We’ll Miss You Dad

         

Karl William Koch, 83, currently of Fredericksburg and Corpus Christi, TX, and previously of Wapakoneta, OH, died early in the morning of March 31, 2018 in Fredericksburg. Death was preceded by an appendicitis, complications, and three successful surgeries after which he slipped quietly into a coma and passed peacefully into the arms of God.

Karl was born to Anna Louise Fisher Koch and George Henry Koch of Wapakoneta, OH on September 16, 1934. He attended school in Wapakoneta before attending Culver Military Academy, Ohio State, and the United States Navel Academy in Annapolis, MD.

He met his wife of 60 years at a formal party in Washington DC when he flirted with the woman who turned out to be his future mother in law. She liked him enough to introduce the brash young officer to her only daughter, Judy Ann Tilley. Karl and Judy were married on June 8, 1957 in the lower chapel of the Naval Academy the day after Karl graduated. Karl loved the Navy and remained in service until recalled home to take over the family business.

After successfully running the Lima Ohio Pepsi Cola plant, and upon its sale, Karl purchased a floundering Pepsi Plant in Corpus Christi Texas and founded the Oneta Company. He turned the plant around, and expanded, adding Everest Water and Coffee, and Sunrise Canteen Vending in both Corpus Christi and Victoria. To say he was successful is merely fact.

Lesser known were Karl’s philanthropic activities. Karl funded scholarships, and was on the foundation board for the Hill Country Memorial Hospital. Through his business, Karl supported the Corpus Christi Food Bank, American Cancer Society, and Special Olympics. He was a mentor and friend to many people and will be sorely missed.

Karl is survived by his wife Judy Ann (Tilley) Koch; Sisters Georgeanna (Koch) Anderson and Kristina Susan (Koch) Musselman Platt; Children Karla Ann (Koch) Seeton, Kimberly May Koch, and Julia Anne (Koch) Kriegel and daughter in law Stephanie Koch Wilson; Grandchildren Ian Scott Dick, Rachel [Rae] Louise (Dick) Copeland, Karl Thomas Koch, Fisher Kenneth Koch, Chase Harrison Wilson, Judy Lea Koch, William Austin Koch, Angie Elizabeth Seeton, Ross Victor Seeton III, and Alexis Rose Seeton; and Great-grandchildren Sophie Mae Copeland and Tobias James Russell Copeland. Karl was preceded in death by his son, George Austin Koch as well as by his parents, George and Louise (Fisher) Koch.

Services will be held in Corpus Christi and Fredericksburg.

VISITATIONS: Fredericksburg: Wednesday April 4, 2018, Schaetters Funeral home, 4:00-6:00pm
Corpus Christi:  Sunday,   April 8, 2018,    Seaside Funeral home,   4:30-8:00pm

FUNERAL: Corpus Christi: Monday, April 9, 2018, Seaside Funeral home 12pm

GRAVESIDE: Corpus Christi: Monday, April 9, 2018, Seaside Memorial Park: 1pm

Special thanks to the doctors and staff at the Hill Country Memorial Hospital for their caring and support during this difficult time.

Memorials may be made to the American Cancer Society ( https://www.cancer.org/about-us/local/texas.html ), Coastal Bend Food Bank ( https://coastalbendfoodbank.org ) or Holy Ghost Lutheran Church in Fredericksburg.

 

FAMILY MEMORIES  (Tissue Warning)

Poem for Grandpa
by Rae Louise Copeland

I bought you a music box, but you’ll never hear it sing
It doesn’t hurt me knowing now you’re listening to the real thing
It sang You Are My Sunshine like your mother once sang to you
Because you lit up so many lives and impacted us all too
I will miss the way you made me laugh and the way you tugged on girls hair
The way you teased us and always believed in us, the way you were always there.
All the kids will miss watering cactuses and the way you made them feel
Like they were important and fun on each trip and at each and every meal.
We will remember the way you chose your words and tried to make an impact
The way you tried to help us to excel, with or without tact,
The way you tested Justin’s worth by the quality of his beer
The way you listened to our words, even the ones you couldn’t hear
So back to that music box and the music that it sings
You truly have brought sunshine in, as we remember all these things.
I know you’re in a better place though that doesn’t much lessen the pain
Of saying goodbye, of sending our love, and saying we’ll see you again
You’ve taught me a lot of lessons, but one stood out from them all,
Love shows itself in different ways, some obvious, and some so very small
Whether everyone thought to say it out loud then, or they kept it silent within their hearts,
We all love you, respect you, and hold memories close, may your sunshine always remind us.

 <<< Grandchildren, Angie Seeton and Judy Lea Koch, dragging Karl to the House in Fredericksburg. 

 

 

Karl and Judy with great-grandchildren Sophie and Tobias Copeland

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ross, Tobias, Angie, Sophie and Alexis

 

 

                                      Karl with great-grandchildren Tobias and Sophie on the swing, and Karl with grandson in law Justin Copeland.

 

Karla Ann (Koch) Seeton remembers her father:

My favorite and earliest memories of my Dad took place when I was a child in Wapakoneta. Dad sat me on the top of a fence post at our house on Fox Ranch Rd, settled the butt of his rifle to his shoulder, and with me against his chest taught me how to line up the sites and shoot, I couldn’t have been older than three.

Dad was something of a naturalist, always looking for ways to improve habitat for wildlife on our land. Dad taught us to appreciate and care for the natural world and to appreciate the work of farming and how our food comes to us. I remember planting roses along a fence line to provide a bramble for small game, and we planted thousands of trees. I learned from Dad to love the natural world and its creator.

The trees are their own story. Dad took the three of us (Karla, Kim, and George—Julia came much later) to work with him on Saturday mornings while he caught up on paperwork. He then took us to walk in the woods. Seems like we always had sacks of either tiny trees or walnuts (we gathered the walnuts from the tree in our back yard). As we walked, Dad would stick the shovel in where-ever there was sunlight and one of us would scoot forward and put the tree in, then Dad would press down to tamp the dirt firmly around the roots or nut, and off we would go to the next bit of sunlight. We planted trees in the woods, along fence lines, to act as wind-breaks, and even in rows on a piece of land bordered by RR tracks and creeks. Dad told me one time that we’d helped him plant around 3,000 trees apiece.

Dad, probably Wyoming, early 70’s maybe?

Dad loved nature, loved to take long walks, and enjoyed putting game on the table. I recall wearing Dad’s vest and being allowed to carry the birds that Dad shot and our dog Patsy retrieved. Dad said once that his evolution as a hunter was always carrying a loaded rifle for whatever was in season, followed by carrying an unloaded rifle with the bullets in the pocket of the coat, followed by carrying bullets in the coat pocket but leaving the gun at home.

Karla, John Paff, Uncle John Paff (godparent) with Cannon Paff, then Kasper is the black dog, and Patsy is the black and white, Dad with George on his shoulders, and Kim. Probably 1969 or 1970’s at the house on Fox Ranch Rd

I remember how, when we needed an arena marked off for riding lessons, my Dad would take out the mower and mow what we needed into the tall grass of the pasture. He was always doing things like that. Practical things that said “I love you.”

Julia Anne Koch Kriegel on her Dad:

I remember how, on the very first Earth Day, Dad spoke to the Ohio State Legislature about the importance of recycling.

Today a lost a big piece of me. My father Karl Koch died following a short illness. He is dearly loved by many. A mentor to some, a friend to others and an enemy of Coke. He will always be my daddy.
Proverbs 27:17 As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.

Jennifer Presar Frische and Kathy Brautigam Berg share their memories with Karla:

Jenny: I have swung back and forth from giggles to tears since we talked, Karla. I have so many memories. Our Dad’s talking over the fence now, watching him read the Wall Street Journal and him showing me to the stock page. Being teased by him. How much he disliked our dog….lol. You captured him perfectly in the obituary. I will miss him.

Kathy: Oh Jenny, I can see those two discussing everythign over the fence now. And remember we were never to say ‘Coke’ for that was a bad word.

Jenny: You are right, Kathy Berg, we could have said any swear word we knew with Karl, and he would not have been as peeved at us. We kids spent a lot of time waiting on them in those fields. Doesn’t seem all that long ago.

Karla: That reminds me of the time my godfather, John Paff, taught us, when we were VERY little, to say “coke” and Dad taught my godbrothers to go around saying, “quack, quack”. That was funny!  And Dad didn’t like your dog, Hector, because Patsy did!!

Brett Anderson shares his memories of his Uncle Karl:

Dear Karla, Kim, and Julia,

I just wanted you all to know we’re keeping you and your family in our thoughts and prayers during this tough time. Please understand that your dad meant a great deal to me – and though our relationship really developed only recently, Uncle Karl always represented strength, stability, and dutiful commitment, and I loved having him as an uncle.

I looked upon your dad with a great sense of admiration, perhaps embellished by distance and time, but no less real in my own life.  Uncle Karl was all business. And I’m guessing that steady persona brought about a few difficult conversations with his daughters over the years (as mine does with Abigail).

Know this: Just a couple of weeks ago, for nearly an hour, your dad spoke with great pride regarding each of you, your families, and what the future holds for our clan.  Like most men of his generation, perhaps he wasn’t particularly skilled in communicating those feelings, and maybe his standards were beyond most of us mere mortals.  But during that special phone call he showed a genuine desire to speak from the heart. I’ll always remember it, and I hope you know how deeply he cared for you, and how proud he was of you.

My sentiments are certainly out of turn, since Father Time has allowed our families to drift over the years.  Nevertheless, your dad will always represent that driven patriarch of strength, resolve – and deep down – the loving and dutiful father, husband, and brother that I strive to be.  Thanks for sharing him with me.  I only wish I’d taken him up on those hunts at the ranch that he so graciously offered over the years.

Your dad will be missed.

Love, Brett

If anyone sends me stories–or pictures, I will happily add them to this blog post.

    

(Obituary written by Karla Ann Seeton with additions by Julia Koch Kriegel)

Thank you John Paff and Aunt Sarah for the photos from when we were kids!!

Dear Lord, please have mercy on the soul of my father, Karl William Koch, and bring him into Your presence and give him peaceful rest in Your care. +Amen.

Intentional Community: Classical Conversations

Today’s Intentional Community is a home schooling community based on the classical approach to education. This particular classical program is called CLASSICAL CONVERSATIONS. Now I have long been an admirer of the classical style of education and have used materials from home school sources that are classical in design, but this is something a bit different. This is a structured approach that supports the parent in the educational goals set within their family.

Classical Conversations is a once a week day school where parents and students gather and tutors introduce the new materials to everyone. This gives parents the ability to follow a classical format even if not classically trained themselves. The remainder of the week is normal home schooling with parent chosen curriculum and practicing the material introduced that week.

For a parent needing the support of an intentional community, this is an excellent program. It covers subjects in an orderly manner, repeating the cycle every three years in the younger levels. Next skills are added to fun memory work, and then the challenge level where the student uses the skills and materials memorized to interact with the world using reason, logic, and increasing independence. The intended result is a well rounded young adult ready to take their learning in any direction they choose.

However, the most important part is the intentional community that grows between the parents and students and the tutors. This is a positive social community– and we know how wonderful it is to have that sort of community. Humans are naturally social, and this is one example of an intentional community that brings together parents with similar goals to help and encourage one another.

Dear Lord, thank You for intentional communities that support parents in the education of their children. +Amen.

 

Intentional Community: Foundations Revealed

There are some intentional communities created on the internet that I find awesome even when they are about things I do not do. Today’s example is FOUNDATIONS REVEALED. An Intentional Community that revolves around the sewing and building of corsets of every imaginable type.

I particularly love that their community is encouraging and kind to newcomers. Persons who are starting out to learn the skills needed to create their own interior garments according to their own creative vision. This is demonstrated by their FOUNDATIONS REVEALED 2018 COMPETITION.  I very much like that so many first time creators entered.

I must admit to have wanted a corset of my own, something plain and sturdy in a breathable fabric to encourage better posture. I love the look, and I loved one I wore years ago but it was poorly made and lasted only a couple of wearings.  However, I am not crafty this way. That said, if I ever were to be tempted into replacing a current activity with a new one, this community would be one I would have to consider.

If you are into period re-creations, steampunk, costuming, or just like victorian and edwardian clothing, Foundations Revealed may be just the intentional community you are seeking. I enjoy the emails that give me a peak into their friendly and encouraging group. Nice people, fascinating activity.

Dear Lord, Thank You for intentional communities which give us encouragement and support in the midst of a noisy world. +Amen.

I noticed something…

I have noticed a trend in our culture to tell Catholics they must abandon the teachings of the Church if they cannot perfectly live all of it. This goes along with the trend to tell the Church that God’s laws must be changed because they are “too difficult”. I say to both of these trends–HOG WASH! We are called to strive toward the ideal of Sainthood. Church teaching is the guidebook for attaining Sainthood and Sainthood is required for entering heaven.

God helps us to strive toward becoming Saints. The sacrament of Confession is where God puts us back on the path when we have fallen off of it. Eucharist strengthens those in a State of Grace so they are better enabled to grow in virtue. Scripture records that the way is narrow, steep, and difficult. We are to be committed to following it. We are committed to seek virtue no matter how often we fall short.

That no Catholic follows Church teaching perfectly is not an issue because it isn’t humanly possible to do so–only by way of union with Jesus do we gain the grace to stay the course. St Paul wrote about the struggle, and how even he, who had taught so many how to follow the way Jesus set for us, could still lose heaven. He wrote this to urge all who love Jesus to struggle hard to grow more and more like Christ, to cooperate with God’s grace to become Saints, and so win the race for the glory of heaven.

So Catholic, when the world tries to tell you to give up, remember St. Paul and know you are in the company of the Saints as you limp your way along, repenting and going to Confession, seeking grace from God in all the sacraments and sacramentals, hoping to allow God’s grace to work in you.

Failture is human, we are inclined to an easier way, the way of the world, and must reach for the grace of God to overcome. Failure is not hypocrisy.  We are not hypocrites to hold that Catholic teaching is true and right yet fail to meet the standard perfectly.

A Hypocrite says here is the standard but I am exempty–like the politician who does not pay his taxes, yet everyone else must pay theirs or receive punishments that could wreck their lives. NO, we hold that Catholicism is true. We will not say another standard is equally good. We will say, here is the standard to attain heaven if you want heaven. Every person must decide for themselves how they will respond to it, but only one path leads to heaven.

Dear Lord, thank You for the teachings of the Holy Catholic Church. Thank You for Your help in learning and growing to live by those teachings. Thank You that every person has the gift of free will. Please help them to choose Your way over all others. +Amen.

Marriage and Men

I wrote a bit ago on my take on the role of the wife in marriage, reframing the “wives submit” to “I am my husband’s second, I have his back” and I wanted to speak on the husband but without attempting to advise husbands from my own thoughts so much as point them toward men I think who would be good for them. Enter ROMAN CATHOLIC MAN.  Here is a web site that speaks to men about being men in our culture and framed by scripture and the Catholic faith. I am impressed by it.

So husbands I advise you to seek out other men whose character you admire and ask them about being a husband who leads his family with respect and generosity.  This web site is one such collection of men striving to be virtuous and strong.

A second site is related, it brings the challenge to new levels. HOLY LEAGUE is another online community urging men to step up and be men. I find is pretty awesome!

THE CATHOLIC GENTLEMAN is yet another direction men might take in seeking virtue in a manly way.

Of course I could have begun with the most well known: KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS, which do so much good work for the church and community. Men supporting each other and joining together to do what needs doing and if they have a good time as well, all the better!

I found my way to another site, I think also related to the above sites: NINEVEH 90 is a challenge to men, although I know women who are joining their men in the prayers(and some even inspired to participate in women’s groups inspired by the men).

So, while I can speak from my own vocation on my own vocation, I think it best that men seek out other men to learn their vocations. I’m tired of effeminate men which result when women try to tell men how to be men. I adore my husband, who is stubborn and male, and honestly all sorts of wonderful. What he is not, is in any way my second! He has my back as the leader in our family and I respect him so much for that!  I’d like other women to be able to find men who know how to be men. So this is my contribution of links for men to go do just that–from other men!

Dear Lord, please help men to find and learn from other men who know how to live out their manhood in the way most pleasing to You. Thank You for these groups who seek to help men do just that. +Amen.

 

Pluralism is Dead

Pluralism is dead. Our country was founded to be a pluralistic society. Sadly, we are now living in a relativistic society that has replaced the belief that truth is objective and can be known, with the belief that it is subjective and everyone is correct even when they hold contradictory beliefs.

I also think most Americans, thanks to the public and private school systems, confuse a pluralistic society and a relativistic society.

Pluralism= Objective truth exists and this fact is accepted nearly universally. The right to live by truth as you understand it is respected; disagreements are discussed with civility, and nobody is surprised or offended when creeds are held and followed. After all, people seek to  live by what they understand to be true, and our first amendment to our constitution states the pluralistic societies belief that everyone should be free to follow the creed they believe to be true, and that others are free to speak out and say they do not agree. Civil debate is encouraged and the freedom to speak ones mind and live by one’s chosen creed is held to be a God-given right.

Relativism=Objective truth is replaced by subjective truth; everyone is to affirm anything anyone chooses to believe as true. Anyone refusing to agree that opposing beliefs are equally truth is anathema. Freedom of speaking is violated because one cannot say, “I beg to differ.” Freedom of religion is violated because no-one is free to hold to a creed unless they also affirm its opposite. Persons found to believe their creed to objectively true and caught living by it are to be punished severely and re-educated.

That is my take on it, however inept my expression.  Relativism has replaced Pluralism and people are shocked to find that the tolerance and civility expected in a pluralistic society has been replaced by the intolerance of a relativistic society. Our culture, once pluralistic, is walking dead.

I want my kids to see the national parks so they understand that God the creator really does love us, and the shrines so they can understand that there have been many persons who loved God so much that he used them amazingly, and the wonderful parishes so they can see how people who really believe worship. I want them to cherish their heritage before it is gone forever, erased by newspeak.

Dear Lord, help me to teach my children to take seriously the teachings of St. Josemaria Escriva and St. John Paul the Great, and live boldly their Faith, as they pursue their careers and raise their own families, even in the face of persecution. +Amen. 

Fasting from Shopping

Fasting is usually about foods, but with health issues, I’m fasting in a different way. I have committed to avoid shopping until after Easter. Every try to avoid buying anything, ANYTHING? Of course, if a child outgrows their shoes, I will buy what they need. Of course I am still buying horse feed and people foods.  But I am struggling to avoid buying any books, clothing, or anything not essential for health for myself.

I passed on several great coupons, passing them to others.

I passed on a new top put out by my favorite source for clothing.

I have avoided all the sales.

My sister gave me a very generous gift card to amazon. I love gift cards to amazon. WHAT to do?

I used it to send a baby gift to a first time mom. She blogs videos and I have enjoyed their adventures as a couple and their joy at the baby. So I sent her a gift. That felt wonderful. I used the gift card in a way that left me feeling HAPPY.

I did pick up a used copy of a biography for myself with the few dollars left over–which I suspect constitutes a cheat, but it was paid for by a gift card so I don’t feel so bad about it.

I DO feel bad about the paperback I bought a couple weeks ago when I was picking up a prescription at the pharmacy.

I think I should feel bad for pre-ordering a movie I want to watch. The guilt is there, a little, I think, but I am sorry to say I am not so upset as I ought to be for violating my goal!

Still, I am going to continue and steel myself to resist further purchases.  Less is more! Master your money! Discipline!

Dear Lord, thank You for the opportunity to grow in self discipline and generosity by way of fasting from shopping. I hadn’t recognized that I have a problem with shopping until I chose to fast from it. Please forgive me for the breaks, and help me to be strong and not repeat those failures or any others! +Amen.

 

UPDATE: am not perfect, will keep trying to stick to my ideal the remainder of Lent in spite of failures.

Cheating On My Way Of Eating

I sit here upset at myself for eating off diet. I have this Way of Eating or WOE that works for me and I keep having days like today where I get derailed and fail to avoid the foods I don’t even want anymore. Blew my carb count AND my no grains. I suspect the sauce had sugar in it. All together, I failed. I hate cheating on my diet. I cheated on a diet I love. What. An. Idiot.

I LIKE my way of eating. Feel better ON this diet. Am clearer minded ON this diet. I considered fasting until we got home, but I know how my blood sugars tend to dip mid-afternoon and didn’t want to risk it. My plans for lunch fell through and I went through the drive-through. I need to take better control of our meals away from home.

I need to come up with a quick lunch to eat at the home school center BEFORE we head to the drum lessons. I’m not sure what, but something. I struggle with just getting us there, so attempting to add a packed lunch is going to be horribly difficult for me. Executive function problems do that to you. Everyone else out there appears to get it done without fuss or bother, but for me it requires the same effort as writing a dissertation. Actually, I suspect I could do a dissertation with less anxiety.

Cheating on my diet makes me feel ill. But old habits are insidious. They linger to pop up when your guard is down and sometimes you are not able to defeat them alone. Perhaps if I had paused to pray but I didn’t. My sense of time is poor, and so figuring out how to be somewhere on time is difficult. That stress derails my ability to think clearly. Result: I ate off the diet.

I made it to the drum lessons with fed kids.  Then my little drummer needed the restroom, but thanks to people making messes in their bathroom it is now locked and an instructor or other employee has to let you into the bathroom, and nobody was available. I found this stressful, which didn’t help at all. Talk about overwhelm!

So here I am, feeling freaked out even though back in my nice office at home. Welcome to a fairly typical day.

Dear Lord, thank You that I was able to get my children to science classes and drum lessons on time today, and fed. Thank You for those teachers who handle subjects I prefer to delegate. Thank You for the vehicle that got us around town reliably. Thank you for the quality of the hay I was able to buy for Bill the Pony. Please help me to over-come old habits and stay on my diet. +Amen.

I Am My Husband’s Second

The whole concept of submission in marriage has taken on some very non-catholic baggage these days. I think we need to reframe the Catholic teaching on submission in marriage so as to avoid all the negative stuff and get at the heart of a proper Catholic understanding of “wives submit to your husbands…”(Ephesians 5: 21 etc)  Replace the language using “submit” with this: “I am my husband’s second, I have his back in the spiritual war we call life.”

I chose this because in Catholic teaching men and women are of equal dignity. We are partners, we are part of the Church Militant, and we live this life in a spiritual war zone.

“I am my husband’s second, I have his back in the spiritual war we call life.”– Ann Seeton

We NEED to be a team, but like in military situations, our spiritual lives depend on the bond, the special connection. He leads, but wives, we are his second! We have his 6! This is not some soft task.

Are you an assertive leader at work? A go-getter? Is he more laid back? You have his back, what are his strengths? Contemplate them, then get out of his way as he does his thing–and you have his back.

It may be a woman thing, this ability to discern. We track and arrange so much but I don’t think it was a mistake that God called Eve a helpmate for Adam. We know she took the lead and failed to have Adam’s back.

Look at Mary. She was not passive, she thought on everything, she said yes to God. She called herself a handmaid. Yet she wove Jesus’ tunic in a single piece! That is skill people– she could work a loom complex enough to allow a garment to be woven without seam! That was so high quality the soldiers gambled to see who got it. She clothed God incarnate. She also nudged Jesus at the wedding at Cana to fix the wine situation. She followed even to the cross, and did not waver. She had his back to his death–and there were more women at the foot of the cross than men. God called the shots, but Mary had Jesus’ back.

Think about the Proverb’s 31 woman. Talk about a go-getter, strong, leader! She made it possible through her brilliant management for her husband to do what he did. She was his second, she had his back, and because of her gifts in action, he could sit at the gates with the elders. Our modern use of the word “submit” is miles away from this!

You want to rock the entire, “wives submit to your husbands” scripture? Reframe it to, “I am my husband’s second, I have his back.” and let yourself discover with prayerful discernment what that means in your specific marriage and home.

Dear Lord, thank You for my husband. Please help me to be a good second and have his back every day. +Amen

Allergy Testing and Ventriloquism

I am very happy with the allergist. I was referred by my primary care doctor, and as I had no preference, I took whomever had an opening.  The nice lady told me to go off all my allergy medications if I wanted to be tested, and I was tested, and to my surprise I have a LOT of allergies. More than I remember from the testing 20 some odd years ago.

So we have an initial plan of saline washes twice a day, allergy nasal spray twice a day, anti-swelling spray twice a day, and see how my voice and body handle it.

I have no idea how it will go.

If this isn’t enough to get a consistent control of symptoms, we will look at shots.

AND it turns out the tightness in the chest is asthma from allergies- another allergic reaction. So that may need to be treated separately. Mostly it only bothers me when I am outside during high pollen periods, and then I cannot exercise without being miserable. It may be why my exercises to increase my breath control for Ventriloquism are only having some impact. Voice training isn’t going to cure swelling due to allergies.

I am on the journey to keep up my voices and become able to schedule a show and know that I can do it!

Dear Lord, Thank You for modern medicine! Give wisdom and insight to doctors. Help me to comply with doctor’s orders and successfully avoid infections and loss of voices. +Amen.