Sunday, July 10, 2011

It was toward the end...

...of last year that we found out my nephew, Seth, would be performing again with the drum and bugle corp, the Blue Knights, from Denver.



(If you didn't read this yesterday, go back and read it before continuing on, so that you will know the whole story.)


Grandma Great was excited and proud that he would be doing what she loved to watch him do, playing his trumpet.  However, there was the concern that with her deteriorating health she would find it difficult, if not impossible, to attend his performance.  I told her that she would be there.  I would see to it.  I just couldn't imagine life without her.  I couldn't think of us living without her.


...but it was not to be.


When she passed away in February I realized Seth's concert was one of the many things she would not be here to witness along with birthdays, two up and coming birth days, and holidays.  It was a sad reminder that what we had enjoyed with her would go on with out her.


As the time for this year's performance grew closer the anticipation also grew.  Our kids were excited to see their cousin and I couldn't wait to see my nephew.  This year they were performing at Ricce Eccles Stadium at the University of Utah, but they stayed at a jr. high in Bountiful, which meant I got to see him practice.  Thinking of Seth and knowing he would be missing grandma, I made him a big bowl of roast beef and mashed potatoes with gravy...


...because that's what she would have done.


That evening we were front and center in our seats, in my hands a big yellow sign proclaiming Seth as MY nephew and that he was OUR favorite Blue Knight.  On the drive down and then several times through the night comments were made about how much Grandma Great would have loved being there...


...her absence was obvious.


The next morning I drove to Weber State University to watch the corp practice before getting on the bus and heading out to Loveland, CO to perform the following day.  Eventually Lauren came to watch and then Aubrey.  We spent two hours just listening and watching the hard work it takes for them to compete with other corps from across the United States.


...and again I thought of her and how thrilled she would have been to see him.


Then the storm clouds gathered that afternoon, those of us watching moved up to the top of the stadium huddling together under the box seats to keep dry.  The wind blew, the rain came in torrents, but eventually the sun peeked through making the grass sparkle and the sky a beautiful blue.


...it was against that blue sky that we witnessed a tender mercy, a large yellow butterfly, hovering over us, the color of its wings glowing in the moist air.


Not a word was spoken, no one needed to say a thing...


...we just all knew she was there...watching with us...watching over Seth.


...yes, she was with us and we are ever grateful for Grandma Great and yellow butterflies.


(that's Seth in the black shorts with the nice looking tan)



Lauren loves her Seth...then again, everyone loves Seth.





...and to my mother, thanks for being there...love you more.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Some conversations are sacred...

...and shouldn't be shared. 




...but Danielle told me about a talk she had with Grandma Great not long before she died and she gave me permission to share part of it.


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Grandma seemed to know she was going to be leaving soon.  We all had glimpses of her deterioration and we all tried, especially the girls, to use this opportunity to build a stronger relationship that would provide memories to last the remainder of our own days.




...and it was in the midst of this experience that Danielle asked her one day how she would know if Grandma was thinking of her, watching over her from heaven?




...a butterfly, she told Danielle, watch for a yellow butterfly and think of me and know that I'm thinking of you, loving you...




...so it has been on a regular basis that a large yellow butterfly has become a regular visitor at Dani's home.  It flits here and there, lingering for a moment on the lilac bush or dashing between the lilies. 




"Come and see," Sammie calls to her mom inside the house, "Come and see the butterfly".


...then this week it happened...the butterfly landed on Sammie, right on her face...


...butterfly kisses, Sammie whispered, butterfly kisses from Grandma Great...







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...but there's more to the story and I'll tell you about that tomorrow...

Friday, July 8, 2011

From cinders...

...to Cinderella, there is something magical happening.


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Cinderella gets her teeth cleaned at my dental office.  She is just as sweet as the fairytale says.  I recently told her that on more than one occasional I have had to look behind here to see if she is being trailed by little bluebirds carrying her sash.  When she arrives, whether in a beautiful ball gown or in a pair of blue jeans after cleaning the castle, there seems to be fairy dust in the air that makes even a grown woman become a believer.




Once she was the guest of honor at a tea party at my house for all of my granddaughters.  So when she told me she would be having lunch with all the little princesses of the kingdom, I just knew we had to go...




...and she was gracious as always, autographing Emry's princess book and letting us take her picture.












...and then we had ice cream with all the toppings, and since that wasn't enough sugar, we also had a cookie.






It truly was a magical lunch date.




...and Emry has the autograph to prove it.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

This is for the Sheriff...

...and his sweet wife.




























 There are those who will say the kids today are undisciplined, selfish, lazy and lack good morals...


...but not this kid.

My nephew, Seth, is amazing.

I couldn't be prouder!

Go Blue Knights!!!

Monday, July 4, 2011

Let freedom ring...

...from sea to shining sea.


HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!


...and in honor of those who have fought for us to have our independence, I would like to quote President Ronald Reagan:




FREEDOM IS NEVER MORE THAN ONE GENERATION AWAY FROM EXTINCTION.  WE DID NOT PASS IT TO OUR CHILDREN IN THE BLOODSTREAM.  IT MUST BE FOUGHT FOR, PROTECTED, AND HANDED ON FOR THEM TO DO THE SAME.


I attended the Tabernacle Choir's 4th of July performance.  It made me proud to be and American.  Aubrey taught Relief Society and reminded us that it requires sacrifice on all our parts to keep the blessings of God on our nation.

Our family celebrated by walking/sweating/and dragging bikes decorated with flags and balloons in the children's parade.  Saturday morning was the Centerville parade with the fly over and veterans being honored on floats and in cars.  Following the color guard, I caught a picture of Cameron still standing at attention long after everyone else had sat back down.  I hope he always knows about the brave men and women in our family who have sacrificed for all of us.




























































...and now we are off to fireworks, the perfect end to a perfect weekend for a beautiful country.


...and just in case you have forgotten the lyrics to my favorite song...here they are...


The Star Spangled Banner Lyrics
By Francis Scott Key 1814



Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!