"NOELY
This last 2 weeks I go from crying, to having a sense of unreality, to finally feeling part of me is gone. Perhaps only a handful of us?certainly not I?knew Noel had been sick.
There are, I suppose, a lot of things that make up the happiness of our lives. And we don't, I suppose, think on any one of them until it is missing.
NOELY SOON TO ARRIVE
I had a love for and attachment to Noel before his birth. My sister Toni (12 years older) was living in West Virginia, and we'd get letters from her telling us what was going on.
When she was pregnant we got a letter, and mom, reading, said, "Toni's thinking of naming him Noel."
I, unfamiliar with the name, said, "Don't name him Noel!"
Then a few weeks later we got another letter, and mom said, "She's thinking of naming him Neil." I immediately replied, "Name him Noel?name him Noel!!"
I was 7 when he was born.
Very excited later when we got baby pictures, I brought them to my 3rd-grade class for show-and-tell.
[Insert: Baby picture of Noel?in black-/yellow-/green-/red-striped jumper.]
A few years later Toni moved home, and Noel was beginning to grow.
And Noel would ask me, "Will you play baseball with me? I'll be your best friend!"
I didn't really always want to play baseball. But afterward I was always glad I had.
When Noel was five, Toni moved with him to Arizona, and that was somewhat hard on me. But she and Noel would also come back to Minnesota every year or two to visit.
NOEL'S SENSE OF HUMOR
Since he was very young, Noel always had a great sense of humor. He liked to tease in a very playful manner.
I had a female pen pal in Hawaii from 7th - 12th grade, and Noel (age 6 or 7 now) found out about this and kept trying to find out what her name was, but I wouldn't tell him.
Finally, he wrote out on paper and stuck to our family bulletin board: "JOHN + PEN PAL."
In 1979 (Noel age nine now) the two of us were watching a movie on a Saturday night called, "The Two Lives of Jenny Logan" with Lindsey Wagner?I on the left, Noel to my right. (You can still watch this on YouTube. And I finally found it and watched it again this last year.)
The movie was very meaningful to me, and I was trying to concentrate.
And there was a theme song playing intermittently throughout the movie.
[Insert staff with notes.]
And Noel (seemingly to twit me for taking the movie so seriously) would sing the melody line over and over again in an increasingly bizarre, distorted, contrived, and wildly exaggerated manner--until I couldn't help, in spite of myself, but to start laughing.
[Insert melody line/manner in which Noel?very playfully?mocked me with it.]
Over the years Noel and I would trade calls and talk about life. And we would also very loosely plan my coming out to Arizona and the two of us taking a trip to the Grand Canyon. For various reasons--maybe a million reasons?it never quite happened.
Strangely, I finally come--but only now when Noel?s presence can no longer be had.
I conclude here that certainly the crying, and also the feeling of unreality, but (more than both of these) the degree of happiness I have experienced in life is in no small way linked to the fact that there was, somewhere in the world, a man named Noel Russell Ferlen.
Noel, you are sorely missed.
And, maybe without knowing it, you kept your promise: You have ALWAYS been my best friend.
John Johansson
Arizona
(Oct. 26 ? 29, 7:23 a.m.)"