Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Gunners Burial

We buried Gunner on January 19th, 2010 at the Estes Valley Memorial Gardens. The day started out windy and very cold. It was so incredible that every single one of our 9 siblings put their lives on hold to be there for us. We know that everyone sacrificed to be there. (We missed our two sisters-in-law and a niece that were unable to make it!)

The service was only about 20-25 minutes, just what we were hoping for. We asked our mothers to offer the prayers. Which, we knew was somewhat unfair considering they each followed a song that came with some difficult memories. We also asked our fathers to share a few words. Bishop Cleverley conducted the service, and offered a few words also. We had all of Gunners cousins sing "I Am A Child of God." I was impressed at how much they all seemed touched by what they were experiencing. Which can I mention I am sure is confusing to young children.

One side note is about when we were planning the service with Bishop Cleverley. I felt very strongly that we needed to ask our mothers to pray, even though I knew it was almost asking too much. It seemed obvious to ask our fathers to say a few words. The other obvious was that we wanted to close with the hymn "Families Can Be Together Forever." What was less obvious was what we should sing for the opening hymn, so we skipped it for a few minutes. The only hymn that kept coming to me was "Because I Have Been Given Much." My first thought was how unrelated the song is for a burial. Since, I have really come to understand just how relevant the song was and how grateful I am that I followed the prompting that I received.

As the last car pulled away, it began to snow. Eric and I weren't quite ready to leave, so we stayed a little longer. By the time Eric and I left, the ground was covered by a beautiful white blanket of snow. The cemetery is just beautiful, but covered by snow it had a different feel, almost like it had been a renewal? I don't have the words to explain just how it felt that day, and how it still feels in my heart.

When we first found out that we would need to start thinking about a burial, it felt overwhelming to be 30 years old and making such a decision. One day, I was going about my day and the thought came to me that we should look into the Estes Park cemetery. We quickly dismissed it when we found out that it would be considerably more expensive than other options. Long story short, the spirit started to pull Eric in that direction also. When he went to visit the cemetery the day after Gunner passed away, he couldn't deny that the spirit wanted this to be the final resting place for Gunner. The Lord has provided a way. Thank you to all of you that have given us so much support. I can't tell you how everyones kindness have made it possible for us to do what we felt Heavenly Father was asking us to do. It is difficult for us to accept the help, but we are also so overwhelmed by the generosity! Again, thank you!

Why Estes Park? For those of you that may not know we say that our family was started in Estes Park, Colorado. When Eric and I met, I was a senior in high school and Eric was living and working in Estes after graduating from high school there. MUCH of the time we spent in first our friendship, then dating, then engagement was spent either in Estes or traveling in between. That is at least an hour and 15 minute drive one way. Most weeks Eric made the trip many times.

We are now working on the headstone, and once that is in place, I am sure I will post again.

Eric carrying Gunner from the car to the burial site.



The cousins (and Hope) singing "I Am A Child Of God"



Eric's family except Aarons wife Pam and daughter Brynlee.

My family except Gables wife Laura.

This is to show you the contrast of just a few minutes. The snow really came down for a few minutes, then stopped. It was beautiful and felt very peaceful. I had to go and sit down in the car before Eric was ready to leave.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Like I said...

Red curly hair! I was just looking through some pictures and found this great one of Gunners notorious hair. Just wanted to share. Beautiful red curly hair...

Saturday, February 13, 2010

One month

I keep sitting down to try and express my gratitude, but I am not sure there are words to really allow me to do it adequately. So, I guess I will just say THANK YOU. THANK YOU to our parents, THANK YOU to our siblings, THANK YOU to our extended families, aunts and uncles, cousins, THANK YOU to our friends and ward family, THANK YOU to those people that I have never even met except through kind words, prayers, and donations. But most of all THANK YOU to my Father in Heaven.

A month ago today, we were in the hospital holding Gunner in our arms, surrounded by family. Over the course of the last month, I wish that I could say I always had it together and that there weren't some moments I wasn't quite sure how I could ever feel joy again. To be perfectly honest, there have been a few days that I was surrounded by such a fog that all I could do was feel sorry for myself. I call those day my "feeling picked on days." I am so grateful to say that I had those days, but they were only a handful of days, not everyday over the last month.

Words can't express my gratitude those people in my life that have been there to rescue me during those moments. I wish I could name each person, but that would be impossible. Please know that your calls, cards and e-mails have been what has pulled me through the moments of grief.

The only reason I mention the difficult moments is because I am afraid of people thinking that I am trying to act like things are okay and that I am not willing to admit that sometimes my life is anything but put together. I am even more afraid of people wondering if I even loved our son, because I am trying to resume my life.

I KNOW that my Father in Heaven loves me. I know that because he gave me the gospel, the atonement, and temple ordinances that allow us to remain with our families. He put me in a place that I have always been surrounded by an incredible family. He has always provided me a way to do what He is asking me to do. He has allowed me to feel the loss of our son, but he makes those times brief then he pulls me back into the comfort of the spirit. What I should say is that I know that He loves EACH of us because of the miracles that he has given us.

I just said to my mom yesterday that I don't want to be defined by this tragedy in my life. The truth is right now, it feels like I am, but that will lessen as the grief eases. My life has been changed forever, and that doesn't have to define me. However, it will always be a part of me.

Sorry for the rant. I promise this blog won't turn into a downer. It can't because there is too much in my life to be happy about. I can't promise that there won't occasionally be these kinds of posts. I hope to post on the burial sometime soon, because it was beautiful and I would love to share it with everyone as well as have it recorded here in our family journal.

Families are Forever!