Sunday, February 27, 2011
This is the presidency message for the March newsletter and yes I am happy with myself for getting it done before March....yeah me
In Mathew 11:28 we read:
“¶Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”
All of us have times in our lives when we experience frustration, disappointment, heart ache, grief, and/or loss. It is my testimony that there is help, hope and healing through the Atonement of Jesus Christ.
Elder Joseph B Wirthlin in a talk entitled “Sunday Will Come” said this speaking of the Friday on which our Savior was crucified:
“I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.
But the doom of that day did not endure.
The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind.
And in an instant the eyes that had been filled with ever-flowing tears dried. The lips that had whispered prayers of distress and grief now filled the air with wondrous praise, for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the living God, stood before them as the firstfruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of a new and wondrous existence.
Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.”
I know with surety that our broken hearts can be healed and that peace can come into our lives again. With the help of the Atonement , dear friends and patience with ourselves it is possible for our hearts to be made whole.
Sister Robin Kramer
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
"'I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautiful tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenk's lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt form making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my nails from helping weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheek and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived. '
— Marjorie Pay Hinckley"
All time favourite quote from Elder Neal A Maxwell
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Three families joined us for cake and ice cream...best I could do on a few hours notice...We had 25 people....so yes it indeed felt like a PARTY :)
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
But there have been many tender mercies. Simple gifts for my sister and I. Real glimpses into Mom's true self.
First, several months after her passing, as we were going through boxes of her personal papers we came across the original copy of her Patriarchal Blessing still in its envelope, postmarked from Salt Lake City, more than forty years before. A document we had believed had been long before lost. In reading this precious gift we knew my Mom was a daughter of God and had fulfilled a very special purpose in this life...
Then last week, I was searching through her things looking for pictures. I came across what I thought was just a binder full of notes from a class my Mom had taken after we had moved to Canada. When I actually opened it I realized it was her final paper from her Special Education teaching diploma, the topic, the story of MY life.....
I was born with some significant challenges, something my Mom never really spoke openly about, I think in an effort to protect me. Most people just thought I was weird, awkward and clumsy.....all true but I also have cerebral palsy.
It is surreal to read about your own life from an other's perspective, but as I read through her pages I was truly humbled by her honesty in a matter that was still so tender. She was determined to give me the best outcome possible. Four days a week of physical, occupational and speech therapy for more than a decade. More than a dozen doctors and specialists. Staying in California after my parents split up so that I could have the best pediatric orthopedic specialists reconstruct my feet and the refusal to let any labels limit me. I think it is only as a mother myself that I can truly understand the extent of her sacrifice.
She did love us, I no longer doubt that. I will never know why mental illness has touched our family in such a profound way. But I know with certainty that I can have peace without that answer and gratitude for simple gifts.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
An eagle perched not to far from us, I love that you can see the feathers blowing in the stiff breeze.
Six inches of snow in the morning and warm sun in the afternoon....And you wonder why we love living here???
Friday, February 18, 2011
Yes I made them walk home in it and yes Dallyn was wearing shorts.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
My Superman has been "slightly"(according to me) "majorly"(according to him) under the weather this week with a pesky cold. Instantly reminding me that there is nothing sicker than a sick man. He phones from work every hour or so to remind me he's still "thick". He brought home a bag full of NyQuil, Cough Drops and menthol scented tissues just in case we didn't believe him and the whole house now smells like Vick's Vapor Rub and pancake syrup (he keeps eating waffles).
I have tried to remain patient and loving, well at least smiling and silent :).....Today I noticed that his cough drop wrappers piled on the computer desk had little sayings on them.....
KEEP YOUR CHIN UP
YOU'VE SURVIVED TOUGHER
YOU'RE A CHAMP
NOTHING YOU CAN'T HANDLE
and my all time favourite....
DON'T TRY HARDER, DO HARDER :)
Apparently when you're really sick having your wife repeat these over and over again, doesn't really help.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
He told my he was petting the puppy I sent him and wanted to thank me for sending it to him....After a few seconds of racking my brain, I was able to determine he was talking about a stuffed animal resembling Tater we gave him several years ago. I am still not sure if he understood if the "puppy" was not real.
He then continued to tell me that he has some mice visiting his house. I said Dad its not good to have mice in your house. He replied "He left the doors open, but they didn't seem to want to leave...." Dad you need to set traps or call some one" to which he said " That's OK I don't really mind having them around, they're not bothering me any."
My heart sank. He's getting worse, way worse...
My Dad has refused all offers for help, won't be assessed medically and becomes instantly hostile when we express our concerns....
How long do we let him live like this?? How do you help someone who won't let you help?? When does the need to keep him safe take away his right to choose his circumstances??
Today I have shed a few tears....
Tears of frustration, tears of heartache, tears for Dad.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Most of it survived the wind and the rain until Bailey came home.....
Dallyn's Birthday Cake made by Holly...
Monday, February 14, 2011
Bailey turns 16 today!!!! Shhhh, don't mention its Valentine's Day. Too many hearts and the colour pink causes Bailey to revert to the fetal position ;) Its all my fault. When she was little I used to try to pass off those cheap, grocery store, heart shaped cakes in the red foil pan, with the plastic decorations,(yes those ones) as a birthday cake....When she was seven she told me that was no longer acceptable. But the damage had already been done :)
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Fifteen....the number of times my Dad has phoned in the last 24 hours.
Tonight my heart hurts. I made the mistake of mentioning to Dad that D & B birthdays are today and tomorrow. No matter how many different ways I tried to explain it, my dad has struggled to understand which Grandchild on which day.
He has phoned and wished Dallyn & Bailey Happy Birthday(after I explained which kid he needed to talk to) 3 times each not remembering the previous calls....
Dad use to go shopping for his grand kids Birthdays. His favorite thing to buy each of them was the latest style of Van's Skater Shoes (The original Van's Factory wasn't too far from where my Dad lives). All of the kids first pairs of shoes were from him.
Now even a phone call, on a birthday is tremendously difficult for him.
My Dad can't remember his Grand kids birthdays....and that makes my heart hurt.
I came across this story a couple of weeks a go ..."SIGNS"....It touched my heart. It explains exactly how I feel sometimes, as I have faced heart ache in my life.....
Read SIGNS here:
Friday, February 11, 2011
Our Alex has always been pretty shy and hates being put on the spot. When she agreed to start voice lessons a few months ago, I don't think she ever thought she would have to perform, let alone in public. Tomorrow morning Alex is participating in a music festival here in Courtenay.....
The fact that Michelle W (music teacher) convinced her to at least try it, proves that Michelle is some kind of miracle worker. They don't allow us to record her tomorrow so she let us record a snippet tonight so her Grandparents could see it. We all know it takes a lot of courage to try something way out of your comfort zone...we are so proud of you
***Alex did awesome!!!! She was SUPER nervous but she did it. The adjudicator was fantastic and said some really nice things about Alex's great pitch and pure sounding voice and gave some helpful tips to work on her confidence. Alex's said she wanted to do it again next year. What a great opportunity to learn and grow.***
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
I love cherry pie...just without the cherries. Yes me, like a three year old, picks every single cherry out of my slice before I take the first bite.
My Superman thinks I need therapy (probably but for deeper reasons :) The rug rats say things like "What's wrong with you?!, That's the best part!" But my philosophy is "Fruit ruins dessert, if there is fruit in it it ain't dessert!!"
So there now the world knows....
I am a cherry pie sans the cherries, lover.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
The Kramer Men...Dallyn was 3 ....I think that's Elsie Lake, Port Alberni 2003
China Creek Marina 2004....love the drift wood shots
Monday, February 7, 2011
Grant got this chair five or six Christmases ago from his parents, it was so pretty, and this is what five kids and a dog can accomplish(sorry Mom & Dad).....Yes that's duct & electrical tape (Grant's a red neck repairman). The side and bottom of the seat is all Tater. But the top of the seat and the arms are courtesy of the rug rats.....I am embarrassed to admit that my the kids piano teacher sits here every week.