tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14249069715549963172024-03-21T09:26:09.240-06:00Kathy's Thoughts and AdventuresEvery day is a new adventure. Live each adventure to its fullest and enjoy each moment.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.comBlogger474125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-55752702217692136022016-07-01T23:05:00.000-06:002016-07-01T23:05:26.533-06:00Five Generations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I went to St. George in March to visit with family and to have a five generation picture taken with Mom, Danielle, Tiffeni, Grayson and myself. It was so good to see everyone and to be a part of this wonderful occasion. Not to often does a five generation happen and we were lucky to have this occur in our family. Mom and I stayed at Lewis and Marsha's home and Danielle, Tiffeni and Grayson stayed with Laile. We had tons of fun and visited to our hearts content. I rode up with Cody, but decided to stay a few extra days with Mom so flew home on Friday.</div>
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I am so lucky to have these three women in my life. Each one brings out the best in me and are great examples of goodness to others. My little Grayson is my GRR baby and I love him to pieces. GRR are his initials and it fits him perfect. I like to make things for him with bears on them. Little Grayson Ryker Rasmussen is my joy.</div>
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This beautiful girl had just finished up with 33 treatments of radiation and no one could tell that she had been through all of this. I was standing in line at the Deseret Book Store in St. George and Danielle came up and told me she was going to be in another area to come there when I was finished. The woman that was standing behind me said "Wow she is such a beautiful girl." I told her about Danielle just finishing up her treatments and she was astonished that there were not outward signs of the treatments. I am so glad that Heavenly Father hears and answers prayers and that he kept her in good health during this time.</div>
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My beautiful granddaughter, Tiffeni, brings delight to me and much joy and I love her dearly. I am proud of the young woman that she has become. She is a good mother to Grayson and she adores him to no end. I am grateful for her and her diligence in striving to make a good life for her and Grayson.</div>
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My beautiful mother I love with all my heart. Every day I thank Heavenly Father for her and for letting me be like her. She has lived a life of goodness and service to others. Even when she was so badly burned, she still thought of others and it was very hard for her to accept being served by others instead of doing the service. My Mom has always been my rock and I have tried to pattern my life after her. She is so dedicated to the Lord and does everything that will get her back to her Heavenly Father's presence. She is a very faithful woman and I know God smiles down on her daily.</div>
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This little minute of a guy brings so much joy to me. I love him and so thankful that he is ours. He came into our family at a time that Danielle needed something bigger and better to think about than her cancer. He helped bring sunshine into her soul and I and so glad she had him to take care of during her ordeal with radiation.</div>
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My Meghan Leigh means everything to me. She is my first granddaughter and boy did I have her spoiled rotten. I love her so much. She loves this little boy and hopefully one day soon Meghan and Mckay will be able to have children of their own. She will make the best mother.</div>
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The love between these two reminds me of the love that Danielle has with her Grandma Jacque. I look at this picture and smile at how Grayson has his arms around Danielle's neck. He loves and adores his grandma.</div>
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This was a fun trip and I was so glad that I got to go. Lewis and Marsha were on a cruise but left their house and car for Mom and I. They had a fridge full of food and all our needs were taken care of. I am grateful for family and how we can love and care for each other. Heavenly Father has given me the greatest gift of all and that is FAMILY.</div>
<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-26661751056016447472015-11-05T01:46:00.000-07:002015-11-05T01:46:31.961-07:00Cancer Has Stuck<i>In April 2014 Danielle was diagnosed with pre-cancer cells in her breast and had to have a biopsy. She had the biopsy just after her Dad had his hip surgery and the next day she flew to Arizona to help me with his post op care. She had to go back every six months to be checked by her oncologist at the Huntsman Cancer Hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah.</i><br />
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<i>Everything was looking okay and staying the same until October of this year. She was scheduled for an MRI. They found a mass and did an other biopsy and the results came back positive. She had a lumpectomy done and two weeks later they did another MRI and found another cluster and did another biopsy last week. Yesterday she called with the results that the new cluster was also cancerous. She is going in on Tuesday, Nov 10th, for another lumpectomy.</i><br />
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<i>My heart is so shattered and the tears just don't stop. I feel so helpless and have no way to help my child. When she was little, I could kiss the boo boo and put a band aid on her and she was happy as a lark. This time the band aid won't fix the hurt and I can't make her feel better like I used to do. This is a fight that she has to do for herself. I have to stand back and watch from the sidelines and pray that she is strong enough to fight for her life.</i><br />
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<i>I keep her name in several temples and know that this has helped her in the last few weeks. Heavenly Father has a plan and we have to accept His will. Every day is such a struggle and I would take away the cancer if I could. I love her so much and just can't stand to see her go through this.</i><br />
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<i>Every day my prayers are for her to be strong and have the will to fight this. I also pray that Dick and I can stay strong and be there for her. This is a fight for our entire family. Every night Hayden wants to say the prayer and he asks that she will get better and can come see us. I love the prayers of little children. They are so heartfelt and simple, but so powerful.</i><br />
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<i>I just have to stay strong so I can help Danielle through this time. Heavenly Father, give me strength to help my child. </i>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-33325089027876988972015-10-08T18:30:00.002-06:002015-10-08T18:58:48.794-06:001329 Capes Sold TodayIn 2008 I started making reversible capes for children. This endeavor has
brought me much joy and my capes are all over the USA. <span style="font-size: large;"><b>Today I sold #
1329</b>.</span> Each cape is made by myself including the emblems. Sometimes my
days are spent just making capes (like today) but as each cape goes out
in the mail, I know there is one happy little boy or girl flying all
over the place.<br />
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I started out making just Superman/Batman and Supergirl/Batgirl (made in pink/purple). Soon it was apparent that Spiderman/Batman needed to be added to the mix. My list of capes has once again expanded and now includes all four of the Ninja Turtles, black/hot pink Supergirl/Batgirl, black/hot pink Spidergirl/Batgirl, and today I added a navy/red cape that is Supergirl/Wonder Woman.<br />
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In June 2015 Brook opened me a store on Etsy where I have an online source of selling the capes. This has proved to be very fruitful and I love to see where my capes are going to next. This week capes went from east coast to west coast. <br />
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Last week a mother wrote me and asked if I could
make her little 4 year old a special cape with his name embroidered on
it. She told me that he was going in for surgery on Oct 13th and this
was going to be a surprise for him on that day. I gladly accepted the
challenge and can hardly wait to hear how our little superman did with
surgery. Please keep Aidan in your thoughts and prayers on Tuesday, Oct
13th. Get well soon my little Superman buddy.<br />
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Here are the capes:<br />
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Tiffeni called me a few weeks ago and wanted a cape for Grayson. I had been so busy and just didn't get it done. Well today was the day. I had to cut the pattern down to fit him and it is only 16 inches long. He will be the cutest superhero on the block. Here are the pictures of the cape.</div>
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Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-13767595284507521112015-09-18T17:08:00.000-06:002015-09-18T17:08:03.108-06:00WOW...Another Set BackThis week I decided that it was getting time to put a quilt on the bed so I went to the closet to get a very special quilt that I have used for the last 39 years. I have taken such great care of this quilt and I love it to pieces. My Mom made Dick and I a quilt when we got married. It was done in all white with dark pink wild roses appliqued on it. For the binding, she did a double row of ruffles. One was pink and the other was white. Absolutely gorgeous.<br />
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When I looked in the quilt closet, the quilt was not there. Frantically I looked in the other closets in the house and no quilt. Nada, Nothing, Nowhere to be found. Hurt and anger filled my heart and it shattered once again. It was one of the items that was taken when our storage unit got broken into. I wanted to scream, cuss and pound on the walls. But once again I picked myself up, shook myself off and told myself that big girls don't act like that. Broken heart all over again. Nasty thieves. That makes two special quilts that was taken by those good for nothing creeps. Violation again.<br />
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I have been so busy making capes to send. Our Etsy store is selling okay and only wish the orders would pick up. It is so delightful when an order comes in and I can send capes to these cute little super hero girls and boys.<br />
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My calling as compassionate leader in the ward keeps me busy. I am in the middle of helping a family get ready to say their final goodbyes to their mother. Her funeral will be tomorrow. I love my calling and so thankful for it. It has been so long since I have had a church calling. Being in this position helps you get to know all the members in a different manner.<br />
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I love my family very much and so thankful that God gave me the family I have. When they hurt, I hurt. When they rejoice, I rejoice. I love each one to the moon and back a zillion, billion times.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-77291204837321266252015-09-14T20:18:00.002-06:002015-09-14T20:18:44.459-06:00Great Things Happened In Our FamilyThis past week has brought extra joy in our family....<br />
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On Wednesday, September 9, 2015 our third great grandson was born. He is the son of Dustin and Jill Jones. They named him Camden Dale Jones and he joins his older brother Jaxson. They will be best buds.<br />
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On Friday, September 11th Dick and I celebrated our 39th wedding anniversary. We have always gone to Texas Roadhouse for our anniversary dinner since 9-11-2001. We have only missed one year of going there and that was last year.</div>
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On Sunday, September 13th our fourth great grandson was born. He is the son of Cory and Emily Bishop. They named him Logan. Logan is their first child and they will be outstanding parents. They have waited a very long time for him to come from heaven.</div>
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Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-19813464471290710012015-09-08T21:31:00.000-06:002015-09-08T21:31:15.394-06:00Many Things Going On...Many things have been going on since my last post......<br />
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We had the funeral for little TJ Ramirez on Saturday, August 29, 2015 and it was attended very well by family, friends and ward members. The entire week was spent giving compassionate service to the family and getting the luncheon ready. We fed approximately 140 people and the ward sisters were so willing to provide for the luncheon. During this week, my love for Stephanie grew ten fold. The day of the funeral she walked into the kitchen where I was working and I have not seen such a glow about anyone like I witnessed in that moment. I knew that TJ was right there with her, lifting and comforting her. She radiated with the love of Christ.<br />
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On Friday before the funeral, Elder Rose and Elder Christensen came and dropped off some pants, ties and suit coat that needed repaired. I worked on them during the week and got them completed for pick up. Transfers are quickly coming so any repairs need to be done asap when they come in. I know that both Elder Hansen and Elder Rose will be gone with this transfer that is coming. I will miss them both more than words can express. Maybe Elder Christensen will be placed in our ward as he is one cool dude also.<br />
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I didn't go to water aerobics during the week as my body was still trying to recuperate from my stressful week before. I literally could not function very well. My body was tired and could not feel rested. On Wednesday morning my head was pounding with a migraine. It was still throbbing by evening and I could not attend our inservice meeting for Relief Society.<br />
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Sharon Vargecko, my new dear friend that moved in the ward the same time we did, came over and I helped her put a pocket in a blanket that Pat wanted hung on the wall. We measured the pocket wrong so now he has another idea for hanging it. <br />
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Sunday meetings were so uplifting for me. The testimonies that were born were so touching and special. They expressed just what I needed to hear. Sunday School and Relief Society lessons were just as touching. I dearly love this ward and am so thankful that we were brought to this area. For the first time in many, many years I finally feel needed and wanted. It is breaking my heart to think about moving from here and going to another area of the valley. <br />
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I have been working on some uniforms for Payton. She is having such a hard time with the new uniforms at ALA. She seems to have a sensory disorder with clothing so the uniforms are a struggle for her. I took a polo shirt and added a skirt to them. Hopefully that will help her, but I doubt it.<br />
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Today Linda Silva from the ward came over as I told her I would hem two dresses for her. She started talking and two hours later she left. I told Dick before she came that it would just take 15 minutes to measure the hems. Between visiting teachers coming and Linda, he stayed in the garage and nearly sweated to pieces. His shirt was soaking wet when he came in.<br />
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Dick has been making some beautiful boxes lately. The missionaries brought him some trees that had fallen over during recent storms and the boxes from them are just gorgeous. He is so talented when it comes to making things with wood. He has his boxes in an antique store in Mesa and we are getting ready for an event in Coolidge the last Saturday in September. He has made lots of wooden cars and trucks and some waddling ducks.<br />
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I am going to start doing some items and put embroidery on them. Hopefully I will be able to get them done before my event in September. Dick ordered me a cord for the machine so I can connect it to my computer and pull designed from the internet. I am excited to do this. Also I am going to start doing alterations and actually charge money for it. Since we moved here it seems like all I do are repairs and alterations for the missionaries and ward members. Now it is time to start charging for some of the work I do for others. I will be getting my new business cards soon. <br />
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Things are settling down a little so maybe I will get to make a cape for my little GRR baby. He is three months old now and getting so stinkin cute. He sure loves his family and they love him. I am so blessed to have the family that I have. Heavenly Father smiled down on me and gave me the best spirits in heaven.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-20552700414107383662015-08-25T00:03:00.001-06:002015-08-25T00:03:22.786-06:00Water AerobicsSince the third week of June, Dick and I have been going to the YMCA three times a week. He does the equipment to do his exercising and I have been doing water aerobics. This has been the best exercise for me as I hate to sweat and feel sticky. Well that does not happen in the water. Let me tell you, you do sweat during the workout but the sticky just gets washed away. The main thing I like about the water exercising is how much resistance there is on the body.<br />
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The instructor is so fun and make each session to where you do not want it to end. I look so forward to Monday, Wednesday and Friday work outs. Yes, this is the exercise for me.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-20405350898370066742015-08-24T01:34:00.000-06:002015-08-24T01:34:49.437-06:00Compassionate Service and Things<span style="font-size: small;">This has been a different week for me. I did give my talk on Sunday and felt accomplished with it. Normally I am so nervous and scared when I have to do anything like that. This time I felt completely at ease and very confident in presenting my talk. It really helps when you are speaking on a topic that you are very familiar with and one that has been an example by your ancestors.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">After sacrament was over, a sister came up to me and said that her grandfather was also Benjamin Franklin Johnson. She comes from his first wife and somewhere along the way she has Martineau family. Right from the first time I met her, I had such a strong sisterhood toward her. Now I know why. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">On Wednesday the 19th, we got our house guest that will be with us for the next 7 days. Miss Maggie MacCourtney is visiting while her parents are in Mexico. I have come to love her and she has filled a spot in my heart since my dear Patches. She is so good and waits patiently for us as we get to know her schedule. Maggie loves her nightly walk through the park.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I have been called to be the compassionate service leader in our ward. This is a calling that I had in Elko and just loved it. When they asked me to take the calling my heart was so overjoyed. This is the best calling in the church and one that helps you get to know all the members in the ward. I have had this calling for about a month now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">On Friday, Aug 21st we had a very tragic thing happen that has broken our hearts. Little TJ Ramirez passed away. On Wednesday he had just celebrated his 1st birthday. As members of the church, we know that he only had to be here just a very short time before returning to our Father in Heaven. He did not have to go through the trials the rest of us do. We know and understand the plan of salvation and have that knowledge that he will be with his family once again and that Stephanie and Amir will get to raise him in the millanium.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Stephanie and Amir are very new members of the church and are amazing. Today as I walked into the chapel there they sat as a family and stayed through the entire three hours. I think everyone was amazed to see them so quickly after loosing their precious baby boy. Stephanie was baptized along with her 8 year old daughter, Nicole, on April 11th. The missionaries baptized her in the morning and then came and helped us move in to our house in the early afternoon. I have felt a kinship to her for us both being new into the ward on the same day. Amir was baptized about 6 weeks ago and they were married just a few days later. I do love this family and my heart is so full of sorrow for them. We will be having the funeral later in the week for sweet little TJ.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I have been blessed in my calling as I have made arrangements for meals to be taken in to this family. Our sisters are so loving and willing to serve. How very thankful I am that we moved into the Copper Basin Ward.</span><br />
Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-27067735174697335272015-08-15T15:00:00.000-06:002015-08-16T21:39:46.535-06:00Personal Journals<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><i>Tomorrow, August 16th I have to give a talk in sacrament meeting at church. They told me to go into Come Follow Me, go to the theme for August and choose one of the topics that were to be taught to the youth for that month. The topic I chose was "How Will Keeping A Personal Journal Bless Me and My Family?" from the Sunday School section.</i></span><br />
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JOURNAL BLESS ME AND MY FAMILY?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The
Lord and His prophets have emphasized the importance of keeping records.
Writing in a personal journal gives us an opportunity to reflect on our lives
and recognize the many blessings God has given us. Our journals can also be a
source of inspiration and strength to future generations of our families.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">In
the scriptures we read time and time again about keeping records.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1<sup>st</sup> Nephi, Nephi begins
writing the records of his people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
verses 1 & 3 Nephi writes “<i>…I make a record of my proceedings in my
days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I know that the record which
I make is true; and I make it with mine own hand; and I make it according to my
knowledge.”</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In Moses 6 we learn
that Adam’s seed kept a book of remembrance in the language of Adam.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then in Jacob 1:2-3 “<i>And he gave me,
Jacob, a commandment that I should write upon these plates a few of the things
which I considered to be most precious…that I should preserve these plates and
hand them down unto my seed, from generation to generation.”</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Pres. Kimball tells us “<i>Your
own journal, like most others, will tell of problems as old as the world and
how you dealt with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your journal
is your autobiography, so it should be kept carefully. You are unique and you
should truthfully record your real self and not what other people may see in
you.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your story should be written now while it is fresh and
while the true details are available.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Write … your goings and your
comings, your deeper thoughts, your achievements and your failures, your associations
and your triumphs, your impressions and your testimonies”.</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Some of what you write may
be humdrum dates and places, but there will also be rich passages that will be
quoted by your posterity.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Many
people wonder what their great-grandparents were like, and our children will
wonder the same about us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The peace and
pleasure that descendants can find in discovering what their ancestors loved
and hated, what their trials and triumphs were, and how they faced challenges
can only be found if a journal is kept.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">In
our home, we have the histories of our extended ancestors and each time I read
their writings there is something new that I learn and new qualities I can
incorporate into my life.</span></div>
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DIFFERENT BOOKS AND EXPLAIN THINGS ABOUT THEM:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">1.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-language-override: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-synthesis: weight style; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="background: yellow; font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-highlight: yellow;">Sand and Soil</span><span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This book is about Richard’s grandfather, Daniel Fredrick Madsen
who was born in Ephraim, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daniel
was born in the first home built outside of the fort in Ephraim.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His parents were converts to the church and
came to America from Denmark.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were
sent to Ephraim to help settle the area with other Scandinavian saints.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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</span></span><span style="background: yellow; font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-highlight: yellow;">Dick’s Book of Remembrance</span><span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is Richard’s Book of Remembrance that was compiled by his
Mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She spent many hours typing
from journals that were kept by her family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It includes pedigree charts, several generations of life histories and
is filled with pictures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The trunk that
she tells about, the one her father took with him to Denmark on his missions,
is still in our family today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">3.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-language-override: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-synthesis: weight style; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="background: yellow; font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-highlight: yellow;">My Life’s Review</span><span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is the journal of my 4<sup>th</sup> great grandfather,
Benjamin Franklin Johnson.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I read it
often and find great comfort in reading his words.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the age of 18, my grandfather became closely associated with
the Prophet Joseph Smith and from 1842 to 1844 acted as his business agent and
private secretary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My grandfather tells
of the night that Joseph was running from a mob.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandpa stayed awake all night standing guard over Joseph while
he slept.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When the Prophet woke and was
ready to go, he touched Grandpa on the top of the head and said “ for this
nights work, you will never have a single grey hair on your head.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My Grandfather never had any grey hair and
many of his descendants don’t either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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</span></span><span style="background: yellow; font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-highlight: yellow;">Dad’s journal</span><span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A few years ago I gave my Dad a journal jar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the jar were slips of paper and each had
a topic written on it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each day he was
suppose to take a piece of paper out of the jar then write in this journal
about that topic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He writes with deep
feelings about things I didn’t know about him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He didn’t get very far in his writings before he became sick and passed
away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This journal is something that I
will cherish forever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">My
mother is the most faithful journal keeper that I know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1982 her house burned down and she was
caught in the fire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She received burns
on 75% of her body and was not expected to survive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was a fighter and survived.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When she was able to use her hands again, Mom started writing in a
journal of her experiences while in the hospital and after coming home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every day she made an entry in her
journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thirty-three years later and
with many journals written she still is writing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her posterity will know her and what was most important to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They will know of her testimony and her love
for the Lord and how she served Him with all her might, mind and soul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many will be blessed by the words she has
written. </span></div>
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a journal can be done in a variety of ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It doesn’t necessarily mean you have to write with pen and paper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It can be done by video, audio, scrapbooking
or blogging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I journal by blogging and
at the end of the year it can be printed and bound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some of my entries are heart wrenching, some are very spiritual
while others are filled with tons of humor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">One
of my spiritual experiences from my journal that I wrote in March of this year
has great meaning to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This
experience is very fresh in my mind and heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I had emotional feelings that were hard to control and as I relate this
experience to others, I can still feel those emotions.</span></div>
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Tuesday, March 17, 2015</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://kathysthoughtsandadventures.blogspot.com/2015/03/laurena-priest.html">Laurena
Priest</a></span> </h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Every Tuesday night I attend the Monticello, Utah Temple
with my brother, Lane, and with my mother. Tonight Lane asked me if I was
taking one of the names I had found through for endowments and I told him no
that I did not have them ready for endowments yet. He handed me a card
from his names and asked if I would take one through for him. I knew that
he had been working on his wife’s line and thought that is where the name was
from.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The name he gave me was Laurena
Priest and she was born in 1877 in Colorado.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">About five minutes into the session my breathing changed, my heart started
beating<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>different and I felt so
overwhelmed with everything around me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I felt so faint and out of body. I kept thinking what is wrong
with me this is not normal. Then the floodgates opened and I was crying
and could not stop. I was beginning to feel embarrassed and didn’t know
what to do. I only had two tissues in my pocket and I had already soaked
one. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I started praying that I could get my emotions in control so I could
concentrate on what was being taught. Suddenly it hit me like being
struck with a brick….it is not you that is crying it is Laurena. She has
waited for so long for her work to be done and she is filled with joy that
you are doing this endowment for her. Almost immediately the tears
stopped, my breathing became normal, my heart was beating correctly and I could
concentrate once again. The session was beautiful and I was teachable and
humbled by this experience. Just before the session ended the tears
started again, but this time I knew they were tears of joy from Laurena Priest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we got into the car, I told Lane I had to tell him something that happened
in the temple. I told him about the crying, the change in my breathing,
how my heart was beating differently and how happy my sister was that I was
taking through the temple. I said to him “the only thing that would have
made this even more meaningful is if it had been one of our family names”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lane said, “she was one of our Fuller family
members that you took through tonight.” Tonight I was in full spirit with
my family beyond the veil. Not to often are we able to experience this
type of closeness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I see spiritual growth in myself as I write of blessings the Lord has poured
upon my family and me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want my
family to know the real me and know that there have been trials in my life, but
I was able to pick myself up, shake myself off, stand tall and continue on down
this path of life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Along with the
trials, there have also been many great adventures and experiences.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Without the journals of our ancestors we will not know
them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How thankful I am for all the
journals that were kept in my family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>For the knowledge I have of their lives, their hardships and their
joys.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have received many blessings
because of the faithful men and women they have been in following our leaders
advice of keeping journals.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jacob 4:3 - 4 “<i>Now in this thing we do
rejoice; and we labor diligently to engraven these words upon plates, hoping
that our beloved brethren and our children will receive them with thankful
hearts and look upon them that they may learn with joy and not with sorrow…
concerning their first parents. For this intent have we written these things,
that they may know that we knew of Christ, and we had a hope of his glory.”</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen</span></div>
Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-91158843699190407422015-08-10T16:21:00.001-06:002015-08-16T21:40:08.986-06:00Grayson Rykar Rasmussen<span style="font-size: large;">Our little Grayson Rykar Rasmussen was born on June 7, 2015 in Reno, Nevada and is the son of Morgan Tiffeni Rasmussen. Grayson is my first great grandson but is really my second great grandchild. I am so proud of Tiffeni in starting another generation in our family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> They brought Grayson to Arizona to meet us the Father's Day weekend. My greatest joy was sitting and rocking this precious bundle so fresh from heaven. I just love this little man.</span><br />
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<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-66611135231360325872015-08-10T16:14:00.004-06:002015-08-16T21:40:43.414-06:00Derek's Air Force Retirement<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><i>On Friday, June 12, 2015 Derek retired from the Air Force after spending 25 1/2 years as a member of the military. His career has taken him all over the world and he knows some pretty high up people. This ceremony was so beautiful as they honored my son. No mother could have been more proud of her son than I was and am. </i></span><br />
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<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-24766346049103195622015-08-10T15:38:00.000-06:002015-08-16T21:41:05.979-06:00Life Is Precious<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I flew to Shreveport, LA on June 8th for Derek's retirement party from the Air Force. I was flying from Tucson to Dallas and then on to Shreveport. For over a week I was worried about this flight and could not get it out of my mind. I arrived at the airport in Tucson 2 1/2 hours early and when I checked in they placed me on a different flight that was leaving in 30 minutes. I hurried and got to the gate as they were almost finished loading the plane. I settled into my seat and waited with excitement of seeing my family in just a few hours.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Finally the waited moment of take off arrived and I was so excited. The engines roared and off we went down the run way and into the blue skies of Arizona. Approximately 5 minutes into the flight, the engine noise went totally silent. I looked out the window and thought to myself that we were not going to gain the altitude we needed to go over the mountain. All of the passengers were looking at each other with panic on their faces. Suddenly the plane banked to the right and once again it banked to the right. I was beginning to get a little nervous. I looked out the window and the ground seemed to be getting closer and closer. The pilot came on the intercom and told us that we had to return to the airport as an indicator light had come on and it was proto call to return. We arrived back and landed safely. What a sight it was to see every emergency vehicle lining the runway. We later found out that there had been a fire in side of the tail compartment.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>While we were still in the air and the ground was coming closer and closer, my thoughts were rather calm. I remember thinking to myself that I had lived a good life and if my time to go was now, I was okay with that. I knew each of my family members had the knowledge that I loved them dearly and had done everything in my power to give them the love and support they needed in life. They knew that I had a strong testimony of the gospel and valued my membership in this church. I was sad that if we did crash and I didn't make it that I would not see my new great grandson that had been born the day before nor would I see my birthday which was the next day. I did know that my Dad would be there with open arms to welcome me to heaven.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>We made it safely, I got on my original flight and made it to Dallas. I was to late for my connecting flight, which had been canceled anyway. Derek and his family drove from Bossier City and picked me up. This trip was extremely hard on me, but worth it. Nothing is better than seeing family. </i></span>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-76414958257684721332015-05-26T20:57:00.001-06:002015-08-16T21:41:25.187-06:00My Little Garden<span style="font-size: large;"><i>We moved to Arizona the first week of April then moved all of our earthly belongings on the 10th. One of the very first things I did after unpacking our boxes was plant my sweet little garden. It brings me much joy and I love working in the soil. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>My garden is not very big, but the people that put in the planter box went over and above to put in the most awesome soil. It is so easy to work with. My plants just love where they are planted and are growing so fast. Tonight I had to give my tomato plants their first haircut (trimming off the drone leaves) so they look a little bear right now. In a week they will be all filled in again.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>In my garden I have five tomato plants, five potato hills, a zucchini, a yellow squash, chives, lavender, basil, green beans and some flowers. It has been so rewarding watching these plants grow from seeds or small plants to what they are today. These pictures were taken two weeks ago and the tomatoes are way over the very top ring of the cages. </i></span><br />
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Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-1704455505476948262015-05-24T19:03:00.003-06:002015-05-24T19:03:47.215-06:00Little Answers<i>Today was the most spiritual day for me. Sacrament meeting was extremely uplifting and filled with beautiful music and inspirational talks. My soul was fed and was filled with joy. Our choir sang the most wonderful rendition of "Master, the Tempest Is Raging". It filled the chapel with joyful notes of gladness. The voices echoed off the walls and vibrated within my soul. I loved it. The Sunday School and Relief Society lessons were just as uplifting. I love my ward here in Copper Basin and can feel the spirit so strong at each meeting.</i><br />
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<i>This afternoon my heart was troubled so I began to read my scriptures and pray. I went in earnest supplication to my Father and told him that I knew He was there with me, but I needed to have reassurance that all was well. I no more than said Amen, when Dick yelled to tell me that we had company. I came into the living room and there were our sweet missionaries, Elders Martin and Hansen. They visited for a few minutes and then Elder Martin asked if he could leave with a word of prayer. He gave the prayer and it was the exact words that I needed to hear at that very moment. During his prayer I was reaffirmed by the Spirit that these words were my answer. Our prayers are answered quickly if we just listen with our hearts. My heart has been eased of it troubles.</i>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-57627899611719632102015-05-09T04:24:00.002-06:002015-05-09T04:33:59.464-06:00My Gethsemane<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>During life
we are dealt many trials and heartache. Some are small and easy to overcome
while others are severe and takes our souls to the very depths of despair. How
we handle those trials can be referred as our gethsemanes. </i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>
</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>My gethsemane took me down a road of
despair for over 18 months and each day grew harder and harder to piece
life together. It started in August of 2013 when my father went into surgery to
have a valve replace in his heart. He suffered three different strokes and
finally passed away in the evening of October 2, 2013. My life was shattered
into a million pieces and I thought to myself that life was so unfair and all I
wanted was to have my Dad hold me tight and let me know that all would be okay.
That did not happen and things were not okay.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Dick and I moved from Arizona after
the funeral and put all our belongings into storage and lived with Mom as she
could not be alone at that time. All we had was a bedroom that contained one
chair, our bedroom furniture and our television. Life was very hard as I missed
my things and I needed to have something that was mine. Each day we were
reminded that the house was not ours and we did not belong. We were just
visitors without a home. </i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Tears flowed frequently over the
slightest things. One day the tears lasted for 14 1/2 hours and I felt like my
soul was so spent and lost. I could not find comfort in prayer or pleading
supplications to my Heavenly Father. My soul felt bitterness and resentment to
those that tried to love me. I was just pushing them farther
away.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I became very tired and was so worn
out from trying to please and take care of everyone around me. I neglected my
soul and did not delight in much. Resentment toward my situation became my
crutch. I was bitter that my things were sitting in storage getting ruined. I
was bitter because my branch family didn’t want anything to do with me. I was
bitter that there was hate and contention between Dick and Mom. I was bitter
that my siblings were causing so much trouble and accusing Dick and I of things
that were untrue. I was bitter about their lies and their uncaring ways. I was
just downright bitter.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Over the course of the next 18 months
I tried to find the good in this situation but it was hard. Dick and I drifted
farther and farther apart and finally I could not take it any longer. We just
could not communicate with one another without being negative toward each
other. He could not find kindness in his heart toward my mother and she had the
same feeling toward him. This just put a huge wedge in my heart. In October of
2014 I told him I was leaving and he could either stay or go with me. He talked
me into staying as we had promised Derek that if he passed his advancement test,
we would take care of Kelly and the kids should he be deployed. His test
results would not be in until the end of November. I calmed down and agreed to
wait until Derek found out. Needless to say he did not get his advancement as
he had hoped for.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>In December we decided to go to
Arizona to spend Christmas with Brook and her family. We went to storage the
second week of December and got our luggage and as in the past everything was
just fine. We spent three weeks with Brook then returned back to Utah. We took
the luggage back to storage the third week of January and things were not right
with our storage unit. I insisted that someone had been in there. Dick
insisted that no one could have gotten in as we had locks that were tamper
proof. The unit was a mess with boxes everywhere. He insisted that the boxes
just broke down from being in storage for all those months. We got it cleaned
up and went on with our lives….me insisting someone broke in and him insisting
differently.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>It was decided that we would move
back to Arizona and arrangements were made to rent a beautiful home. We left
the last week of March to sign the lease and get the utilities hooked
up. Before leaving, I went to storage to get my vacuum so I could clean the
home before moving our things in. The vacuum was not where I had thought it
was. Figuring that Dick had put it behind a cabinet, I just went on my way and
thought nothing of it.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>We came back to Utah to finish
packing and to get ready for the final move. On April 10th we loaded our UHaul
truck with all our things from the storage unit. When the truck was loaded I
asked if anyone had seen the vacuum. No one could remember seeing it. Now I
was beginning to wonder some more about things.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>We got to Arizona and unloaded the
truck. I began to notice that there were furniture pieces missing along with
some wall hangings. When it came time to unpack the kitchen boxes most of them
were not there. Monday brought much heartache as the boxes were unpacked and
appliances, cookware, dishes and utensils were gone. There was very little
left. It was at this point that Dick agreed with me that someone had broken
into our unit and taken a good portion of our items. I lost items that can’t be
replaced. How do you put a value on items that are filled with sentimental
emotions? How do you put a value on something that was made by the hands of
your loved ones or yourself? </i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>This gethsemane that I have lived
with for the last 19 months has just about broken my soul to depths that are
hard to comprehend. I have ruined lives by doing what I thought was best. I
have ruined relationships between me and my family. I have lost faith in
mankind. I have been violated and ache for my stolen items. </i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I keep thinking….”if only”. Those
“if only’s” can’t and won’t happen. I have to forget and forgive. My heart has
to be cleansed from the hurtful feelings that have taken residence within. I
have to turn to my Father in Heaven and beg for forgiveness for thinking He
forgot about me. I have to pick myself up, shake myself off, hold my head high
and walk in the light. My gethsemane is no more. Today is the first day of the
rest of my life. </i></span></span>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-46243526608029471752015-05-01T19:48:00.000-06:002015-05-01T19:49:05.993-06:00Mother's Day Boutique & Yard Sale<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We have been very busy since getting settled into our new home in San Tan Valley, AZ. Seems </span></span>like everyday something new is in the works. Dick has been so busy making benches and we have three new ones ready for our Mother's Day Boutique & Yard Sale tomorrow. Here are two of them.<br />
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<br />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-57142967661592702632015-03-18T00:12:00.001-06:002015-05-09T04:33:13.546-06:00Laurena Priest<i>Every Tuesday night I attend the Monticello LDS Temple with my brother, Lane,
and with my mother. Tonight Lane asked me if I was taking one of the names I
had found through for endowments and I told him no, I did not have them ready
for endowments yet. He handed me a card from his names and asked if I would
take one through for him. The name he gave me was Laurena Priest and she was
born in 1877 in Colorado.</i><br />
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</i><i>I got ready and went in to proceed through with the endowment session. About
five minutes into the session my breathing changed and I felt so overwhelmed
with everything around me. I kept thinking what is wrong with me this is not
normal. Then the flood gates opened and I was crying and could not stop. I was
beginning to feel embarrassed and didn’t know what to do. I only had two
Kleenex tissues in my pocket and I had already soaked one. I kept thinking “what is wrong with me, my week had only started and it was not bad so far. </i><br />
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</i><i>I started praying that I could get my emotions in control so I could
concentrate on what was being taught. Suddenly it hit me like being struck with
a brick….it is not you that is crying it is Laurena. She has waited for so long
for her work to be done and she is filled with joy that you are doing this
endowment for her. Immediately the tears stopped, my breathing became normal
and I could concentrate once again. The session was beautiful and I was
teachable and humbled by this experience. Just before the session ended the
tears started again, but this time I knew they were tears of joy from Laurena
Priest.</i><br />
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</i><i>When we got into the car to come home I told Lane I had to tell him something
that happened in the temple tonight. He said what happened and I told him
about the crying, the change in my breathing and how happy my sister was that I
was taking through the temple. I said to him “the only thing that would have
made this even more meaningful is if it had been one of our family names. Lane
got his cute smile on his face and said “it was one of our Fuller family members
that you took through tonight.” Tonight I was in full spirit with my family
beyond the veil. Not to often are we able to experience this type of
closeness.</i><br />
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</i><i>I know that temple work is so important and those that are beyond the veil
are anxiously waiting for us to do their work. I have personally been led to
names that need done so they can progress in heaven. My experiences in the
temple are faith building and I cannot deny the power of this gospel as my life
is molded into a Christlike existence.</i>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-36294465846571696932014-03-27T11:12:00.001-06:002014-03-27T11:12:44.832-06:00Natchitoches, LA<p><font color="#000000">We traveled to </font><a href="http://www.natchitochesla.gov/" target="_blank"><font color="#ff0000">Natchitoches</font></a><font color="#ff0000">, LA </font><font color="#000000">which was about 90 miles from Bossier City where Derek and Kelly live.  The trip was so interesting with all the green trees lining the roadway and swamp land everywhere.  We seen tons farm land where hunters put out deer stands and feeders.  That is something I had not seen in Utah, but down in the South they are every where.</font></p> <p><font color="#000000">I was so taken with Natchitoches and the southern buildings.  One of our favorite stores was the old fashioned hardware store on main street.  They had everything anyone could ever want.  The street (main street) was paved in cobble stone pavers and runs along the Red River.  Houses are built right on the water front with boat houses on the water.  I enjoyed this trip very much and hope to return and see more of Louisiana before Derek gets transferred.</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3Zy2VMVx9i4/UzRbyIzONdI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/_bF0cp7JSXw/s1600-h/DSCN5666%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5666" style="border-top: 0px; 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border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5695" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ExslGzAvxdI/UzRcCQnAWrI/AAAAAAAAENY/BSzvKra4Z0Q/DSCN5695_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="395" height="304" /></a></p> Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-46832192283161960572014-03-27T10:35:00.001-06:002014-03-27T10:42:46.328-06:00Baptism of Evan Makell Madsen<p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LvJ3_wpA7lM/UzRTGbIztcI/AAAAAAAAEHY/rq8q51bj3mQ/s1600-h/DSCN5639%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5639" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5639" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ixcDCkSRoEg/UzRTHC3nfbI/AAAAAAAAEHg/uPEBateNHjQ/DSCN5639_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="258" height="348" /></a></p> <p> </p> <p>Evan chose November 30, 2013 for her baptism date.  She could hardly wait for November 9th to come for her eighth birthday.  This was a very special birthday for her as that is the age for her to be baptized as Jesus was.</p> <p>We made a special trip from Utah to be with Evan on this memorable day in her life.  What a joy it was to be part of her day.  She was so beautiful in her white dress.  With her blue, blue eyes and long blonde hair she looked just like a princess. </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-mu-Dm1ldmrQ/UzRTHiqZarI/AAAAAAAAEHo/kD9aUnOY6t4/s1600-h/DSCN5633%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5633" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5633" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4zTbFGT2SoA/UzRTInzyQhI/AAAAAAAAEHw/bZqZTMA7KUg/DSCN5633_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="296" height="400" /></a></p> <p>We all gathered at the church then her Dad, Derek Madsen, took her by the hand and led her down into the font and baptized her.  Afterwards he confirmed her a member of <a href="https://www.lds.org/topics/baptism?lang=eng" target="_blank"><font color="#0000ff">The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.</font></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Ox81IfLeDlg/UzRTJDUiTEI/AAAAAAAAEH4/6HRf42Kf0ws/s1600-h/DSCN5656%25255B13%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5656" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5656" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-a9zgMx0ebYo/UzRTJ1tB6iI/AAAAAAAAEH8/HFTj2sKzrV8/DSCN5656_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" height="340" /></a></p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-i_HMR3EPrGw/UzRTKdf8ZoI/AAAAAAAAEIE/O6jN9IrvC4E/s1600-h/DSCN5652%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5652" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5652" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vMo59YKsTug/UzRTK9UAiRI/AAAAAAAAEIM/QXydZMDEcJ8/DSCN5652_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="192" height="152" /></a>  <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-CKKm7g-kRlE/UzRTLtQuvjI/AAAAAAAAEIY/C9DpG7qS6NI/s1600-h/DSCN5654%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5654" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5654" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-OM7T2g0n2zw/UzRTMfrcOoI/AAAAAAAAEIc/IT62KDA9ow8/DSCN5654_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="194" height="153" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-fFHTB5FEzSQ/UzRTM7w8rOI/AAAAAAAAEIo/tVm_O5LpOlU/s1600-h/DSCN5653%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5653" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5653" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-j8nV-DYfaGw/UzRTNs0-fjI/AAAAAAAAEIw/HX3mJrgIUZM/DSCN5653_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="202" height="278" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YZ_eJPCf_vQ/UzRTOQ-1wkI/AAAAAAAAEI4/mOdLR-RODX0/s1600-h/DSCN5657%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5657" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5657" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-yK03O1o2LUg/UzRTO3TsqrI/AAAAAAAAEI8/RfJxitdl6aQ/DSCN5657_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="318" height="245" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-QAY2m0ZsHFQ/UzRTPceTJRI/AAAAAAAAEJI/dYG0G1nfMVc/s1600-h/DSCN5658%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5658" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5658" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dom4hYpj2kA/UzRTQcSJBfI/AAAAAAAAEJM/VobnNke6lH4/DSCN5658_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="318" height="245" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Bi10A-LTUl0/UzRTQ8ItfgI/AAAAAAAAEJY/QG9lTDo4QbA/s1600-h/DSCN5659%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5659" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5659" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xJc7mlhVOa4/UzRTRaHK_1I/AAAAAAAAEJc/IIpancCkvr8/DSCN5659_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="266" height="364" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KW8NCG12Xf8/UzRTR_IkRbI/AAAAAAAAEJo/NWPxH0tviAQ/s1600-h/DSCN5660%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5660" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5660" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6rWohsBTu24/UzRTTTKRzaI/AAAAAAAAEJs/3bQtoYj2h0Y/DSCN5660_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" height="265" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Z56MRdGaNdc/UzRTTmBDwfI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/PIvnf1FEl4Y/s1600-h/DSCN5661%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5661" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5661" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ThptWPVXSLE/UzRTUZgXn5I/AAAAAAAAEKA/bcsgOxPgQv4/DSCN5661_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="341" height="262" /></a></p> <p align="center">I am so thankful that Evan chose to be a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  She has a strong testimony of the teachings she has learned from her parents and through her lessons in primary classes.  </p> <p align="center">We love you sweet Evan and will walk the path of live holding your hand and trying our best to teach you lessons that will be good stepping stones for you to follow.</p> Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-52794041685664671682014-03-22T15:31:00.001-06:002014-03-22T15:31:51.052-06:00Louisiana Bound…<p>Evan called me in August and wanted to know if I was going to come to her baptism in November.  Of course this grandma told her YES!!!!  I started to make preparations for this huge day in my granddaughter’s life.  I always give my grandchildren the pocket hymnal for their baptismal gift and asked Kelly to pick it up for me and have her name engraved on it (thank heavens Kelly knows just what I need).</p> <p>Finally the awaited day came for us to leave.  We left La Sal on Thursday, November 22nd and had anticipated to arrive in Bossier City, LA in the late evening of the 23rd.  </p> <p>Our first adventure of the trip began in Cortez, CO when Dick went to use our card to get gas and it was rejected.  I had to call the card company and let them know that we would be traveling for the next month and not to put a hold on the card.  We got that taken care of and then had to go to Wal-Mart to get new windshield wipers.  </p> <p>Excitedly off we went and the next stop was in Gallup, NM.  Just before getting there we got into a rain storm (thank heavens for new wiper blades) that lasted for the next three hours.  We could see that we were not going to make our stop for the night in Texas and only made it to Santa Rosa, NM.  It was so cold when we got out of the car to get a room.  I thought our trip was suppose to be warmer than Utah, but that was not the case.</p> <p>The next morning we took off and was in an ice storm for the rest of the trip.  As we got to Dallas, I got on the wrong road and we ended right in the middle of Dallas/Ft Worth airport.  We drove around and around and finally got out.  By now it is raining cats and dogs and dark.  We found a room and got some much needed rest.</p> <p>We left bright and early the next morning in more rain but made it safely to Louisiana and were welcomed with open arms by our beloved family.  It was so good to finally land after a rough time on the roads and in storms.</p> Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-38958782377761209882014-03-22T15:07:00.001-06:002014-03-22T15:10:58.081-06:00A Little Catch Up……<p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-AvYgoaAnCWE/Uy37k9rHADI/AAAAAAAAEGI/qxJ519I8UQQ/s1600-h/IMG_2541%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2541" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2541" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1QHNQpyW3To/Uy37layTO0I/AAAAAAAAEGM/oKaoG2u3qeE/IMG_2541_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="425" height="292" /></a></p> <p align="center">These past six months have been hard to say the least.  I flew to Ogden, Utah on September 16, 2013 to be with my mother and father following his surgery.  My cousin, Kyle Brown, met me at the airport and drove me to University Hospital in Salt Lake City.  There I met my mom and sister before going in to see my dad.  </p> <p>Laile took me into the room and my heart was broken, but I was able to keep composed.  Dad recognized me and his eyes opened wide and he would squeeze my hand.  I kept praying for that moment my entire flight that he would know who I was when I got there and he did.  Answers to my prayers were given to me.</p> <p>Dad was not in good shape but would look at me and squeeze my hand.   I knew that he loved me very much and was relieved that I had finally arrived to take care of Mom and her needs.  It just seems like he was telling me it was okay for him to go now and progress with his eternal life.  It is hard to explain, but I knew in that moment he was transitioning into his next stage of leaving us.  </p> <p>On September 17th, Dad was pretty much the same but on September 18th there was a drastic change in him and in my heart I knew he had another stroke.  He stopped using the left hand and was so extremely agitated.  The nurses and doctors never said a word, but I could tell they were concerned and that my father was not coming home.</p> <p align="center"></p> <p>Mom and I stayed with him during the days and spent the evenings at our trailer.  Days were very long as we watched Dad go downhill.  On September 29th they transferred him to the Utah Specialty Hospital in Provo.  We moved our things to Russel’s home in Goshen and drove back and forth to be with Dad each day.  It was so hard to see him go downhill so fast, but he had more wrong with him than we knew.  </p> <p>Lewis came up to see us at Russel’s on October 1st and we had a good visit.  We had a meeting with the doctor at 11:00 on the morning of October 2nd.  Mom and I were planning on leaving for La Sal for the weekend to harvest the garden then return back to Pr0vo on Monday or Tuesday. </p> <p>The doctor came in shortly after 11:00 to talk with Russel, Mom and I.  He told us that Dad had had three strokes so far and “what we saw is what we got” .  It broke our hearts knowing that Dad would never get any better than what he was.  Mom decided that we would go on to La Sal then let him go when we got back.  A voice so strong came to her and said “why are you going to let him suffer four more days?’  She called the nurse back and said that she was ready to let him go now.  They let us wait for Lewis to get there before they started preparing his body for departure of this mortal life.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-rjNdqKpyejE/Uy37lwYCDLI/AAAAAAAAEGU/-4apKh15Zkg/s1600-h/IMG_0018%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_0018" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_0018" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xCcYPTyfII4/Uy37m9kcQAI/AAAAAAAAEGg/MKqTtLPPkb4/IMG_0018_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" height="270" /></a></p> <p>Russel and Lewis gave him a blessing at 2:00 and immediately he settled down.  The blessing that Lewis gave was so tender and peaceful as he told Dad that it was time for him to be released from his mortal body.  He told Dad that he was a good father and husband and we were honored to be his children.  By 6:09 that evening our precious father left this mortal life to begin his eternal progression.  We each got to say goodbye to our dear father, grandfather and husband.  I was so honored to be standing at the head of his bed, rubbing his snow white hair as he took his last mortal breath.  </p> <p>There is not a day that goes by that my heart does not ache to see my father.  I miss him so much and on the 1st and 2nd of each month it is hard for me to function sensibly.  I do not wish this loneliness upon anyone.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uD-7oU-rxxU/Uy37n2y5xnI/AAAAAAAAEGk/7nzAd3aGriY/s1600-h/fuller%252520family%252520quilt%252520067%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="fuller family quilt 067" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="fuller family quilt 067" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-umRwfhmZQ9k/Uy37oaV54GI/AAAAAAAAEGs/KubAF43q2sM/fuller%252520family%252520quilt%252520067_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" height="314" /></a></p> <p>Our earthly time is so short when you think of the eternal aspect of life.  I am so thankful for my father and the man that he was.  I look forward to seeing him again when my turn comes to go to heaven.  I am trying so hard to live a life of righteousness so I am worthy to live in the presence of those that have gone before me.</p> <p>Dad, I love you dearly.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-zlzXOCHoiiQ/Uy37owyRl9I/AAAAAAAAEG0/QDR6vA-_6os/s1600-h/dad%2525207%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="dad 7" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="dad 7" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4rDA0_VZNyw/Uy37pedCS9I/AAAAAAAAEG8/GvM1vgd6QhU/dad%2525207_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="443" height="339" /></a></p> Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-10619447744825106032014-03-03T13:18:00.001-07:002014-03-03T13:18:23.761-07:00Lewis Dale Fuller Feb 28, 1932–Oct 2, 2013<p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-8qk8ITfDkIU/UxTiVkv1WzI/AAAAAAAAD9g/Tc0hycOeg9A/s1600-h/IMG_0027%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_0027" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_0027" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-V3faDhH1Jh0/UxTiWvvS4PI/AAAAAAAAD9o/452HD6xYPnw/IMG_0027_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="306" height="220" /></a></p> <p align="center">My handsome white haired Daddy passed away on October 2, 2013 at 6:09 pm surrounded by his loving family.  I was privileged to have been with with him for the last two and a half weeks of his life.  As he took his last breath,  I was standing at the head of the bed rubbing his white silky hair.  </p> <p align="center">His funeral was held on October 11th at the Monticello Utah Stake Center and then burial was held at the Monticello (Blue Mountain) Cemetery.  The funeral was very large and many came to pay their last respects to a man that was their friend, brother, grandpa, father and husband.</p> <p align="center">Dad was a much loved man amongst his family, friends and community.  His name was well known throughout his beloved San Juan County.</p> <p align="center">We miss him terribly but know that he is in a much better place and he is preparing the path for us to join him.  Our love for Dad is strong and his influences can be seen daily in the actions of his family.</p> <p align="left">Here are pictures from the funeral:</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zbBs_1AMrGM/UxTiYdOS_sI/AAAAAAAAD9w/86TCq7TEhtY/s1600-h/DSCN5516%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5516" style="border-top: 0px; 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border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Madsen Family 1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wZUDXAd-lt0/UxTjfF_R8PI/AAAAAAAAEFU/0Ybe3xtJgxc/Madsen%252520Family%2525201_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="202" height="200" /></a>  <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bkwNUHguBlo/UxTjf50n4jI/AAAAAAAAEFg/3Lz4Ffm_MfI/s1600-h/Madsen%252520Family%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="Madsen Family" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Madsen Family" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-P724OboWME4/UxTjgvvxohI/AAAAAAAAEFk/E28jbFj_xjg/Madsen%252520Family_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="197" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-mprfr3H28j4/UxTjicJE1II/AAAAAAAAEFw/7_3PbPb-hJc/s1600-h/DSCN5626%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSCN5626" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSCN5626" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HKYXwTMYO6I/UxTjjK19rgI/AAAAAAAAEF4/-6RxYOu_afg/DSCN5626_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" height="302" /></a></p> <p align="center">I have stalled on making this blog and now that it is posted----it makes it official----my Daddy is in heaven.</p> Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-66410755159896865552013-09-06T10:06:00.001-06:002013-09-06T10:06:47.987-06:00My Dad<p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-udvPNw9yOI8/Uin9jsniI-I/AAAAAAAAD8Q/-0OQMGte0oc/s1600-h/Dad%252520before%252520surgery%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="Dad before surgery" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Dad before surgery" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WjXIzwMpmu8/Uin9kBmnH5I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/9hbX2OzwPxI/Dad%252520before%252520surgery_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="329" /></a></p> <p align="center">This has been an extremely hard week for the Fuller Family.  My Dad went in for open heart surgery on Friday, Aug 30th.  They put a bovine valve in his heart and all went great.  On Saturday they got him out of bed, stood him up, put him back to bed and things were looking good.  </p> <p align="center">Suddenly he changed for the worse and the brain team was called in.  He was rushed to their department where it was discovered that there was a blood clot in his brain.  They were able to suction it out.  He had a stroke and we are waiting for the damage that it caused.  </p> <p align="center">A couple of days ago he was mouthing words and moving both legs, which was a fantastic sign, but then yesterday he slept all day long and is now back to what he was a couple of days ago.  </p> <p align="center">This has been a set back that is so hard for Mom.  She so faithfully does not leave his side for long periods of time.  I know that she is tired as I can hear it in her voice and see it in her face but her loyalty keeps her going.</p> <p align="center">We have so many family members and friends that are showing their love for Dad and Mom by their constant out pouring of prayer and thought.  Thanks for you diligence in doing this for my parents.  It is appreciated more than you will ever know.  Friends and family have been a constant at the hospital visiting with Mom and cheering her up.</p> <p align="center">Mom and Dad have been married for 64 years and in October they will have known each other for 65.  What a legacy they are to our family.   Their love runs true and deep.  It is the Cinderella story of all times.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bXsyl-0ILKs/Uin9k-LocdI/AAAAAAAAD8g/NRZ7qr61Kco/s1600-h/Mom%252520and%252520Dad%252520holding%252520hands%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="Mom and Dad holding hands" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Mom and Dad holding hands" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-CG_755mXJmo/Uin9lkLE6OI/AAAAAAAAD8o/FhChDjbYcDk/Mom%252520and%252520Dad%252520holding%252520hands_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="231" height="313" /></a></p> <p align="center">A picture of true and tender love!!</p> <p align="center">I love you, my sweet parents.  </p> <p align="center">Dad, please hurry and wake up.  We miss your sweet voice and your funny jokes.  We miss your hugs and tender kisses.  I am counting the days till I get moved closer to you.  It will be so fun to see you every day.  We will go fishing and walking in the mountains.   We will go riding and counting the deer.  I love you with all my heart and am praying for your recovery constantly.</p> Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424906971554996317.post-10237444149845626882013-08-04T14:24:00.001-06:002013-08-04T14:24:28.498-06:00Our Future Missionary…Elder Canyon Madsen<p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZVDBrBRh1oo/Uf64eKp3r8I/AAAAAAAAD74/OCEzR1VP8iI/s1600-h/Canyon%252520our%252520future%252520missionary%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="Canyon our future missionary" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Canyon our future missionary" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-7lQhHePFtqY/Uf64e8vQpCI/AAAAAAAAD8A/osB2mR1tmYs/Canyon%252520our%252520future%252520missionary_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="280" height="310" /></a></p> <p align="center">WOW!!  What a handsome stud this boy is!!!  Canyon or C-man, as I call him,  just had his 11th birthday on Thursday, August 1st.  He is practicing looking the part of a missionary because in 7 years he will be doing this exact thing.  When he gets his mission call, he will be wearing his white shirt, tie and dark pants and riding his bike as he takes the gospel of Jesus Christ to others.  </p> <p align="center">I love this boy and he has truly been a joy in my life.</p> Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263253458030309154noreply@blogger.com0