I'm not quite sure why the I've delayed, but I have one last of the talks from Hans' Celebration of Life. My Dad/Grandpa Oscar gave a nice speech that I'll share with you here. Thanks Dad. Hansie loved you!
Hans - he was beautiful boy, He was a manchild born in Texas, a real cowboy.
Lara’d say – oh dad, he’s a boy child!
For the first 3/12 years, you just couldn’t hardly hold that kid back!
He had this Bob Dylan, multi colored hair – it just grew out to here.
You just knew that kid was gonna break some hearts. He was not gonna have any problem.
We’d take him out with a baseball, and we’d throw it –
he hit whatever you gave – a good side arm, anything that came at him.
He wasn’t afraid of anything – horses – anything.
He didn’t even know how to swim – but over at the swimming pool he’d just jump in and start swimming away – he was just having so much fun!
He was a comeback kid – he beat it. They’d said “Take lots of pictures, Go to Disneyland” But Lara and Kevin – they kept looking for a cure. He turned that thing around more than half a dozen times, he kept beating it.
Elle was a good big sister. She was always there. She never complained about not being able to make it to a soccer game. They just always worked around it – they’d always take two cars if they had to. They worked around it. And, anytime he was feeling good – boy there was an activity!
In his nine and a half years, there was a lot of living. He was way ahead on his home schooling. He was so smart and so good with all those complicated transformer toys. When he had to, he could go out and the Internet and figure out how to put them together. He was so big on Legos. Heck I don’t know what he could have been.
I gotta keep one eye on the clock here, Lara told me “Five to seven mintues, Dad!”
Okay – I don’t know what he could have been – an architect, or engineer or anything. He’d lock on with that little mind of his and he was just all concentration. You could teach him anything. Give him a microscope, telescope, teach him all the signs of astrology.
You know, they started Hospice and Lara said, he's still in treatment, they demanded concurrent care. And the Priest came out to do Last Rights, Lara’d say “Last Rights – that doesn’t mean that we're gonna lose him. They’re blessing him, too.” They were always looking for a back door. There ain’t nobody that fought harder and I don’t know why God took him, but my son and I we want to live good solid, responsible lives and honor Hans Weberling! My son can’t be here, but he really did want to be here. I did dearly love that little boy. I don’t know why God took him, but when I get up to Heaven I’ll ask him. That’s all I can do. We don’t yet know why, but that’s jut how it came down.
And look, you people came out here from all over the country. You’ve come from Texas, Bakersfield, and Santa Cruz, CA, LA. Arizona, New Jersey, Chicago. Thirty flights were booked to get up here to these services. You have all followed Lara’s blog – she kept it up all these years. Whatever Lara does with her life, now, it’s all up to her. But whenever one door closes, another opens. We’ll figure it out we’ll get through this.
You know I should say something about Kevin, too. He just grinded it out. He just grinded it out. When it came time he was always there. They just never missed a beat. That family stayed strong and solid and focused. They kept that boy alive a lot longer than what could have happened. There were so many miracles that we were just getting used to them. They just kept coming.
I won’t keep you any longer. Thanks for coming out.