Monday, October 13, 2014

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!

Today Oct 13 is my dad's birthday.  I used to hate the day to come because I never knew what to get him.  The guy had everything he ever needed and more shirts and socks than he knew what to do with.  But today I am wishing I could get him another present.  I wouldn't complain about having to do it.  I don't know what I would get him, but I would like the chance to do it again.  He has been gone 6 years now and today he would have been 90 years old.  He was such a young 83 (He died in March and hadn't turned 84 yet- I really can add) and was so healthy right up to the time the dreaded cancer got him.  I miss him!!!  and my mom.  The family isn't the same without them.  Happy birthday, daddy!  I love you!

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Work Harder -- Be Better

I went to a graveside service of a friend's son-in-law today.  He was 51 years old and left a wife and 5 children.  He was on a fishing trip up in Alaska, went in and laid down and didn't wake up.  The autopsy showed nothing!  It was like Heavenly Father reached down and just took him home.  He was a teacher and a wrestling coach.  He was the same age as my baby brother and was a classmate of his. He was waiting on the birth of his grandchild, had plans to retire in 4 years and come back to Star Valley and build a new home on his ranch in Freedom.  My heart aches for the family that he left behind.
At the service, a fellow coach and friend, said a few words before he dedicated the grave.  He told of being Jody's mission companion and of the lesson he learned from Jody-  Work Harder--Be Better.  Those words touched my heart today and maybe Jody is still teaching life's lessons even in death.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

LOSER????

 Well what do you think?  Am I a total loser or what?? 
Four plus years ago I do this big spill about how things are going to be different and how I am going to use this blog for my very own journaling.  
 Ha--now you know for sure what kind of a journaler I am. 
                            A TOTAL LOSER  
Yip, that would be me for sure!!! 
                  LOSER     LOSER      LOSER

 I could go on and on with a list of things I have screwed up on but I am not going to. 
          I am going to  say "YAY TO ME".  
                                 I'm back!!   

We are all 4 years older-4 new grandkids have come into the family (happy times)- a brother has passed away (sad times) Words of a song---"sounds like life to me."  Yip, that's what is has been LIFE.  And I have lived it.  Whether I wrote about it or not--I have lived it and have fallen and gotten up and learned from it- just like we all do. 

 Am I sad that 4 years have gone since I last posted? Yes 
         Am I a Loser because of it?  NO
   

Now I have four more years of experiences to glean from--to look at the failures and successes and possibly share them and help others.

We are so blessed to be able to pick up and move on and hopefully do better.   David A Bednar has said "If today you are a little better than you were yesterday, that's enough."    That's what I want.   And right now that is what I am--a little better than I was yesterday.  Will I fail again?  Yip  But I'll be back again.  And every time I write something, I am leaving part of me for my kids and my grandkids.   I Am Not a LOSER!  I am a person doing the best I can with what I have and I am so blessed to have YOU! 
                   

 

Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Girl I Had Been Hoping For



I can't believe that it has been 32 years since you stole my heart. I didn't have the luxury of ultrasounds to tell me what gender I was having. But I had 2 great boys and I really, really wanted a little girl and there you were with your big eyes and head of dark hair. How could I help but give you my heart? When they got us back to our room I had to unwrap you and make sure you were the girl I had been hoping for. You were then and you still are--THE GIRL I HAD BEEN HOPING FOR.

You fit so easily into our home because you were so good---The calming effect in a house of boys. You were the peacemaker from the get go. And loved music from day one. You whistled around the house from the time you were able to walk. You sat and listened to daddy's stereo through those huge head phones from the time you could hold them on your head.

You have always been "my hero" You have accomplished things I would never even attempt. You will probably not understand how proud I am of you until your girls fulfill your dreams for them. And that is just what you have done for me. Fulfilled every dream I ever had for you--a college education, a mission (I didn't even know that was one of my dreams), a temple marriage, the cutest little family that is being raised in a Christ-centered home. What more could I ever ask or hope for? You have struggled through some personal trials and have come out on top. You are my right arm, my rock and my strength and I love you more than life itself.

Thank you for being that girl I had been hoping for and more.
Happy Birthday, Butterfly!!!!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

DO ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN?


If you believe the name of the movie, then I guess they do.

Yes, it's true. Sessna is dead. She died about 3:30 this morning in the middle of the living room floor. We think her lungs filled up with fluid. She has been coughing for quite awhile but the last couple of days it was worse. But she was still eating and still wanting Chad to throw her toy just yesterday. She cried out last night and woke us up. I thought she was having a bad dream and yelled at her to be quiet, but Chad got up and she was about gone. I knelt down by her and she convulsed a couple of times and it was over. So a 14 year part of our family has gone on to wherever dogs go.

May I make a suggestion to you who might have a daughter that wants a dog. Get her one before she is a senior in high school. Let her have one while they are growing up together. Brooke had Sessna from Christmas until she went to college the next fall. You can't take pets to college. Then she went on her mission. You can't take pets on missions. Then she got married and went back to college. You still can't have pets at college and if your husband says you can't have one in your house then the dog stays at home with the parents for the full 14 years. We have taken care of her, cleaned up after her, lost shoes she chewed up, fixed furniture she tore up and now we have to miss her. Who made up that dumb rule?

My dad used to sing an Elvis Presley song called Old Shep. I would almost cry everytime he sang it.

When I was a boy and old Shep was a pup
Over hills and meadows we'd stray
Just a boy and his dog
We were both full of fun
And we grew up together that way.

I remember the time at the old swimmin' hole
When I would have drowned beyond doubt
But old Shep was right there
To the rescue he came
And he jumped in and then pulled me out.

The years fast did roll
And old Shep he grew old
His eye sight was fast growing dim
It was then that the doctor looked at me and said,
"There's no more I can do for him, Jim."

With hands that were trembling
I picked up my gun
And I aimed it at Shep's faithful head
But I just couldn't do it
I wanted to run
And I wished that they'd shoot me instead.

He came to my side
And he looked up at me
And he laid his old head on my knee
I had struck the best friend that a boy ever had
And I cried till I scarely could see.

Now old Shep has gone where the good doggies go
And no more in the meadows we'll roam
But if dogs have a heaven
There's one thing I know
Old Shep has a wonderful home.


I hope dogs go to heaven and I hope Sessna and my dad are playing together again--just like they did when they were both here.

Friday, January 15, 2010

CHOICES

I am finding that as I go through my days now I am starting to look a little more for the good things rather than fussing about the small stuff. If I know I am going to write about something, I look for something good to write about.

Today is about a choice I had to make. Addie called this morning to see if I was feeling okay and could she ride the bus to my house after school -- of course she can. I love spending time with her but I find as I go through the day I start both dreading and looking forward to the time the bus will come. Dreading--she is infringing on the time I could be doing absolutely nothing and Looking Forward To--she is full of life and fun to have around and she really seems to like being at my house and deep down I don't want to miss out on grandma-granddaughter time. That would just be silly.

So here she came today full of excitement at getting 100% on a math test and getting a can of root beer as a reward and having a substitute teacher that gave her a pencil. And she gives such great hugs. She brought her American Doll magazine with a picture of a triple bunk bed her daddy is going to make for her and wanting to know if we could make the blankets and pillows. I assured her we could but we should wait until dad has it sized and in the works so we will know how big to make them. She was fine with that but a few minutes later she says, "Grandma, I want to learn how to sew. Will you teach me?" She knows the right heart strings to tug on.

My mom didn't sew much and I don't think I even thought of asking my grandma to teach me so my learning experience was a 4-H club and one of mom's dear friends, Nola Hepworth.

"You bet, sweetheart. What would you like to sew?"

She wanted to do a doll blanket. Straight seams--no problem. I drug out the material. She chose one she liked and I got out the sewing machine. I made some straight lines on a piece of paper so she could practice keeping the needle on the line and we were off on our own little adventure. Four crooked, stop and start over seams later (she could tell when she was getting off and would stop and fix it herself) we had ourselves a doll blanket--a small version of a baby receiving blanket and she loved it. I helped her sew a cute little fancy stitch around it and she took home her first sewing project. I took some pictures of her but can't get the camera's memory card to work so pictures are forthcoming.

Okay let's think about this--sitting all afternoon doing absolutely nothing because I don't want to do the dishes or clean the toilet OR a couple of hours with a little sponge soaking in everything she could about a new experience and then watching her take a new doll blanket home to HER special doll.

Thanks for the fun afternoon Angel Addie. I love you to the moon!
Oh, I did make the right choice.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

LIVE LIKE YOU WERE DYIN'

On several occasions in my life I have had the opportunity to think about that statement. Several years ago one of my mom's very best friends, which meant our families were very close, got the dreaded cancer news. "There's spots in your back and in your lungs and..." At the time she was late 50's early 60's (about the age I am now) I remember Mom and I going to her house "to make her feel better". That was a joke. She made us feel better. As we sat and talked and cried and laughed, one thing that struck me was she is kind of lucky. She knows her time is limited and can make the necessary adjustments in her relationships so that when the time comes, she can feel she has done her best to live the way she wants and know that her family and friends know she truly loves them.

I on the other hand think I have all the time in the world and if Chad leaves in the morning without me telling him that I love him, that's okay because he will be home tonight and I can either tell him then or let it slip by again because I always have tomorrow.

Do we have tomorrow? There are absolutely NO guarantees on that one.

It was September 2007 that we found out my dad had colon cancer. He was gone March 8, 2008. Six months!!!

Now Chad and I have a friend--one of those really good friends that you have had since time began. The one that lived in the same ward with you, started kindergarten with you and ended high school with you kind of friend. About a year and a half ago, he had a seizure at work and ended up at the University Hospital in Salt Lake with a golf sized growth being taken out of his head. The dreaded C word. I have had a really hard time dealing with this for several reasons. One: I had just gone through the C word with my dad and he was DEAD--granted he was 83 but it was the cancer that got him. Two: he had made some really bad choices in his married life resulting in disfellowshipment one time and excommunication another time. His dear wife had stuck by him through it all including rebaptism and having his priesthood blessings restored and now he was putting her through HELL again. That was making me really, really angry. Three: he had a great job with good insurance, something that Chad and I do not have so I was jealous. Four: he was able to quit his job and go on disability which still gave him an income and could be with his wife 24/7, something Chad and I could never do so I was jealous again. I'm not looking at the fact that he is undergoing chemo and radiation and is sick and puking and losing his hair and... I am only thinking about my feelings.

Chad has spent as much time with him as possible, has talked to him at least once a day on the phone for the whole year and a half--being the friend that John (not his real name) really needs and it has made me angry. Angry because I am already angry with John and angry because I think Chad needs to spend that time with me.

I have a really hard lesson to learn here and me writing this in the blog is hopefully the first step. I totally need to live MY LIFE like I am dying. We visited with John and his wife (who by the way is a childhood friend too) during the holidays. I watched them as they sat together on the couch, holding hands and just being together. I had a KA CHING moment! A moment when I wasn't angry or jealous but happy for them that they had this time together to really be together now that the kids are gone. And that is what I want in my relationship with Chad and my family. Definitely not the illness but the love and togetherness. I am going to have to work harder at it than my friends are because Chad and I are still trying to make a living and still have separate agendas in some things. But if I truly try harder to live each moment like I am dying or Chad is dying or my family members are dying or my friends are dying, I think we can all have a richer more rewarding life.

I love Tim McGraw's song Live Like You Were Dying. Take a minute and read the words. Maybe we all need to think about this.
He said I was in my early forties, with a lot of life before me
And one moment came that stopped me on a dime
I spent most the the next days, looking at the x-rays
Talking 'bout the options and talking 'bout sweet times.
I asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end
How's it hit 'cha when you get that kind of news?
Man what did ya do?
He said--
I went skydiving
I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I'd been denyin' (That's a whole blog in itself)
And he said some day I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin'
He said I was finally the husband, that most the time I wasn't
And I became a friend, a friend would like to have
And all of a sudden goin' fishin, wasn't such an imposition
And I went three times that year I lost my dad
Well I finally read the good book, and I took a good long hard look
At what I'd do if I could do it all again
And then
I went skydiving
I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man She
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I'd been denyin'
And he said some day I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin'
Like tomorrow was the end
And ya got eternity to think about what to do with it
What should you do with it
What can I do with it
What would I do with it
Skydiving
I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu
And man I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I watched an eagle as it was flyin'
And he said some day I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin'
Ya, know I don't need the chance to live that way--I just need to
DO IT!