Monday, October 5, 2009

Wyatt's Sunflower

I read a very heart-warming commentary written by CNN contributor Bob Green that I wanted to share with you. I've reprinted it in it's entirety below.

Photo credit - CNBC website.

On the morning of last year's annual Sunflower Fair in La Porte, Indiana, a family, appearing a little lost, walked up and down a crowded street, looking in vain for the table to sign up their entry. They carried a large sunflower with them.

If no one noticed the exhausted, grieving look in the family's eyes, that was understandable. The Sunflower Fair is a place of happy noise: rides and music and food booths. It is La Porte's fall festival, and people from across northwest Indiana come to spend a Saturday in the midst of the milling, chattering crowds.

The family silently bearing the large sunflower had never been to the fair before.

But this was important.

They finally located the entry table, and asked for a form. They carefully filled it out. Their flower was entered in the seed head category -- the one that judges the largest seed head, which is the circular area in the middle of a sunflower.

They wrote down the name of the person who had grown the sunflower:

Wyatt Wilke.

He was their 7-year-old son.



He had died earlier that same day, at a few minutes after midnight.

Now, less than 10 hours later, here they were, with Wyatt's flower.

"He loved growing his sunflowers," said his mother, Cathleen Wilke. "Every year we talked about coming into La Porte for the Sunflower Fair, but we never got around to it. Wyatt really wanted to be part of the contest."

That's what they had planned -- a day at the fair, to enter his sunflower. He was a healthy, constantly laughing boy -- he loved school, where he was in the second grade, he loved horses, he loved his big brother John, with whom he shared a bedroom. The Wilkes lived in the tiny town of Hamlet, about 15 minutes from La Porte; Wyatt would look out the back window, watching for blue jays and cardinals.

"He planted his sunflowers in our garden," Cathleen Wilke said. "He was so careful with them. A few weeks before the fair, there was a heavy windstorm that knocked his biggest sunflower over. He called to me: 'Mom, it's on the ground -- my flower, it's down.' He was afraid it was ruined. But he managed to save it."

The week before the fair, Wyatt wasn't feeling well in class -- he had a sore throat. The school called on a Wednesday. He came home.

"But the next morning, he was up, and he wanted to go to school," his mother said. "He was always so responsible -- he said, 'I didn't get my homework done last night.' I told him that was all right, that the school would understand. But as I made him his toast, he sat there on the couch, doing his homework."

She told him he really shouldn't go to school. He stayed home. That day, he seemed to get sicker and sicker.

"We drove over to the hospital in South Bend that night," his mother said. "He was talking in the car. As sick as he was, he said to us: 'Mom and Dad, when are we going to get to go camping?' There was this big, round, moon in the sky, and he looked out the window of the car and told us to look at it. He said the moon was so beautiful."

At the hospital, they knew he was in very bad shape. Wyatt, it would turn out, had contracted an overwhelming bacterial infection that had entered his bloodstream and that was attacking his organs. He was in the hospital that Thursday night and all day and all evening Friday. His body went into septic shock; it couldn't fight off the infection. Friday turned to Saturday. His life ended just as the new day began.

"He had always told us he wanted to grow up to be a Marine," his mother said. "Then he said he wanted to be a doctor. So we told him he could be a Marine doctor."

And now they were at the hospital, and at age 7, he was gone.

Someone remembered: This was going to be the day of the Sunflower Fair.

How they found the strength to do it is hard to conceive. But that morning, carrying Wyatt's favorite sunflower -- the one he had saved when the wind had knocked it down -- they were at the fair in La Porte.

They waited together as all the categories were judged. No one around them had any idea.

And then, through the loudspeaker system at the fair, the winner of his category was announced:

"First place. . .Wyatt Wilke."

The judging committee looked around, waiting for the winner to come forward and accept his trophy.

His family. . . .

Well, you can imagine.

"I don't even remember which one of us went up to accept it for him," his mother said. "But Wyatt had won. He had won."

That was a year ago. A few months later, the fair's organizer, Phyllis Jones, approached Cathleen Wilke and asked her if she would like to serve on the committee. She said yes.

And this year at the fair, the contest -- all the categories, the whole competition -- had a new name:

The Wyatt Wilke Sunflower Contest.

The seeds from Wyatt's winning flower were given to his classmates at Kingsford Heights Elementary School. The children planted them in the school's new memorial garden, the one that is named for Wyatt.

The sunflowers are blooming now. Soon enough winter will arrive, and the snow will cover Indiana. But the seeds will be planted in the school's garden every year, and forever the flowers will return, bright and vibrant and full of life's very best promise, like the smile of a boy who believes he can do anything.


17 comments:

Layanee said...

That is a real tearjerker! One never knows.

sweet bay said...

What a sad and beautiful story.

It is so shocking and tragic when something like that happens to a healthy young person. How hard for his family. Obviously he was very much loved.

Mildred said...

Thank you for sharing this story. What a grand way for his family and friends to honor his memory.

tina said...

It brought tears to my eyes. So darned sad!!

cherry said...

wiping tears ~ oh my goodness what a sweet sad story. Thank you for sharing ~ hugs, Cherry

Jackie said...

Thanks for passing along this bittersweet story. It reminds me that life is so precious!

Carrie said...

That's a beautiful, heart-breaking story. There aren't words. Thank you for sharing it.

Cliff W said...

That's such a beautiful but heartbreaking tale. It only goes to show you the strength of the human spirit. Thank you so much for sharing this with us.

RainGardener said...

Very sad - I was in tears. But beautiful that his sunflower won!

Mary Delle said...

The nicest part of the story is that they entered the sunflower after all. That made it all worth it.

Karen said...

I think Wyatt would have wanted them to keep on keeping on! What a courageous family!

audrey y said...

I started to be very sad, but suddenly stopped and realized those beautiful blue eyes are now looking at the wonders around him as he views a Heavenly landscape

Bless that lovely boy

Audrey

Catherine@AGardenerinProgress said...

A very moving story. I can't believe his parents had the strength to go to the fair to enter his sunflower. Thank you for sharing this story.

Annie said...

Thank you for sharing this very special story...7 years old and I believe this young man knew more about living than I do at 67. After reading what his family did for him I can understand why he was the young man he was...what an incredible family...

lynn'sgarden said...

Pass the tissues, please! Glad you shared this amazing story, Jackie! I'm hoping his family will forever grow sunflowers and honor him in this beautiful way.

Joanne said...

What a terribly sad story to loose a child so young from bacterial infection.

Sadder still are the number of children around the world struggling for treatment for another bacterial infection Lyme disease not usualy progressing so quickly although it can, it generally is a long insidious illness but one that children are most at risk of.

June said...

Oh, Jackie, I am never going to recover from this. I will never look at a sunflower without thinking of Wyatt.