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Happiest of happy days to my BFF, BBK! Love you, Bets.

Here are Bets and me in 10th grade. We actually met on the first day of 7th grade, approximately 197 years ago.

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And here are Bets, our other BFF since 7th grade, SJE and me, together at my wedding in 2006. We were the three musketeers in middle and high school :-)

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Love you guys :-)

Oct 072010
 

Henry and his Aunt Betsy, Great Smoky Mountains National Park

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I love so much the beautiful essay that dear Serge Bielanko wrote about my Henry today. I will treasure it always.

A snippet:

A Tennessee kid would have turned nineteen today. I never met him but I feel like I did. I’ve stared at him in pictures, his handsome face framed by a shock of thick dark hair, his thin frame usually wrapped up around his acoustic. He was the son of someone me and my wife met recently, someone who we like a lot. I cannot begin to understand her loss. No one can unless you’ve been there. Here’s hoping you haven’t.

Still, when I hear the tales of young men dying I think of that river somewhere way out there beyond the known sky. After the great big storm cloud of life melts away, after the whizzing bullets and the hydroplaning muscle cars and the dirty needles and the fistfights and the pills and the shitty cancers and leukemias and the bedroom nooses, all of it, after all of that slips away on the edge of a crisp afternoon breeze, what is left is this:

A young guy walking downstream, uncertainty in his gleaming eyes, headed right into the gaze of a kid who came before him. A good kid who’s been waiting to show a newbie around.

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For Henry. We’ll play guitars someday.

Thank you Serge. xoxo

 

Today was my birthday. It was my first birthday since Henry died at the beginning of the summer. It was the first birthday I’ve celebrated without Henry in 19 years.

I’d been dreading the day, and I planned to stay in bed or hide out as much as possible. I’d already told Jon and my sister that I didn’t want any kind of party or even mention made of the day. But things evolved and as it happened, there was a party at our house tonight for my birthday. It wasn’t huge and it wasn’t tiny. Only family and very close friends. It was the first party we’ve hosted since Henry died, and since we generally have people over all the time, that marked a major milestone for our family, and for me.

Henry loved parties and music. He would not have wanted me to stay in bed all day on my birthday. He would want me to have a birthday party. So we did. And it was wonderful seeing some of the people I love the most – my children, husband, mother and sister, nieces and dear friends. The party size was a good social re-emergence for me. I now feel like I could handle having a real party at our house, with more people. I still don’t know that I am ready to attend anyone else’s party, but tonight I made the first step by having people over last night.

My friends and family were SO generous in gifting me! My mother surprised me with a ring my paternal grandmother gave me to celebrate Henry’s birth. I wore it until I was pregnant with J, at which time my fingers swelled so much that one day, my fatrher had to cut the ring off my hand. The mangled ring has been in my mother’s jewelry box for the past 15 years. To be honest, I’d totally forgotten it existed. But my mother had it repaired and cleaned and she gave it to me as my surprise birthday gift tonight. Looking down at it on my finger, I remember slipping it on for the first time only a few days after Henry came home from the hospital, thinking how special it was to have a beautiful piece of jewelry to commemorate his birth. I am so glad to have it on my finger once again.

I also received a gorgeous scarf, a beautiful glass ornament for hanging, some terrific books, and from my friend Elaine, a bacon pie. Yes, a pie made entirely of delicious Benton’s bacon. I love it and can’t wait to consume it. Elaine rocks. My friend Julianne gave me a gorgeous new bag from her very own JulieApple line. Now I guess I have to give J’s JulieApple bag back to her ;-)

The most special gift I got was from c & M, my three oldest kids’ father and stepmother. They gave me a BEAUTIFULLY framed copy of a charcoal drawing of Henry that a family friend had given them on the day of Henry’s memorial service. It’s absolutely gorgeous, and I am so happy to have it to hang in our house, like the one that already hangs in the kids’ other house.

Here is the charcoal of Henry

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Earlier in the day, I spent several very emotional hours with the mother of another Knox County teenager – a beautiful 19 year old girl – who died of an apparent overdose on the same day Henry suffered the overdose that killed him – April 27, 2010. Like Henry, she was found in a strange house in another area of town with people her family didn’t know. The story told by those who were in the house where she was found doesn’t add up and is very short on details.  The mother has been unable to get the one other young person she knows for certain was with her daughter that night to return her calls.

On the day the police chaplain knocked on her mother’s door to tell her that her daughter was dead, she was promised a thorough and professional criminal investigation into the circumstances of her child’s death. Five months later, she’s yet to receive so much as a phone call from any investigator. She’s left numerous phone messages begging for someone in law enforcement to tell her what is going on, but no one has even returned her calls.

Worst of all, she still hasn’t seen her daughter’s autopsy or toxicology report. That’s why I say “apparent” overdose; all evidence the mother has points to an OD as the cause of death, but until she gets the autopsy report, she can’t know for sure. The mom calls the Medical Examiner’s office every week or two, asking for news on when she will have an autopsy and toxicology report, and she has been put off again and again. In the last call, the representative of the ME with whom she spoke told her that the toxicology report was still at a lab somewhere being processed, and the ME hadn’t yet found the time to transcribe her dictation from the autopsy performed on this teenage girl 5 months ago. She was curtly informed that it could be many more months before they have any information to share with her. Needless to say, this agonizing wait this mother for ANY information or support and help from authorities in finding out what killed her previously healthy college freshman daughter.

As we two moms met yesterday and cried and shared memories of our two children – both of them our firstborn – we both agreed that it says so much about the way overdoses are treated in our community that TWO Knox County teenagers were found dead/near death within two hours of one another on the same day, and yet no one has really noticed. If two teenagers had been found in two separate residences in the same city with fatal gunshot wounds, it would be a huge story and there would be a community outcry for an aggressive investigation.  If two teenagers in Knox County had been fatally injured by drunk drivers on the same day – within hours of each other, the media would pay attention.  If  the weapon involved had been a gun or a drunk driver behind the wheel, people would want the killer(s) caught and prosecuted before any other teenager became the next victim. But because the weapon in the case of my son and this woman’s daughter was a drug, the two dead teenagers in one day in one small city hasn’t even been noticed.   And sadly, what that means is that some other teenager WILL likely die at the hands of the people who provided the lethal, illegal drugs to these my son and this other mother’s daughter.

The only reason Henry’s case has gotten the media attention it has (which I really appreciate because it keeps people aware of the need for an investigation) is because I have been writing about it here. Otherwise, I really don’t think anyone in authority would have paid it any attention. In fact, I’m sure of that,  since the prosecutor with whom we met in August (the only face to face conversation we’ve EVER HAD with anyone in law enforcement or the DA’s office since APril 27th) told Henry’s father and me straight up, “You should know that  we don’t even usually investigate overdose deaths at all.”

This girl’s mother doesn’t have any public voice. She’s also new to our community and doesn’t have any resources to try to get help in seeing that her child’s death is investigated properly. Hell, she can’t even get a call back from law enforcement and she has been denied access to her child’s autopsy for five agonizing months. This girl’s family was unable to provide a newspaper obituary for her, so her death has gone completely un-noted in our community. It’s like she never existed.

But she DID exist. She was beautiful, young, bright and deeply loved by her mother and two younger brothers. Her life meant something, even if she died from an overdose instead of a gunshot or a drunk driver.

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I plan to do all I can to help her mother get the information and thorough investigation that she deserves.

Some of you may be wondering how I found this other OD death and tracked down the girl’s mother when there wasn’t any media coverage of her death or even any obituary. Well, in my numerous conversations with friends and acquaintances of Henry’s since his death, I kept hearing rumors of another teenager dying of an OD the same day that Henry did. But the name I heard was wrong; for months I was searching for an OD death in Knox County on April 27 using the wrong name. Eventually, however, I put together some pieces of the puzzle and some new info I got, and I learned the correct name for the girl who died that day. Then I turned to Facebook to contact her family. Her mom called me the same day and we made plans to get together and talk.

I suspect we’ll be talking a lot more in the months ahead

FACTS TO PONDER IN CONSIDERING WHETHER OVERDOSE DEATHS ARE INVESTIGATED AS POTENTIAL HOMICIDES

  • It’s an epidemic: overdose is now the second leading cause of death among teenagers in the United States. For middle-aged Americans, it’s now the leading cause of death.
  • Tennessee’s Rx drug overdose rate is 26% above the national average.
  • Federal law enforcement experts recommend that local law enforcement authorities treat ALL fatal overdose injuries as potential crimes against the deceased person
  • Specific state and federal criminal penalties already exist for the purpose of prosecuting dealers who illegally provide drugs to someone who dies as a result. Local prosecutors and law enforcement personnel need to be urged by their community stakeholders to familiarize themselves with these criminal statutes so that they can play their critical roles in combatting the overdose epidemic
  • These prosecutions are frequently successful, and are being pursued by progressive and engaged prosecutors all over the country.  Many state legislators recognize the need for specific penalties related to death resulting from illegal drug dealing:

“Just as the Michigan Vehicle Code includes criminal penalties for causing a death due to drunk driving, someone who causes another person’s death by supplying him or her with a Schedule 1 or 2 controlled substance should be subject to severe criminal penalties. An offender should not be punished lightly with drug delivery charges; cases should not have to be tried in Federal court; and prosecutors should not have to prove intent in order to secure a murder verdict. The bills will ensure that those who commit such an act are punished appropriately, and they may deter some people from providing major controlled substances to others.”

  • Local media should take a very close look at the opiate (methadone, hydrocodone, vicodin, oxycontin, roxycontin, percocet, lortab, fentanyl, morphine, heroin, etc) overdose death rate in their own communities and then ask some tough questions as to why overdoses are being treated by authorities as individual, discrete and merely unfortunate accidents rather than as potential homicides. Many overdoses in particular communities are related by the same network of dealers; aggressive criminal investigation into these deaths leading to homicide prosecutions of at least some of the dealers involved could be a very effective tool in fighting drug crimes and deaths in our cities and towns.
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I woke up in the extra hospital bed in H’s room this morning to a very friendly nurse standing over me and whispering, “Happy Mother’s Day! I’ll bet you feel extra lucky this year.”

Not only was it sweet of her to wish me a Happy Mom Day, she’s obviously right that this year, the day has extra special meaning for me (although to be honest with you, I totally forgot it was Mother’s Day today until last night when I was reminded by the sweet card and tasty chocolates that H’s father and stepmother left in the room for me when we traded hospital shifts for the night).

H is still sound asleep this morning – they have started him on a medication to help sleep and increase his nonexistent appetite (he’s lost 23 lbs in less than 2 weeks) – and I am just sitting here next to his bed this morning, watching him snooze and wondering what he’s dreaming about. As more specific – and horrific – details of the trauma he endured slowly emerge, I fear that his dreams are haunted with terrible things and people. As I sit next to him, which is mostly all I want to do these days, I think back over the past 18 years of Mother’s Days he and I have shared together. I remember the handmade cards from kindergarten and first grade,and the misshapen ceramic turtle he proudly brought home to me as a gift for Mother’s Day the year he was in second grade. For sixth grade, he wrote me a wonnderful poem. And then I remember Mother’s Day 2009, just last year, when he had just left home for what turned out to be nearly a year of inpatient addiction treatment. I missed him terribly, but was SO hopeful that he would be “fixed” when he returned, and that our family could get back to normal – whatever the hell that means.

I also keep looking down at my giant belly this morning and trying to wrap my head around the fact that in just about 8 weeks, we will have a new child joining our family. Ever since H was taken to the hospital, I have just basically forgotten that I am pregnant, except when I’m reminded by one of the nurses asking me when I am due. I feel the baby kicking and wiggling around in there each day, but I am so very focused on baby #1′s recovery at the moment that baby #5 seems like a made-up something. Totally unreal. But she is real, and I know that soon we have to do at least a few things to prepare for her arrival – my last two babies came 3 and 4 weeks early, respectively. But I have no idea how or when Jon and I will find the time to haul boxes up from the basement and at least wash a few sleepers and receiving blankets so she will have something to wear, or how we’ll ever get time to find the packed-up baby swing, bassinet or infant carseat. We also haven’t had any chance to start emptying, cleaning and painting the completely unrenovated junk room that is theoretically supposed to become a bedroom/nursery for C and newbaby to share. The idea was to get a big girl bed set up in there so we could start the process of transitioning C out of our bed and into the big girl bed before her new baby sister makes an arrival – so that newbaby can move into our bed, where C has slept every night for the past 2.5 years. Now I am wondering if we will instead need to ready that room for H when he is released from rehab, since his old room is on the second floor of our house, and he may need to have access to everything on the first floor for some period of time during his post-rehab recovery phase. I guess we’ll just figure this all out as we go. (Just keep swimming…swimmming…swimming…)

I feel like I have totally ignored poor E and J since H was hospitalized. E has spent the last three days staying with his cousins at Aunt Betsy’s, which is definitely a second home to him, but I can tell he’s also anxious and homesick. J has been very independent for the past two weeks, keeping herself organized and getting to school each morning via the kindness of friends and neighbors who have taken over my morning school driving routine. I love driving her to school each morning. It’s a great 30 minute catch-up for us each day, and I have missed it a lot in recent weeks. I think she has too. But thank God for her good friends (and their amazingly wonderful parents) who have acted as “extra mothers” during all of this, having her over to spend the night, helping her with homework and giving her the extra hugs she’s missed while her parents and step parents have been spending moment at the hospital.

All the help I am getting right now with feeding, transporting, organizing, and generally loving on my children makes me realize that we are really a village of “mothers” – all of us. Women and men, aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents, neighbors, friends, coworkers, teachers …. All of these people and more have really stepped in to help me mother my own children in the past few weeks. Some of you have “mothered” me with your kind messages, blog comments and emails, while others have helped by guiding us in navigating the criminal justice system to try to make sure arrests are made in what was done to my child (thus also assisting in protecting ALL the children and young people in our community). And I am just so grateful to every single one of you. Really, there are just no words to express the gratitude I feel

So this year, I want to say Happy Mother’s Day to all of you, to every single person reading this who has helped someone else with caring for and nurturing children in the past 12 months. I realize more with every year that passes that while some of us actually give birth to the children in our communities, we’re really all in this mothering thing together.

 

Today is my first day back at work. It will be difficult to concentrate, but because I love my job, it’s also great to see my coworkers and clients, and dig back into my various projects. My brain could probably use the reboot.

The current plan is for me to go to the hospital each day for 1-3 hours before work, then go to work for the day (sometimes spending my lunch hour at the hospital when I can), then go back to the hospital for the evening, returning home in time to see 14 year old J and 12 year old E off to bed as many nights as possible. I won’t see much of my two year old for the time being; yesterday, she was asleep when I got home from the hospital late at night and asleep when I left for the hospital again this morning. But I don’t see any other option for now. Because she’s not allowed on the floor where H is being cared for, I have to leave her behind for all the hours I am at the hospital, and I am missing her like crazy.

Jon is being a complete hero, pretty much solo parenting (with help from his mom and my sister Betsy), and holding down the fort in general. Yesterday I came home and napped for two hours and when I woke up, he had vacuumed the whole downstairs and done a bunch of laundry. I know he wishes he could get to the hospital more often to spend time with H, but somebody has to be at home to take care of the toddler and to get E and J fed and their homework supervised each night, etc.

E and J are having a tough time; they are both stressed to the max. I am SO PROUD of how calmly and gracefully the two of them are handling this incredibly traumatic situation, which includes a lot of separation from their mother. I wish so much that I could protect them from the burdens they are dealing with right now.

Thanks again to the wonderful Jillian S., who set up this cool online calendar to allow people who want to help us out to sign up for various kindnesses, like feeding my kids when I am at the hospital or helping with transportation and childcare. Just knowing that we have some back-up support on this daily logistical stuff is a big stress reliever for me. It allows me to focus on H because I am not so worried about what poor Jon will manage to come up with for supper for the other kids while I am gone.

Because of the nature of H’s injury and illness, his father and I are keeping close tabs on who sees him or can check in on him while he’s hospitalized. But if you are a family member or friend and would like the info on how to send him a note or a card, email me at Katie.Granju@gmail.com and I will give you the scoop. He would love hearing from people, I’m sure.

Today I hope to speak to the hospital patient advocate and social worker about some questions I have about H’s outlook for rehab, and I also hope to have another productive conversation with the detective investigating the assault on my son. I am not sure we are making the progress there that I would have hoped for and I just want to be sure that the Sheriff’s Department has all the information they need to vigorously pursue the suspects. I will rest a lot easier when they are off the streets and pose no further threat to my child …or yours.

 

My friend Harry, whom I’ve known since we were both 12 years old, and with whom I went to this prom (he’s pictured here with me) dug up this photo of the two of us at our senior prom.

Me: Laura Ashley dress (bien sur!), patterned gloves (!!) and tights a la Madonna circa 1984, topped off with bad, bad, VERY BAD perm (what the hell was I thinking?)

Katie & Harry - Webb School Prom 1985

 

J and her best friend S – both age 14 – got to spend the last few days together, which has been wonderful. S’s family travels most months out of the year on the highest-level hunter jumper circuit. Her brother is one of the top young riders in the country, so they spend most of their time as a family at shows all up and down the East Coast. This means that J and S don’t see each other in person as often as they would like, although they talk on the phone and online almost every day.

The girls have been bestest friends since they first met at about age 5, taking riding lessons together. I realized yesterday that over the years, I’ve collected a photographic history of their growing up years, and I pulled it all together in this slideshow. They are such awesome girls, and I can’t wait to see what great things they accomplish in the decade ahead!

Created with Admarket’s flickrSLiDR.

 

My friend Julianne Applegate recently launched her own line of gorgeous, super-environmentally friendly handbags.

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Julianne is a former VP and designer for LeSportsac,  but with the launch of JulieApple – her very own, start-from-scratch company – she’s kicking it up a notch!

JULIEAPPLE IN STUDIO - Photo from 11/09 Knoxville News Sentinel feature story on "Sustainable & Stylish JulieApple -> http://www.knoxnews.com/news/2009/nov/10/creative-career-is-in-designers-bag/

(Photo courtesy of the Knoxville News Sentinel)

I am in absolute awe of Julianne’s boldness in getting JulieApple off the ground in this economy, including handling all design, manufacturing and distribution for her bags by herself. Plus, she’s dedicated to running her business in ways that are consistent with her values as a person, so all of her bags are created and produced using innovative green technology, and she adheres to equitable trade and labor practices. Last, but not least, Julianne is a very busy, hands-on mom; she and her husband Toby have three terrific children, ages 8, 7 and 2.


JulieApple is the American dream, done right.

I am a huge JulieApple fan, and having been lucky enough to actually see and touch her beautiful new collection firsthand, I KNOW her bags will be a big hit – and her start-up company will be a success – if we can get enough people to see JulieApple products and tell others about them.


So that’s where y’all come in!

    I would like to ask all of my blogreaders, whether you are a daily visitor here or just stopped by for the first time today to consider doing me a personal favor; please help me get the word out, guerilla marketing style, about JulieApple.   If all of us spread the word to our own online networks of friends, followers and fans, Julianne’s mom-run, bootstraps startup can get some traction. And truly, she deserves it. It has been an inspiration to me watching her throw everything she has into something that many people told her wasn’t possible, going out on her own and turning her passion into a business in a very challenging economy.


What can YOU do to help, you ask? Well, here are a few options:

  • Use your Twitter and/or Facebook account to let all of your friends and followers know about this great contest that JulieApple is running at the moment (and more of these contests and giveaways will follow in the weeks ahead).  Basically, everyone who tweets about @JulieApple or becomes a JulieApple Facebook fan before noon on Tuesday is entered to win a beautiful JulieApple Hardworkin’ Hobo bag, a $128 value, shipped free straight to the winner’s door. On top of that, EVERYONE who gets 50 or more retweets of a @JulieApple Twitter post during that same time frame gets  a $50 gift certificate toward anything in the JulieApple Online Store. It’s a supereasy way to help the word out about my friend’s company and her handbags, plus, you may win a beautiful JulieApple bag yourself! You can read all the details on the contest at the JulieApple Blog. Please join in, and let all your friends know!
  • If you have a blog yourself, please consider writing up a little post about JulieApple, asking your own readers to help spread the word. Feel free to cut and paste any and all of what I’ve written here, and just copy it on your own blog, or you can write up something new. You could tell your readers about the contest, or mention the cutting edge ways that Julianne is minimizing her company’s impact on the environment in her design and production process. Or you could simply direct folks to the JulieApple Flickr feed, where they can get a look at dozens of her gorgeous designs and fabrics for this season.
  • If you are a member of the media or a blogger, and you would like to do a story on JulieApple or interview Julianne yourself, send me an email (katie.granju – at – gmail.com ) and I will get you set up with a digital press kit right away.  I’ll also get your interview scheduled at a time convenient for you. This is an inspiring story about a passionately determined female entrepreneur and mother of young children working to start her own company in a highly competitive industry – fashion.  Not only has Julianne Applegate managed to launch her startup in this down economy, she’s walking the walk with unique and forward thinking green, sustainable and fair trade practices.  Julianne would be a terrific guest for your TV or radio show, as she’s articulate, poised, attractive, and funny.  So if you are interested in covering the JulieApple story,  let me know how I can help you.
  • If you are a blogger with a significant readership,  or you host a TV or radio show, and you would like to request a comped JulieApple handbag or yoga tote to review or giveaway to your audience, send me an email (katie.granju-at-gmail.com) letting me know what you have in mind.  Julianne is very happy to offer bags for review and legitimate promotional purposes.  Each request will be reviewed on a case by case basis to make sure it’s the right fit for all involved, but please ask!
    YOGA-A-GOGO JULIEAPPLE BLOSSOM NAVY

  • If you own, manage or buy for a boutique, store or catalog – online or bricks & mortar – please consider carrying some or all of the JulieApple line for your customers.  You can contact Julianne directly at Julianne – at – JulieApple.com to talk about her line and how to carry it in your own store(s) or catalog.
  • If you live in Knoxville (or even if you want to come into town for the event), please join Julianne for the Official JulieApple Holiday Launch Party,  starting at about 8:30 pm on December 4.   The party will be a First Friday event, held at KnoxIvi on historic Market Square, and will feature tasty food and drink, plus an afterparty ’til 1am with a DJ.  Guests will be able to meet Julianne, check out the JulieApple collection for themselves, and be entered for the chance to win a JulieApple bag at a drawing during the party.  It’s all free and open to the public, although if you let Julianne know that you plan to attend with an RSVP via the party’s Facebook invitation,  that would be great. Let your friends, coworkers and family know about the JulieApple Holiday Party, and even if you can’t attend that night, you can keep up with all the fun via the LIVE blogging, photoblogging and twittering that we’ll be doing from party central. It’s going to be a lot of fun!
  • And last, but CERTAINLY not least, SHOP JULIEAPPLE! Consider buying a JulieApple bag for someone special on your holiday gift list, or as a treat for yourself.

Thanks to all of you who are willing to help with my totally volunteer (Julianne is not my client and isn’t paying me), shoestring, word-of-mouth-marketing initiative for my pal.  Consider it good karma if you take just a few minutes out of your busy day to let your friends, family and coworkers know about JulieApple, and about what makes this wonderful, family-owned startup truly special.

Thanks, y’all!  – KATIE

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