Noah's Memorial Service
Noah's Baptism; Sept 2002
The Eulogy for:
Noah Leon Hansen
March 10, 1978 to December 24, 2011
Noah was not an easy child, but he was as a blessing in our lives. No one would wish for a child with problems. We want only perfect children. Unfortunately, they don’t exist.
Noah suffered from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder; diagnosed at about seven years old. It was a terrible burden to bear, for himself and us. The most noticeable symptom of OCD is in that one develops rituals they cannot avoid. Of course his peers couldn’t help but notice as he’d go back and forth through a door, spinning around twice on a single foot as he entered, having to land on the other foot in exactly the right spot. If it wasn’t done perfectly, it had to be repeated. As a result he was a very lonely child. But, thank God, Noah was the first child in Oregon to receive a new wonder drug, Anafrinil. In less than two weeks the rituals were nearly gone. Still he was compulsive in his behavior, quite hyper and suffered panic attacks. It obviously didn’t fix everything, but we thanked God for it none-the-less.
Noah did well in school academically, but struggled socially. As a result, he was placed in a couple of alternative schools, starting in 1993. In 1995 he grew dissatisfied with their approach and entered Clackamas College’s High School Degree program, which he finished, then completed a series of undergraduate classes. His favorite subjects were Political Science, History and Painting. He became good friends with these instructors. He flourished in school. He loved to learn and was an avid reader, including the Bible. He traveled to Germany as an exchange student with the college. He made two other trips to Germany as well as Ireland, Austria Poland and other former Eastern Bloc states.
Noah was a very good poker player. That seemed unfortunate to his mom and I, but we didn’t do the wiring on him. He moved into the Big League’s for a short while in 2006, moving to Las Vegas, but moved back within three months. Since then he had contented himself with regular trips to the nearer casinos. He loved to play poker.
Noah began flying in 2005 and soloed that summer. He was an aviation enthusiast in art as well, collecting a number of signed military aviation prints. He flew a lot with one friend in particular. They’d decide to go somewhere on the spur of the moment, jump in the plane and leave. He was the self-designated flour bomber at the fly-ins.
Noah didn’t attend church regularly, but he read his Bible. He was more versed in the scriptures than many Christians. But, he never liked the Old Testament. He thought ‘That God’ sounded pretty angry and vengeful. But when you pointed out the prophecies of the Messiah, or parallels like the Passover story, he was at peace with these. He was baptized with me in 2002, and though he didn’t buy into all the theology, he did believe in the reality of Christ’s substitutionary death., His miracles, and His love. One night a visiting friend told him he was like Job. To which, he replied, “No; Job had it much worse“, then went on to name a few of the maladies. He suffered those last ten months with little complaint. We are very proud of him. After the last set-back, his second ankle going flac-cid, He was frustrated at his downward spiral. I told him then that I had never felt he would get a transplant, that if he were to be healed, it would be by God. He said that depressed him. But I think it helped shift his focus. I had told him from the beginning that God had given me assurance in the outcome. I just didn’t know whether it meant physical healing or spiritual healing or both. I reminded him of the paralytic that was lowered through the roof to gain access to Jesus, and Jesus told him, his sins were forgiven. Then we talked about why Jesus felt compelled to forgive him before even offering to heal him. When we were done he recognized the priority. The last week or so of his life, he spoke frequently about his death. Just three days before, he said quite plainly that he expected to die before the end of January. I’m sure that his eyes were more fixed on Jesus than any other time in his life.
Noah had a wonderful sense of humor. We encouraged him to try stand-up comedy, but he never felt adequate. His friends will remember his ability to turn even a single simple word into something very funny.
Noah, unlike his dad, liked to cook. And there were a number of cooking shows that he enjoyed watching. When he became ill, he/we went on a journey into sodium-free food, much of which was quite tasty. He was quite well versed in nutrition.
Noah loved music, all kinds, except rap. And he liked Shakespeare.
God Bless and thanks;
Leon, Mary Lou, & Jeremiah