Get Well Clarkie!

Raye Clark, Aaron’s mom, has left a very moving message in the guestbook and I wanted to make sure everyone got to see it. Thanks so much for writing, Raye, and I hope to get to meet you soon.

Hi,
I’m Raye (spelt with a ‘y’) and I’m Aaron’s mom (as we say in America)
I wondered if I might use this space now that I can breathe slightly, to thank some people that I have no way of contacting right now.
Firstly to Alex, whom we have not met yet, for setting up this wonderful site.I can’t wait for Aaron to wake up enough to read all the wonderful caring and funny messages on this blog. I know he will be as overwhelmed as we are.I must log on at least 6 times a day during my time in the waiting lounge – in between pacing the corridors and watching endless re-runs of ‘Everybody loves Raymond’.
A huge thanks to Kelly for setting up the on-line auction and for all those who have donated to it. You are all so generous.
Thanks to my sisters Marg & Sue and my dear friends Dale and Jackie, who are in daily contact with Ray. My nephews Frazer & Hayden, my nieces Debbie, Karen & Michelle, and my beautiful God-daughter Ginny, way down in Queenstown.
Danny – my 3rd child growing up on the farm,Cindy – thanks little one. Megan’s friend Susie, always part of our family, and Colin – ,every mother’s dream,.
Lesley and Murray and all the Donnelley family at the Parua Bay Tavern. Look after Ray, and put a wine in the fridge for me.
Catherine, Danny’s former wife. Many thanks, I remember you well.
To all the Dawson family also.
John and his family – these are trying times, but we are getting through it.
All my friends back home – you have been so supportive and it means so much.I’ll never again read of other families in this situation, and underestimate the power of this love and support.
About now I need to thank Aaron’s amazing racing family here in Colorado, who have come in night after night whether they can get to see Aaron or not. I can honestly say I’ve never been surrounded
by so many loving and caring people. I know now why Aaron doesn’t want to come home. It almost makes me want to move here myself – just kidding Aaron.
Glen and Josh.There are no words that are adequate to say to you.Without you 2 guys we would be sitting here with a totally different scenario which doesn’t bear thinking about. You both know how we feel. It’s too deep to put into words, except to say that we are indebted to you forever for Aaron’s life.
Brownie – you just crack me up. You should be on the stage.
My gorgeous Tedi and Scott.
Tedi has cried bucketloads, but her inner strength and her deep love for my beautiful boy is an inspiration for me. We are on the day shift together, and sometimes look at each other and wonder how many tears a body can keep churning out.She keeps me going when times get tough – we have some laughs, and it’s been a privilege to get to know my daughter-in-law better. Aaron , you chose well. Couldn’t have picked a better one if I tried.
Scott. What a rock. He picks Tedi up and puts her back on her feet, while all the time he’s watching his best buddy struggling for life. He must be hurting so badly, but he just keeps going forward, getting things done, thinking with such clarity, and standing tall when all others around him are crumbling – such strength. And in his spare time he cracks us up with his life stories.
Ned, my angel. You are suffering so much being apart from you beautiful Megan, but you are clearly her strength.
For the upgrades to business class, we can’t thank you enough. We got on the plane in Auckland as wrecks, and arrived in San Franscisco as almost human again. Thank you so much for your generosity.
My beautiful Megan.
Beautiful in body and soul, who sits here night after night on her own checking on her little brother. She gathers all the threads together and makes us better people. He love for her little bro is boundless and I am humbled by her on a daily basis.
last,but definitely not least, my darling Ray.Staying back, keeping the home fires burning (hope not, we have a cafe). Lifting my spirits with his dreadful black humour,keeping people updated running the cafe (please honey don’t hit the customers), and building fences as well -what a man! I draw daily on your strength
This is such a release to be able to do this, and to thank you all I hope I haven’t taken up to much space.
Finally – my boy.
I’ve watched you struggle and fight with such courage. You always were a little scrapper, but usually with your acid wit, not your body. Keep fighting little man, Kia Kaha.