YOU MADE A DIFFERENCE In Memory of Carl Walter Pueschel December 14, 1975 to January 19, 1996 This site has been made to remember our son Carl. His life was much too short. but while he was here on earth, he MADE a BIG difference. For you see, Carl taught us how to LIVE, how to LOVE, how to ACCEPT UNCONDITIONALLY those who were different. Yes, Carl, you made a huge difference in our lives. |
ACTIVITY....I think that was Carl's middle name. He was active from the moment he was conceived until the time of his death. He could never be still. While I carried him, he was constantly active. The doctor, for many months, thought he was twins. Goodness, what would our lives had been if he had been twins! We would have been busy, that is for sure! Carl entered this world December 14th, 1975. Carl loved for me to tell him about the time he was born. I used to tell him that he popped his head out and said, "HI! MY NAME IS CARL!!!" For before his umbilical cord was cut, he squalled like mad! But we loved him all the same! For the first half of his life, he could never sleep longer than 4 hours at a time. He constantly had to eat or drink day and night. He was a restless child, but full of fun too. There was NEVER a dull moment with him! We could never figure out how he could climb to such heights as a child. One day, I found him on the counter in the kitchen. Somehow, he climbed up to the medicine cabinet and was reaching for the dimetap elixer we used for his allergies. Needless to say, this 18 month old was on the go. Or how, can I forget the day when he opened the baby shampoo in the bathroom? Oh my, when he burped, he had these tiny bubbles float from his mouth! What a riot we had laughing at him over that one. But the very most touching moment, was when we brought his baby sister home. He was 18 months old. We brought home his sister and they were bonded immediately. He would gaze into her little face and stand in awe at the cherub in the blanket! He would hover over us when we bathed her, or changed her. She was the delight of his world. He would hover over her cradle, watching and waiting for her to awake from her naps. He never would awaken her from her sleep, but at the slightest sound, he would rush to me and announce, "AWAKE MOM, AWAKE!" For the longest time, he only knew that her name was "Awake" because that was when he could "play" with his baby sister. It took him some years to pronounce her name, Carrie. Shortly after he realized her name was not 'Awake," we dubbed her 'Buggy Hope.' Carl quickly shortened the name to Buggy, so that was our daughter's name for the next several years. The years passed, and the two became inseparable. They were treated like twins. Each one enjoyed the company of each other. The two were to remain best friends forever! |
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