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Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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I’m not sure for how many years we’ve been doing this little tradition of going to Aunt Jodi’s each year, but I say, let’s keep it going!  My aunt makes this DELICIOUS goulash soup every time.  In fact, it was because of that soup that we began insisting we come down each year to sample it.  This Christmas was, as to be expected, a bitter-sweet experience without my mom there. We managed to find her music pipes and played all of the Christmas songs that she would always lead us in.  Jodi has taken on the role of the Pipe Maestro, but we’ll all think of my mom whenever we play, and smile for leaving us this tradition.  We of course played out the night of Christ’s birth, with the very talented and well behaved Caleb, playing the role of the baby Jesus.  The Annual Christmas Party VIEW SLIDE SHOWDOWNLOAD ALL This year we failed to send out our annual Christmas letter as life got extremely busy, crazy, and all other words having to do with unpredictable.  I did write some of it which I wil…

Funeral and Graveside Service for my Mom

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I’ve often thought it unfortunate that we can’t get together as a whole family more often.  It seems we have to wait for weddings and funerals for gatherings to happen at all.  Maybe that’s a sign that we should be finding no occasion at all other than to see whose gained or lost weight, how old or tall someone’s kids have gotten, or just to tell stories and share memories.Thanks to a good friend, my kids, my nieces (notice the camera angle that starts down low and looks up into the face of an adult), and to a small degree, me, we are blessed with a plethora of pictures from the day of my mom’s funeral in California and the graveside service in St. George, Utah.  No pressure to look through them all.  Some of us, me included, can be quite entertained for hours looking through family photos.  I’m sure I even acquire a deer in the headlights look while staring at the light of the computer screen.  In fact, I feel my eyes drying out as I stare wide-eyed at these words which keep getting …

Another Sharpie, please, and getting high on Endorphins.

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As many of you know, we’ve been going through some tough times with the passing of my mom.  Many of us are emotional, of course. Many of us are also sleep deprived.  I thought I’d like to share a little experience I had that helped with both of the above issues.  While in St. George, where my mom was to be buried, I needed to go to Wal-Mart to buy a couple of sippy-cups to replace the ones I left in California. I took my sister Erin with me.  We shopped around some, and then parted when I needed to use the restroom.  Note: I was one of those greatly suffering from sleep deprivation.  I went into the stall and before taking care of business (you know, like writing memos on walls with a Sharpie), Chris called on my cell phone.  We talked about what I should write on the wall and if I should include any profanity and decided upon lyrics to “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” because that’s what we’ve been listening to for the past month and thought, “hey, why should we be the only ones suffer…

My mom…

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Everyone we love has a precious place and warm presence in our lives and when they are gone we are left a little cold and lost.  I try to keep busy in order to deal with life right now lest I become a constant watering pot leaving a trail of tissues and tears around the house; but it happens now and then when I hear or see something that reminds me of her. When I think of her it is of a great life, fun, joy, smiles, laughter, goodness, magic and adventures.  She’s suffered so much of her life from a disease that has caused a lot of great physical and emotional challenges, but I know of nobody who put up with it and hid her pain as she did.  She appeared to us as Wonder Woman and we all naturally thought, “sure she’ll get better, she always does and anyway we need her here,” we being somewhat selfish for her presence.  When she passed away it was 10 minutes before my dad, sister, and bro-in-law made it to the hospital.  My theory is that people as loved as she is, have to go while we w…

The eleventh month

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“Let me ‘splain…there is to much…let me sum up.”This was the first part of November with a lovely 8 inches of snow and a ton of fun for the Shirelings.  Cyber Girl and a pair of artistic monkeys.The little ladies never get bored of climbing on tables, drawing on walls and tables, and jumping, pounding, and screaming on tables.  I can see why there are those who build high towers to be heard and observed.  If I had a tower, I’d climb it and bring a good book, a box of See’s chocolates, a soft pillow, and a medium diet coke (well, a large if I happened to include a bathroom near the upper floor of the tower in my design).All cleaned up and ready for church.  I still have not mastered doing girl hair.  I used to be quite good at it but never practiced on moving targets or naturally curly hair with a tendrilled mind of its own.  (I am a great fan of making up new words).Dad, Caleb, Erin, and DaniThanksgiving!  This was the smallest and THE most calm Thanksgiving I have ever attended.  Eri…