Ethan 2014Last week we told you that Ethan Rediske, the eleven-year-old son of Segullah staffer Andrea Rediske, was in his final days. On Friday morning, he passed from this life to the next. His funeral was this afternoon. Andrea and her family have been touched by all of the love and prayers that they have received from people around the world who read Ethan’s story, and as a gift to us, she has allowed us to publish her words from Ethan’s funeral here:

Thank you all for being here today – it is so good to see your beautiful faces. I’m utterly overwhelmed with love from the people who have come from far and near – family and Ethan with parentsfriends who are here with us today, many from other states, some from other countries. I am humbled to my knees for all of the acts of kindness, service, messages, meals, prayer, and fasting by so many. We have been prayed over by members of our LDS community, friends and family of other faiths, nuns in a convent in northern California, and many friends who have no religious affiliation or belief have sent words of peace and blessing on our behalf. People we don’t even know have been praying and fasting for us. My heart is overflowing with gratitude for each of you. Thank you for being there during our grief and for coming to share this time with us.

Before I talk about our life with Ethan, I want to tell you the story of my great-grandmother, Rebecca Randle Ellis. I know that I met her when I was a little girl, but I don’t remember Rebecca Randall 2her – she died when I was very young. I am grateful to know her life’s story and her legacy. She was born in Bracon Ash, Norfolk, England in 1882. When she finished as much schooling as she could at the age of 15, she began to help supplementing her family’s income working as a maid and a nanny. In this capacity, she took her first trip to Canada, but returned back to England because she was so homesick. In 1916, she moved back to Alberta, Canada, this time for a boy. My grandfather recounts that her future husband, John Ellis, and the minister met her at the train station when she arrived in Alberta, and they were married on the spot. They built a homestead in Manola, Alberta, where she worked with her husband on his mail route, and also milked cows, cleared trees, forked hay, washed clothes by hand, and fed pigs and chickens. She was only 98 pounds, and I imagine that she was fierce, braving the cold Canadian winters and working as hard as she did. She was also a wonderful cook, making bread, cakes, cookies, pies, and trifles. She loved children and loved to play games with them and tell them stories. When my grandfather, Louis Ellis, was eight years old, he contracted polio. After sitting with him through the fever, they took him to the hospital in Edmonton, Alberta, where the doctors told Rebecca and John that he would never walk again. I imagine that she said to herself, “Well, I’ll show you!” And she did. She took her little boy home and put him on her kitchen table in her 16’ x 24’ homestead in Manola and massaged his back and legs three times a day for a year. Because of her efforts, he was able to walk and have a normal life. When I knew my grandfather, he used a built-up shoe, had a limp, and used a cane, but he lived a beautiful life. He went to school, married, had children, worked hard all his life, served a mission, and then traveled the world with my grandmother when they retired. When I was a little girl, I remember getting souvenirs from Spain, Ireland, Hawaii, Australia, and other countries from around the world. His mother gave that beautiful life to him.

After Ethan was born, and we began to understand the extent of his disabilities, I thought often of my great-grandmother. I thought about her fierceness and strength, and the Ethan Rediskeefforts she went through to give my grandfather a beautiful life. I thought to myself that I came from that stock and hoped that I had inherited some of her grit. But, unlike Rebecca Randle Ellis, I didn’t have to do it alone in a little homestead in Canada – I had an army of medical professionals to help me to give Ethan a beautiful life. Doctors, nurses, therapists, and teachers all helped me to make Ethan’s life the best that it could be. Ethan had home health nurses for the last 6 years of his life, and each day, these angels came into our home and cared for his medical needs. Each day, I heard them singing to him, telling him stories, and playing games with him. Nearly every day, they took him for walks, and he developed these gorgeous tan lines on his legs that showed where his knees were exposed to the sun. Each day was a beautiful day as he received loving care at their hands. Therapists came weekly, massaging his muscles and helping to prevent painful contractures. I also heard them talking and laughing with him as they worked with him. Ethan was a huge flirt, and loved the women that worked with him, batting his long eyelashes, smiling, and laughing when they came. Special education teachers also came weekly, stimulating his mind, helping him make choices, making art projects that adorned his walls, and knowing intuitively what educational methods would work best for him. His special education teacher Jennifer Rose came to visit him every day before he died, and again I was struck by her love and dedication as a teacher. When it was time for hospice care, his hospice nurse brought us peace, comfort, and the knowledge we needed to help him transition into the next life. We are eternally grateful to each of you for your love and care of our sweet boy. By making his life better, you have made our lives better, because we have always known that he was in good hands and that he knew love every day of his life. This army of loving medical professionals helped me to give Ethan a beautiful life.

I want you all to know that I have a testimony of my Savior, Jesus Christ. One of the most beautiful and profound verses in all of scripture is also the shortest: John 11:35 that states Family 2014simply: “Jesus wept.” In this moment, Christ had been summoned to Mary and Martha because their brother Lazarus had died. The Savior didn’t rush in, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ve got this! I’m going to raise him from the dead! It’s all under control! Everything is going to be ok!” No. He saw their grief at their brother’s death, and He sat down and wept with them. I know He weeps with us today. Each of you is showing me His love by weeping with us today. Isaiah 53:3 describes the Savior as, “…a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.” By suffering not only for our sins, but also for our pain, sorrow, disappointment, loneliness, and grief, He understands us intimately and perfectly and can heal us individually and personally. I have felt His healing power in my life many times, but most especially during Ethan’s last moments.

I know that it is through Christ’s atonement and resurrection that one day we will be reunited with Ethan, that we will know him and embrace him, and that our family will be together forever. I know that right now, he is safe and at peace, that he’s free from the body that imprisoned him in this life, and that he is running and playing. I know that my Grandpa Louis Ellis has been his guardian angel his whole life, and that he was the one to take him home. I long for the day when I will see them both again and to be able to thank my great-grandmother for sharing her legacy with me.

Thank you all for sharing this day with us.


  1. Rosalyn

    February 10, 2014

    I don’t have any good words for this. Only that this is lovely and heartbreaking all at once.

    And your fierce mothering has made me want to be a better mother myself.

  2. Brittney Carman

    February 10, 2014

    I couldn’t read it without crying. I’ll never forget his smile.

  3. Cheri

    February 10, 2014

    So many layers–deep family bonds across time and through the veil, mother-strength, Jesus’ grieving, angels everywhere around us. So much beauty. Thank you, Andrea and Shelah, for sharing this with us.

  4. Kristen

    February 10, 2014

    Thank you for sharing your beautiful words. I just want you to know I’m continually thinking of you, praying for you and being inspired by you.

  5. Kerri

    February 10, 2014

    Prayers for you. I am so so sorry.

  6. Melonie

    February 10, 2014

    I think this is such a simple and pure testimony of the Savior and His love and the love of family. Thank you, Andrea. Thank you, Ethan.

  7. Michelle

    February 11, 2014

    More thoughts and tears and prayers your way.

  8. Kellie

    February 11, 2014

    I’m so glad I got to meet him, to be given one of his brilliant smiles. Thank you for sharing your beautiful eulogy.

  9. Heather B From SC

    February 11, 2014

    Weeping with you.

  10. Marie Leticee

    February 11, 2014

    I know that God doesn’t make mistakes. I know that Ethan was here as an angel to teach many of us a lesson in our life. I know that he was trusted into the care of loving parents who had the right heart. Thank you Rediske family.

  11. Michelle Baker

    February 11, 2014

    My heart goes out to you in your loss, Andrea. Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts about your precious son and the strength you drew from your ancestor. It’s wonderful to think of you with him again and with your grandpa and his mom. I have a son beyond the veil as well, and that day of reunion just can’t come soon enough. Thank Heaven it will come in due time.

  12. Michelle

    February 11, 2014

    Oh Andrea. I don’t think anyone could read this without shedding tears and feeling immense love for Ethan, your family and our Savior. Love you.

  13. KDA

    February 11, 2014

    Andrea, thank you for sharing these words so that we can also celebrate Ethan’s life at this time. What a great legacy you have inherited and how blessed Ethan was to interact with so many caring people. Peace and comfort to you and your family at this time.

  14. Blue

    February 12, 2014

    I loved both your and Chris’s talks. I wish we could post his, too. And that musical number…like a story without words. It was a lovely service and delivered so beautifully by his dear parents. I couldn’t make it through the closing song…thank you for verses 4 and 7…that’s my all-time favorite hymn and we never sing the last 4 verses. I got to about “for I will be with thee thy troubles to bless” and then I couldn’t sing any more. I know he will consecrate this loss to your good. ♥

  15. Andrea R.

    February 14, 2014

    I didn’t know how else to thank everyone who prayed and fasted for us during Ethan’s last days. I am overwhelmed with your kindness, generosity, and love. Since you all couldn’t be there for the funeral, I thought the best way to share the day with you would be to share this with you. Sending my love and thanks from the bottom of my heart.

    Blue — that is one of my favorite hymns as well. I couldn’t sing ANY of the verses of “And when through deep waters I call thee to go…” The Lord has been with me through the deep waters. Thank you for being there.

  16. Catherine A.

    March 2, 2014

    Andrea, I can’t believe how late I am in finally reading this. But what a very tender end to my Sabbath. I love the story of your great-grandmother. You absolutely have her grit. And the life you gave Ethan was exceptionally beautiful. We have all been touched by your devotion and love. I wish so much I could have met him. You are strong and dear and I’m overwhelmed by the love that emanates from your family in these photos. Love you. xoxo

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