply a wonderful memory. When Veronique emerged from the conference with Noah’s teacher, she had a smile on her face: the teacher said that Noah excelled in all subjects but that he was… a bit fresh. That’s our Noah!
To protect what is left of their privacy, I am not posting pictures of Noah’s siblings, which means that I have many less pictures to share with you than I would like. But it wouldn’t be fair to the two girls. I just want to say that Noah is still very much with them: they don’t talk about the tragedy but they talk about their brother as if he were alive although they know he isn’t coming back. At least Sophia does, I am not sure about Arielle. Those three were an extraordinary team. Noah is still very much part of it. We’ll find a way to make his spirit grow with his sisters and always be there for them. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
It is okay to comment but please no sadness. Tell us something about Noah, share stories of your kids, point us towards good books, good movies, good songs, anything that might help the girls grieve and grow or simply laugh, sing and dance their way back to a normal life. Thank you!