6 months out . . . if only we were allowed a brief visit!

July 16, 2016

This may sound a bit strange . . but I find myself talking to my Mom in my mind on occasion . . . It's usually when I'm alone by myself going about my day, or out taking a walk by myself. I like to believe she can hear and understand me. "How's it goin' Mom? What are you doing up there? What's it like? Is it true that the colors are amazing? Are you happy? Who are you spending your time with? Are you able to hike and bike like you love? I like to think, and often say, that you are up there hiking the heavenly hills and riding the heavenly trails! Please say hi to Grandma and Grandpa Tanner for me, and Grams and Gramps Preece, Gram Storrs, Grandma Cora, Uncle Rick, Aunt Betty, Uncle Bill . . . and everybody . . I sure miss you!" 

Great Aunt Betty and Mom's sister and sis-in-laws!

There's no doubt in my mind Mom is 
having a great old time up there, or just wherever heaven might be. Lucky girl!  I just keep having the thought of how lucky my Mom is that she made it!  She made it through this challenging earth life, and she seemingly did it so well and so gracefully! We're all left to wonder how our loved ones will eventually die, and how we, ourselves will eventually leave this life. I no longer have to worry about the idea of how my Mom will pass on. It was definitely a worry of mine. My desire was that she would die peacefully, gracefully, quickly and cleanly, and that's exactly how it happened. My prayers were answered and I am grateful for that!

Mom's family in the 60's?!

I was talking to my Dad on the phone the other day and he said, "Wouldn't it be so great to be able to spend a few hours with Mom, with her healthy mind? I wouldn't want the time to end though . . and wouldn't want her to leave. I would want to go with her!" Imagining such an occasion brought the tears back. I couldn't speak for a few seconds. Tears are definitely fewer and farther between these days, and I am surprised at the randomness of when they do come and when I miss her the very most. I still have my random moments of longing for her, as some of my siblings have told me they have felt the same! My Dad definitely continues to get teary easily and quite frequently, which is unusual for him. I've never known him to be that way until these last six months! 

Aunts and uncles and cousins on Mom's (Tanner) side!

Life goes on without my Mom and it's tough sometimes. We go to the airport to welcome her brother and wife, Rick and Jan, home from a mission . . . we meet my Mom's siblings for dinner up in Brigham City a few weeks ago . . and next week for the 24th of July weekend, the whole extended Tanner family, Mom's family, will all meet up at the Tanner family cabin and celebrate my grandparents, Dick and Dale Tanner's, 100th birthdays! Grandpa Tanner turned 100 on July 10th!  

Between my Mom and her 4 other siblings, there are 30 of us cousins on my Mom's side and many of them will be there next week! I love them all! They are all fabulous people and I love to be with them, but there will always be that big missing piece whenever I am with them! It will forever make me sad, but I have found that I can be strong and do hard things. Mom would want us to go on and be happy!  

Gram and Gramps building the Tanner family cabin 60ish years ago!

 

As I continue to go through my Mom's journals, here are a few random entries that I wanted to share . . . and as you will see, her family and extended family has always played a very important part in her life . . . and in ours too!

May 9, 1978

Last night I had my Mom and Rob (her youngest brother) to dinner and for family home evening.

     Today the kids are back at their old tricks -- all of the clothes have been taken out of the drawers and they are trying 10 different outfits on. At nursery school they made crepe paper hats . . when they got home, they plopped the crepe paper in Chuck (the dog's) water dish and turned it orange . . got orange water all over the utility room. Michael had diarrhea . . dripped out of his diaper and all over me, the rug, in my purse, down his leg etc. etc. . . the wonders of motherhood! 

May 19, 1978

     Cammy and Katie (3 year old sisters) stayed all night at Grandma Margaret's and collapsed a grate on her window well . . they both fell in and got pretty scraped up. I was home planting petunias.

Mom with sis-in-laws, Jan and Sandy Tanner!

June 9, 1978

     I'm in the Jacobsen's (dinner group friends) car on the way to Vernal to stay overnight and then go down the Colorado River in rubber rafts. Paige and Mardi are with me, but the rest of the troops are home with Grandma Cora and Grandma Margaret. Mike is coming up later tonight . . he has a hard time taking any time off . . hasn't taken one day off this year.
     Mike and I went to the temple last night and were the witness couple. I also took the kids swimming at the Teerlink's house yesterday.
     Mardi just finished 3rd grade and Paige 7th. Mardi had a ballet program at Indian Hills and her school dance festival. Mardi is taking tap dance from Dixie Schoenhals and so am I  . . tapping off pounds!
     I was just in charge of the evening of sharing program in mutual. The theme was gifts of the spirit and I wrote a poem to each of my mutual girls.
     I'm also on the luncheon committee for the closing social in Relief Society.
     Jogging or running is certainly a popular way to stay in shape . . . I wish I could make my body think it is fun!

Mom and sister Deanne!

July 2, 1978 . . Sunday

     We got back a week ago from Laguna Beach. We took everyone but Michael who stayed with Grandma Margaret.  We took Grandma Cora with us and dropped her off at her friend's house in Hemet, California. We spent a day at Sea World in San Diego and a day at Disneyland. We also had Janice and her family (Dad's sister) down to the beach for a day. It was a good change but was not very restful with 2 small children who like to pinch each other, pull hair and scratch!
     The day before we left, the bishop pulled Mike aside and asked his permission to call me as Mutual President . . It ruined my trip. I just can't imagine how I'm going to do that with all the over night retreats, etc. and still raise these little children. I feel many days like I can barely get the wash done. 
     This is a very hard period in my life as I have so much responsibility and relatively no free time. Sometimes I yearn for just one day of peace and quiet. Mike is also gone so much!
     Today we went to Mike and Sandy's ward to see the blessing of Richard Crandall Tanner. He was blessed with a love for and a desire to serve his fellowman, no matter what their station in life. We then went to Sandy's for dinner - and ate in their back yard. 
 

Gram and Grandpa Tanner in the 50's or 60's!

July 16,1978 (38 years ago today!)

     Returned today from 3 days in Bear Lake. It was the gathering for the William Tanner and Richard Tanner reunion. (My Mom's Dad and his brother) All of Uncle Bill's 13 children attended but Bryan and Mark . . also 19 grandchildren. All of our family was present . . 5 children and 16 grandchildren. We were all very cozy in close quarters with lots of bodies but had a marvelous time water skiing, playing tennis, eating etc. We had a several spiritual meetings with Uncle Bill's family -- a special Sunday school class tonight by John Tanner on raising children in today's world so that they hold fast to the gospel principles. Also had a meeting to discuss daddy . . . Richard Tanner . . and talked of his life and personality for the benefit of those who didn't know him well. 
     Uncle Bill and his family of 13 children have always been very inspirational and a great example to me. Uncle Bill also gave me a blessing that I might have more than just two kids a few years ago.
     Paige (older sis) spent last week at Brighton Camp and loved the experience. I attended the Laurel and Mia Maid Camp up on the stake's property above Oakley. We slept in tents and cooked our meals in tin cans. I had a "better than expected"  time but about froze to death during the night and returned with a bad cold . . . sniff, snort, drip!
     On July 13th I forgot to mention that I went to dinner with my old friends that I went to church with from 7 years old to 18 years old. Many of these girls I hadn't seen in ten years . . Marie Kibbe Hansen, Judy Landward Hollingshead, Carmen Pingree, Kathleen Hale Webb, Camille Lamoureax, Edith Lund, Christina Nelson.

It's been 3 months!

April 18, 2016

One of our favorites of Mom!

It's been three months today since Mom passed away. I still have my moments, usually totally out of the blue, where I get emotional about the thought of not being able to see her again while I live here on earth. I honestly am not even sure what triggers my emotion. It just comes on suddenly. I think I have mentioned this previously in another blog post, but, on one hand, I am so happy that my Mom has been released of her diseased mind, and is now free to hike and bike the heavenly hills to her hearts content, and to think straight again. But then on the other hand, I feel a little ripped off when I see other women around her same age who probably have many years ahead of them . . and wish that I could spend more time with her here. I think maybe it hasn't quite hit me completely that she is gone. I get emotional when I think about the fact that I can't just call her on the phone anymore like I used to always be able to do. I keep finding myself with the thought of wanting to call her and talk to her and tell her things . . . and even with her diseased mind. I would take her any way I could get her!

Before she went into the care facility at the end of last September, I would often call just to see how she was and to see what her and my Dad were up to. Even when I was just calling to ask my Dad a question or to talk to my Dad, I usually made it a point to talk to her as well. I miss those calls. I miss her. I miss her thoughtfulness, her listening ear, our walks, our hikes, her sense of humor, her laugh, and just about everything. But, I know I will see her again and that's what keeps me going. Luckily my emotional moments are pretty spread apart and infrequent these days, and that is good. I am able to keep my emotions in check for the most part.

A recent painting done of my brother Steve with Mom!

I've still only visited Mom's grave site a couple of times. We are still waiting for the headstone to be completed and set in place. Hopefully by Memorial Day! Memorial Day will for sure take on new meaning this year! And Mother's Day too! I hope I can visit the cemetery soon without feeling quite so emotional!  I would imagine it just takes a little time. I find myself getting a little teary eyed when I see reminders of Mother's Day coming up. I think this year’s Mother's Day will be hard . . . no doubt about it! Our first Mother's Day without our Mother . . . yes, that will be different and difficult!

My hope is to make a tradition every year of gathering at her grave site, and one day my Dad's grave site too, and eating a picnic lunch with whatever family members can make it, and reminiscing about them and their lives. I noticed last year on Memorial Day, when my Mom and I were walking around to the different headstones up at the Salt Lake City Cemetery, and talking about different family members who had passed on . . . people were having happy picnics at the grave sites of their family members. I loved the idea and hope to make it happen!

Salt Lake Cemetery last Memorial Day, 2015

People continue to ask me about how my Dad is doing. I've seen and been with him on a handful of occasions since Mom died. He seems mostly good and is keeping pretty busy updating his house and yard, playing tennis, working on correlation assignments, getting caught up on tv series, going out with friends etc. He has made comments to me, hopefully in mostly a kidding manner, that he is "living the lonely, widow life!" but then he laughs about it. Sadly, I think he really sorta feels that way.  Although he’s mostly busy and seems to be doing just fine, I'm sure he's had many moments alone to ponder over his situation and is still mourning his loss . . . and I’m sure he will be for a long while! But he’ll be ok. He's a strong guy.

As I mentioned in the last blog entry, I want to keep up this blog, even now that my Mom is passed, just to house her many past journal entries.  My hope is that future generations will be able to read this one day and will feel like they know her and all her goodness. Reading her journals has been so interesting and eye opening to me, especially now that I am a mother, and even grandmother myself, and can relate so much to many of her thoughts and feelings. 

Mom, brother Mike and Dad (notice casserole in hand!)

I've been reading from her first journal that began in 1978, when she was in her mid 30's and I was around 9 and 10 years old. There are some topics that my Mom talks about frequently . . . some common themes that come up over and over throughout all her journals . . . always going out on the town with various sets of friends with and without my Dad, tennis matches with my Dad and other couples, her tennis team, going on medical trips and fun trips as a family, as a couple, with friends and family, being on one committee or another, being in charge of some church or neighborhood party event, taking meals to people, exercising and her love of the outdoors and being fit, having people over for dinner constantly etc.  I know for sure that my Mom lived a full, busy, fun, sometimes very challenging and service oriented life and I hope to be able to be even half the woman she was and is! 

Here are some random journal excerpts I want to remember: (good times and hard times!) FYI: My siblings are Paige, Cammy, Katie, Michael and Steve . . . and my Dad is Mike . . so you will know who my Mom is talking about in all her journal entries! :) Paige is my oldest sister, and then me . . . and then there was 6 years between me and Cammy and Katie, and then my brothers Mike and Steve came at the end.  

September 18, 1978
It snowed last night! Michael has a bad cold, Cammy and Katie stayed the night with Great Grandma Cora, I am working hard on the Mutual New Beginnings Program - along with Anne Stewart. Mike and I have never been closer or had a better relationship! Mardi broke a bone in her hand last week (it got her out of practicing the piano for a whole week!)

Jane Pugh and Mom tap dancing!

October 9, 1978
I never watch tv . . . and spend my extra time doing more worthwhile things such as reading books, tennis, tap dancing and mutual.

November 14, 1978
All have colds - Katie can't hear well - may have to have her tonsils out. She keeps saying "Say it louder Mom."

Now that Michael is more mobile and getting into lots of mischief - and the girls can't play due to the snow, I feel like I've really got my hands full. Some days everyone is so cross. I feel that Heavenly Father must have sent me all the grouchy children. Some days they scream and cry to the point that I scream and cry too.  It's a good thing they have their cute moments. I've been putting an undershirt on Cammy and Katie and they call it their bra. Cammy is also to the stage where she is starting to draw. She must use 50 sheets of paper per day drawing a little girl that look like this: (see the photo of that journal page)

Mike and Mom in the early 80's

Michael loves to go outside and grabs his coat and runs for the door whenever anyone looks like they're ready to leave. Paige does very well at sports - tennis, basketball, soccer etc. Mardi is easy going, and although balks occasionally, generally does what she is asked to do. Mardi has quite a charming sense of humor. 

Mutual continues to keep me busy. We are gathering canned food for a food bank for our mutual service project tomorrow night.

I'm also in the process of decorating many rooms in our home . . . choosing wall paper, paint, furniture etc.

Last week I had a very strange thing happen to my left hand. I developed acute arthritis in it that lasted 4 days. It was red, swollen and very painful. (It was difficult to change the baby's pants with one hand.) Mike felt it was a side-effect from a viral illness I had had. I hope so . . . would hate to have arthritis forever.

Mom, Me and Paige in about 1970

December 6, 1978
Mike and I went to San Francisco from Dec. 1st to Dec. 4th. We flew down and had beautiful weather and a marvelous time. Liz and Jack Hammond were on the same plane so we rented a car and toured around San Fran on Friday - - Golden Gate Bridge, Muir Woods, Sausalito etc.

We stayed in the Fairmont Hotel. While Mike went to Cardiology meetings, I shopped and shopped and shopped - Macy's, Cost Plus, Mademoiselle, rode cable car, went to breakfast at Sears and had a marvelous time.

On Sunday we rented a car and visited our old Greenbrae Ward - saw our old friends - Darrell Smiths, Rex Gardners, Trent Keys, Coombs, Willmores, Roberta Cribbs, Packs etc.
That night we drove to Mikes' Uncle Howard Paxman's to see his home and then took him to dinner on the 46th floor of the Hilton Hotel.

On Monday I finished my shopping while Mike finished his meetings. We then went to Pier 39 on a Cable Car where we ate lunch and super choc chip cookies. Then flew home at 4:15pm.

Our kids were well taken care of by Grandma Cora and Grandma Margaret. Paige gave a talk in church while we were gone.

Glam shot of Mom!

Today I am getting ready for mutual and trying to get ready for our neighborhood party this Friday night. The main course is at our house . . . wish I had more Christmas decorations!

Have also cleaned up dog diarrhea off the rug, and flour from all over the kitchen, as Katie was making "pie".

Mike is very busy at work -- usually leaves by 5am and comes home by 7pm. 

6 Weeks After the Funeral . . .

March 6, 2016

Mom LOVES her flowers!

It's been about 7 weeks since Mom passed away.  Sometimes I don't feel like it's real.

For about a month I found my emotions to be in a state of numbness . . . is "numbness" a word? :) After my thousands of tears I had shed leading up to her death and at the time of her death, I found myself unable to shed any tears for about a month. I think mostly I was just happy and relieved that she was no longer stuck in that diseased mind of hers and she was finally at peace, and that made me feel at peace. I was also super busy getting my second son ready to leave on his mission and so my mind was often distracted. For the last few weeks though, I have found myself breaking down again for just a few minutes at a time as I think about her and how much I miss her! I guess it was probably about the time we sent my son to the MTC about 2.5 weeks ago when my emotions were opened back up! 

Goodbye for two, Tan - February 17, 2016

I want to keep my Mom's memory alive in the years to come for myself and for my children and grand kids. I continue to read her journals and watch the Video of Mom played at the viewing.

I've also had some of my favorite photos of Mom printed up for my Dad and to hang on our fridge. Paige (older sis) and I have resumed the project of going through and organizing the thousands of photos my Mom has taken over the years and we have found some treasures! I love going down memory lane and finding photos I have never seen before!

Whenever we drive past the mortuary where Mom is buried, which is right on the way to my parent's house, we send out our greetings to her, as we have done for the past 10 years for my grandparents who are buried there as well. I have visited her grave site a few times in the last few weeks, although it is still just a big mound of dirt . . and that for sure brings the tears! I wonder how long it will take to be able to visit there and not feel so emotional? Maybe I just need to go there more often! I've mentioned it before but I love the location of her burial! It is right next to my parent's stake center and a hop, skip and a jump from the parking lot, and right next to this big tree that I love. I've thought about going there and taking my adult coloring book and just sitting for a while and basking in the peace. I can see me doing this often in the future.

Tanner, Katie, Steve, at the Tanner cabin in 1998

One of the most common questions I get from people lately is "How is your Dad doing?" People are so nice to think of him in his assumed very lonely state. Yes, I think he IS lonely and has been for quite some time, even for a time before her death, but he is tough and I know he can do this. A great thing he has going for him is that he is keeping busy with his correlation committee and tennis matches and volunteering at the Fourth Street Clinic. He also has many kind friends who call and invite him out, and my older sister right down the street who often goes over and watches various shows with him on tv. 

My Dad's told me a few times that he's now mourning the wife of many years ago . . the one he remembers pre-fourteen years ago! I worry about him . . . but then I don't.  He's the type of guy that does not want to be fussed over and would not want us worrying about him!  I will anyway! :) That's just how I am. All of us kids keep close tabs on him and see and talk to him often. We will all make it through the rest of this life without her, even though we miss her so darn much! So much sometimes that it literally hurts! And interestingly, I was just thinking yesterday, that it's not just the pre-14 years ago Mom that I miss, but it's the Mom from last year too, and from the last fourteen years, even with her diseased mind, that I miss too. I just liked being with her! I miss her sense of humor, her love, her kindness, her laugh, her smile and everything about her!
 

Mom's brothers and wives . . . awesome people!

But I don't miss watching her suffer. I am reading a book right now about a man who had a death experience, went to the spirit world, and then came back to tell his story. It's hard to know just how much of it to believe but I sure hope that it's all true. The picture this guy paints of the after world is amazing with the beautiful colors and flowers and the people there, and the PEACE! That's what I want to imagine my Mom doing . . . exploring the amazing hikes in heaven and listening to beautiful music and feeling such PEACE! I can just picture it now . . . her leading the way on hikes with her parents, Aunt Betty, grandparents etc.

I want to share one of the journal entries my Mom wrote back in March of 1978 . . . I was 9 years old at the time. It reveals her very real, so normal and great personality!

March 21, 1978 - Today is a beautiful 70 degree sunny day and is Cammy (my younger sister's) 3rd birthday. She is a talkative, happy child who started out the day by opening her new record player from her Mom and Dad, a ball from Mardi, Play Doh from Paige, and then went to nursery school with Katie, where she passed out her birthday cookies to all her friends. She and Katie were all dressed up in their bunny ears and painted on whiskers and nose . . . darling kids if I may say so myself! Michael (brother), 7.5 months, accompanied me on a shopping trip for a lamp and new dress. He's like his Dad when it comes to shopping -- not too keen on the whole thing.  Mardi is at Primary, Paige at soccer practice and we'll be spending the evening at Grandma Margaret's for a little birthday party.

She's a beauty inside and out!

I want to insert here a bit of info from last month which may someday bring a chuckle from Cammy and Katie (sisters) who are both little mischief makers. I have never had occasion to witness children who are bigger mess makers. Several weeks ago while I was sick, Cammy and Katie went into the bathroom and flushed 5 or 6 toys down the toilet. I was talking to a friend long distance from Maryland . . . I kept trying to stretch the phone to see what they were doing . . by the time I got off the phone, the toilet was flooding all over the bathroom and wouldn't stop. In between my tears and anger -- I would plunge the toilet and then hit the kids with the plunger -- first one and then the other til I finally got the toilet stopped and the kids bawling uproariously. 

Several days later they were playing in the sugar bins in the kitchen with sugar all over their faces, on the floor, in their hair etc. While I cleaned up that, they went downstairs, undressed, emptied the clothes out of their drawers and began their own version of a fashion show. Last week, Mike and I intended on going to a movie one Friday night (Close Encounters of the Third Kind). 45 minutes before we were to leave, I went downstairs and found Cammy and Katie smearing 3 tubes of Crest toothpaste from one side of the basement carpet to the other. The more I scrubbed, the more it suds-ed. Needless to say, another red fanny session for "the two". Some days I know our house will never make it til they outgrow this . . . plants and dirt, sand on rugs, magic markers on bedspreads, books ripped, Mardi's chest of drawers tipped over, Mike's filing cabinet tipped over, crayons in heating vents, door guards off doors, poo poo in the tub, sand in hair, flower arrangements de-flowered, vegetable garden de-vegetabled . . . etc. It's no wonder a mother resorts to sending their kids to nursery school. It's either that or murder. :) 

Mom and her dinner group friends!

I wouldn't trade them for the world however, especially when I get big hugs and kisses and "sanks Mom!" (thanks:))

I remember hearing about this incident with the toys and the flooding toilet!  If I recall correctly, I think she also called our next door neighbor Caroline to come over so that she didn't kill the kids. haha  We laughed about this for years! Luckily she eventually was able to laugh about it herself!

PS. I realize that many of you have been reading these blog posts to keep up to date on the condition of my Mom, and you might wonder what the purpose is of me continuing to write this blog. I am going to continue to keep writing, but on a less frequent basis, to have a place to house the thoughts, memories, photos, and journal entries of my Mom for posterity! It's a great way for me to express my feelings that brew inside of me!  Thanks for reading! xo

My funeral talk!

February 3, 2016

My extended family received so many nice compliments about the funeral for my Mom last week! The thing I loved to hear the most was that people went away from the funeral feeling so good, inspired, uplifted and with the desire to be a little better. I'm so glad that people want to make little changes in their life all because of the life of my Mom! She would be so happy knowing that her life has made a difference!

One friend sent me a text a day or two after the funeral that said . . .  

Mom wanted to make sure that Mike, my brother, was making time for the fun things in life and on his mission, along with all the serious stuff! Mom was always up for some fun and adventure and she wanted to make sure we didn't take life too seriously.

In addition to this, there are so many things I will remember about my Mom's life and I will strive for the rest of my days to carry on her awesome legacy! 

My Dad and two brothers right before the funeral!

In addition to my Dad speaking at the funeral, I spoke along with 3 of my siblings. Here is my talk from that day . . . and I hope to collect the other talks as well for future blog posts! I talked about a handful of those "things" that I will remember about Mom's life!  

Mom’s Funeral . . . "I Will Always Remember . . ."

January 25, 2016

I am known as the family crybaby! Although I’m only supposed to be talking about 5 minutes today, my family has teased me that I need at least 15 minutes in order to get through it.  Let‘s hope not!  I can do this! 

I’ve thought about and dreaded this day, the day of my Mom’s funeral, for such a long time now and I’ve tried to imagine what it might be like. It’s hard to believe that’s it’s really here! 

Our whole family has been overwhelmed with all the love and support we have received from you . .  the meals, flowers, the texts and phone calls and so much more!  We have learned from you what it means to mourn with those that mourn and comfort those that stand in need of comfort! I hope to be able to mourn and comfort others as you have done for us! You have made all the difference as we have grieved over these past many years!  
  

Boys at the grave site after the funeral

 Yes, it is a great relief to us that she is finally free of her disease and finally at peace in her healthy mind . . . . but it’s also one of the saddest and hardest times in our lives because we will miss so much one of our very favorite people in all the world!

At the beginning stages of Mom’s disease, she would often express to me her concern that people would only remember her with her failing mind and not when her mind was healthy. I have assured her over the last 10 plus years that we will make sure that she is remembered for who she really is and was. Interestingly though, it’s not just the memories of her before the disease that I want to hang on to, but some of the sweet memories during the disease as well! 

There are just so many things I will always remember about my Mom and I want to tell you just a few of those things!

 Son Jake and bro, Mike

I remember driving in the car with my Mom when I was little and she would ask me, “Who do you think you are going to marry? What do you think your future husband is doing right now?” She was a deep thinker who always seemed to be aware of living life in the present and to the fullest! I loved when she would stop what she was doing and say, “Just think . . we are here right now.” She would literally and figuratively always “stop to smell the roses!”

Of course I will remember our hundreds of hikes and walks, and talks along the way! For the last couple of years I have tried to take my Mom on weekly field trips and hikes and we have had some memorable and priceless times! She is a nature lover and so am I and I have loved being able to share that with her!  On our hikes she would often say, “let’s go see what’s around that corner", often requiring us to climb steep hills or going to uncharted territory  . . . but of course I was always game to go see what we could find around those corners!

I will always remember the thoughtful birthday and Valentine’s cards Mom would send in the mail. They stopped coming about 5 or so years ago but I will miss them expressing her love and appreciation for us. Thankfully I have held on to many of them in my save box which will always be treasures to me! 
 

Family lunch after the funeral with Matt and cousin Brooke

I will remember our bike rides and rollerblading adventures back in the day . . . I loved that she was always up for an adventure.  Even in the last 10 years, Mom managed to ride her bike to my house in Draper all the way from her house . . . about 20 miles!

And our many shopping trips where we would always stop and have an Orange Julius and Mrs. Field’s cookie at the mall. Mom loved to shop!  

I will remember Mom’s many nicknames . . . Mem, Memsie Bob Doodle Toots, Merlee, Buzzie, Z Bob, Mims, Mumsie, Madre, Meermore, and more!  

I’ll never forget Mom chasing me around the house one morning back when I was a teenager as she was trying to get me to fess up that I had received my first kiss the night before from my now husband. She finally cornered me and told me that she just knew it because of how I had been acting! There was no keeping secrets from her!  

20 of the 30 of us cousins at the funeral lunch!

I’ll never forget learning the valuable lesson of having to face consequences from our actions. I remember coming home from school on a few different occasions to find garbage cans that had been emptied onto my floor by Mom, with the garbage cans sitting there . . . the same garbages that she had probably asked me a handful of times to empty that morning. I know I deserved it! It was horrible picking up everybody’s yucky garbage off my floor but I am sincerely thankful for the lessons I learned. 

When I was a dating teenager, Mom would often stay awake until we all came in for the night. We had our curfews and were expected to be in at a certain time.  I’ll never forget getting home one night after being out with Matt, my now husband, and it was after 1:00 in the morning. She wasn’t in bed as she usually was, but was sitting at the kitchen table in her robe with a not-so-happy look on her face. I hated disappointing her like that but still remember how calm she was that night. She was a patient lady!  

I will remember the arm and head rubs we would give each other, her cartwheels, headstands and heel clicks, her beautiful cursive handwriting, putting her leg up on the counter and striking a dancing move, her aromas, her delicious orange rolls, homemade sweetrolls and donuts, her cheese fondue and many other great dishes . . 

I will remember as a little girl Mom wouldn’t let me get down from the kitchen table until I had eaten at least 3 bites of my spinach or other yucky veggies that I used to hate. I will remember her hugs and kisses and watching her plant big kisses on my Dad right in front of us kids on numerous occasions. I pretended not to like it but secretly I loved the fact that they showed such affection towards each other. 

My siblings, Cam, Mike and Katie, and niece Grace

I will remember her sweet tooth and great love of all kinds of sweets, taking her thousands of pictures and covering one eye up with her left finger . . . singing alto alongside her, sharing clothes with her, painting her nails, her “jibbies” (a little pinchy pinch of the lower part of ones bottom), her social grace that she kept to the end, her classiness, her spunk, her love of dancing, her love of Coca Cola (and not diet!), her addiction to chapstick which she passed on to me, her sense of humor, her journal keeping, playing the hymns on the piano, her cooking advice, her phone calls and great listening ear and advice! 

One of the most important things I will always remember is my Mom’s strong love of the Savior, her strong testimony of the gospel and her great love of all people. Mom loved people and served and loved to the end even while she was sick. 

Growing up I remember so many times when Mom would be going to visit the sick, or taking a meal to someone or welcoming an old student or young woman into our house. She had a way of making everybody feel like they were the most important person in the world! I loved reading the messages from all of you missionaries that all seemed to say that same thing . . that she made you feel like a million bucks! I know that she loved you missionaries, you nursing careers students, her Young Women, her kids she taught in the detention center, her tennis team kids that she coached, her tennis friends, her book club friends, her grandkids, Dad, and all her many other friends and family! She told me on many occasions how blessed she feels that she has had such a great life with so many wonderful people in it! 

Josh, my youngest, after the funeral

In conclusion . . . I was Christmas shopping a month or so ago and feeling stressed out with all I had to do and with all I had going on in my life at that time. In addition to all the craziness that Christmas brings, I was worried about my Mom as I thought of her sitting in her room at her care center, most likely alone and not doing much of anything. This thought made me so sad, as I’m sure I shed a tear or two as I thought about her, but then the thought came to me, “What a lucky lady my Mom is! She did it! She’s done! She made it through this sometimes so difficult trial called life! And not only did she make it, but she made it through with flying colors in my opinion! “She has fought the good fight, she served and loved her fellowman (a little addition to the scripture), she finished her course, and kept the faith." (2 Timothy 4:7)  

Pall bearers on a beautiful wintry and sunny day!

Look at all these people, Mom, that are here for you! We all love you so much and thank you for touching each of our lives for good! I feel so blessed to have gotten you as my Mom and so look forward to the hereafter where we will get to dance and sing together and hike to our hearts content in those heavenly hills! I hope to feel you close during this brief period of separation. Please stay close and know that we will be thinking of you and remembering you always!  

I love you Mom and will miss you more than words can ever express . . . but know we will be able to see you again one day!

Can't wait for that day!