Wednesday, April 22, 2015

SUN RIVER COMMUNITY - St. George, UT

We finally found our way out of our home state and on to the next leg of our adventure. 
WELCOME TO UTAH!    
Shiloh, Juliann, Choice, Ryder, and Tate
To say that the kids were restless and anxious to arrive at the next destination would be a gross understatement.  They must have intuitively known that the next donor visit would be kid friendly and loads of fun. 

SunRiver Community Center is a lovely development tucked into the beautiful mountains of St. George, Utah.  I must admit that the visualization I had in my mind of our anticipated visit to a 55+  community center was far more somber than it turned out to be.  In fact, the overall theme of this stop was FUN. The lessons I took away from today were necessary for the sanity of all involved on this voyage.  I learned the value of play.  I was reminded of the importance of allowing kids to wiggle and be silly. 

Residents of SunRiver, Choice, Juliann, Shiloh, Ryder, Tate, Board Member, Brian, Staff of SunRiver

We were greeted at the community center by Brian, representing the staff of SunRiver.  He introduced us to members of the board for the community center who played a large part in putting together the fundraiser that prompted our visit.  The staff, the board of directors, and the residents of SunRiver worked together to put on a choir concert to raise money for the families affected by the Yarnell Hill fire.  They had a pianist playing prelude music, a choir who performed, and an audience of 200 being mystified by the musical talent.  They worked together to bless the lives of families whom they had never met.  That is, until today.

Choice, Ryder, Brian, Tate, with SunRiver Staff and Residents
We were blessed to share a wonderful lunch with several members of the SunRiver staff and board.  The patio overlooked the golf course where the discussion of play first began.  Brian, being a father of four young children himself, knew just how to entertain my four energetic youngsters.  He and Ryder discussed the intricacies of building the most flight efficient paper airplane.  Brian even cut up a gift bag from the gift shop so Ryder would have a stronger material from which to construct his perfect plane.  No one minded as Ryder began to fly his plane around the patio of the restaurant.  In fact, the kids were also shown how to carefully open a straw so that one end of the wrapper could be blown and launched at someone across the table.  Even their mother who was wound a little too tight, smiled at the joy being displayed by the kids and the staff members. 
  
Ryder, Brian, Tate, Shiloh, and Choice
They gave each of us a Sun River Golf Club hat to take home.  What a wonderful souvenir!

Choice, Juliann, Shiloh, Ryder, Morghen, and Tate
After lunch, we ventured over to the Community Center where we had another wonderful surprise awaiting us.  There were several residents of the community, who had also been involved in the fundraiser, ready to play with the kiddos and teach them the newly popular game of Pickleball. (For those of you like me who don't know what that is...it is very similar to tennis but with a whiffle ball and a shorter net).   The kids were overcome with excitement and raced to the court for their turn to take a swing at the pickleball.  It was quite a special sight to see each of the kids (3-7 years old) pair up with a resident of the senior community (55+) and learn the game.  Despite the difference in their age, the expressions of joy and sheer bliss on their faces were the same.

TATE AND CARL...

Tate and Carl



Tate and Carl
 
Bob, Tate, and Carl




SHILOH AND BOB...


Bob and Shiloh
Shiloh
Shiloh and Bob


 RYDER AND MARY...



Shiloh, Ryder, Bob, and Mary




Ryder


Ryder
 

 CHOICE AND BRIAN... 

 
Ryder, Choice, and Brian


Choice and Tate



THEY EVEN GOT ME OUT THERE...



Tate and Juliann



Tate and Juliann



Shiloh, Mary, Choice, Tate, Juliann, Ryder, and Bob 
I was blown away by their youthful spirits and incredible energy and commitment.  They were so skilled in the game and were gentle and patient while teaching my kids the rules and fundamentals. I was so inspired by their coaching techniques, perhaps I should recruit them to teach Choice how to go potty on the toilet!



Shiloh and Monique (Puppy)
Mary asked me midway through the Pickleball game if my kids liked dogs.  I answered with a resounding YES because Shiloh is headed to becoming a veterinarian...or a crazy cat lady.  Just as I suspected, when Mary returned with her puppy (Monique) Shiloh immediately abandoned her racquet and ran to scoop up the dog.  The puppy took a liking to Shy as well and gave her an early bath with puppy kisses. 


Ryder and Monique (Puppy)
 
All of the kids fell in love with Monique the puppy.  I witnessed sheer heartbreak when I explained to them that Monique was NOT a gift for us to take home.  I imagine they'll be begging for a puppy for weeks to come.

Brian, Lisa, Shiloh, Kamarie, Choice, Tate, Sandy, and Heather
We left the incredible staff and residents at SunRiver Community with Be Better Bands, Spread the Better shirts, and some handmade cards from the kids. 

Brian, Tate, Shiloh, Ryder, Choice, Lisa, Kamarie, and Sandy
Brian had one last surprise for the kids before we hit the road.  During lunch, he and Ryder had a heart to heart about the movie Napoleon Dynamite.  In this comedy, in one scene Napoleon takes an action figure, ties him to the end of a long string of fishing line, and drags him behind the bus as it travels down the road.  You can imagine the look on Ryder's face when he opened the gift bag from Brian containing a new action figure, and a new roll of fishing line.  The lighthearted nature of this amazing group was contagious throughout the entire afternoon.  Their positive energy and fun nature sparked a desire in me to allow my kids to stop and play more often.  Laughing and enjoying life will keep us remembering the beauty in the little things and appreciating each day we are blessed with on this Earth.  Plus..it may keep me from wanting to string my kids to fishing line and drag them behind the bus.

The last activity of the afternoon was a race from the Pickleball Court to the end of the parking lot.  Brian got the kiddos lined up, nice and fair, at the starting line.

READY...

Choice, Ryder, Shiloh, Tate, and Brian

SET...

Brian, Choice, Shiloh, Tate, and Ryder

GO!!!

Tate, Shiloh, and Ryder
The fairness Brian exhibited at the starting line came to a crashing halt as he hoisted Choice up and rushed him to the finish line.  Choice, assisted by Brian, won the race!  Another unpredictable moment in our day at the Sun River Community Center.

Shiloh, Ryder, Choice, and Brian

There were many reasons that these amazing individuals felt called to reach out and serve the families of the GMIHC.  For Brian, it came from the memories of his grandfather who was a firefighter for 30 years in Sandy, Utah.  For several of the residents, it was their connection to the firefighting brotherhood from their service on volunteer fire departments.  Whatever the reason, I am so grateful that they acted upon the prompting they felt inside to reach out.  It is because of their willingness to Spread The Better that we were able to meet them today and take away these important lessons.  First, DON'T FORGET TO PLAY.  Laughter brings about healing. Second, TAKE JOY IN THE LITTLE THINGS.  Do not be so focused on the glaring issues and difficulties in your life that you forget to stop and smell the roses or lend a helping hand.  This meeting was proof that those little acts of service TRULY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE.
 

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

GERRY and LUCY - Scottsdale, AZ


Juliann, Tate, Ryder, Gerry, Lucy, Shiloh, and Choice
Today was a beautiful Arizona day and we were blessed to share it with two equally beautiful people.  Gerry and Lucy, husband and wife, have held a special place in our hearts for two years.  They have a unique and powerful way of serving others.  We received a thoughtful letter and gift from them after Andrew's passing.  That in and of itself made an impression on our hearts and a difference in our situation at home.  However, we did not know at that time that our relationship with Gerry and Lucy was far from over.  In fact, it had only just begun.

Tate, Ryder, Gerry, Lucy, Shiloh, and Choice
When the dreadful first holidays rolled around in 2013, I was afraid of the loneliness and emptiness that we'd feel without Andrew.  Although the void was very real and the sorrow palpable, we were not alone nor empty.  Gerry and Lucy made sure that we knew we were thought of on every holiday...even sending wonderful gifts to ensure that we would have a Thanksgiving turkey on our table and a present for each child under the tree at Christmas.  It was a sweet blessing to have multiple Christmas cards arrive in our mailbox from friends of theirs, beginning with, "Gerry and Lucy are friends of ours and suggested we reach out to you..."  They embody our newly adopted creed...SPREAD THE BETTER.
 
They welcomed us into their home in Scottsdale and my kids were mesmerized by the breathtaking views and crystal clear swimming pool in their backyard.  Their home was so lovely that I was careful to keep a close eye on my children so they wouldn't break anything.  After tiptoeing out to the back patio after using the restroom, I found my kids, not nearly as concerned with formality as their mother.  Oh no!  All four of my kids were in the pool, FULLY CLOTHED.  


Shiloh, Tate, Choice, Juliann

I'm not sure why I was so surprised, I must admit I was tempted to do the same thing.  The beauty in all of it was the understanding and gentle disposition exhibited by Lucy and Gerry.  They smiled and splashed with the kids until everyone was footloose and fancy free...yes, even me.   Sweet Lucy got knee deep in the water with the kids while Gerry took some time to chat with me about his connection to our loss and what conjured up the whirlwind of memories for him when hearing of our family's story.  He too was a child who suffered the loss of a parent at a young age.  When Gerry was just 3 years old, his father passed away.  He shared with me his recollection of the struggles he and his mother went through in the years following the death of his father.  I found comfort in the fact that he had several memories from that time period, as I've often wondered if my children would be too young to remember their Daddy.  Yet, he described the sting of death that anyone who experiences a loss can relate to.  There are no short cuts with grief.  It is impossible to skip over the difficulty of the situation.  The only possibility is to endure, however well you can, the circumstances and pray for the day that you smile before you cry at the mention of your lost loved one's name.  The inspirational life that Gerry has lead despite his heartbreaking beginning, gives a bright hope to the future that is possible for my children. 
Lucy, Tate, Shiloh, and Ryder


 

Tate, Choice, Shiloh, Juliann, Gerry, and Ryder
 




 
It took some creative bribery to get the kids out of the pool and onto the pavement to dry off.  Thankfully they were very anxious to give Gerry and Lucy their Be Better Bands and Spread the Better shirts we brought for them.  In addition, the kids had each made personalized cards for them to show their appreciation. 
 

We made our way over to a nearby club house.  It was fun to see what a day in their life was like.  You can imagine the expressions of astonishment on the kids faces when they were invited to hop on golf carts and ride around the golf course with Gerry and Lucy.  Or my astonishment when they recommended that I drive one too. Had they observed my driving prior to making the offer, they may have reconsidered. It is vastly different than driving a 40 foot bus.


Ryder and Gerry


Shiloh and Lucy
We had a late lunch at the clubhouse allowing for a wonderful conversation.  We learned of Lucy's miraculous recovery after an accident leaving her with a 1% chance of survival.  We learned from her as she talked about the struggles she has overcome and how precious the gift of life truly is.  Gerry shared with us lessons that his mother taught him throughout their journey of creating a life after loss.  Gerry went on to become an award winning author for his novels, Legacy of the Gray Ghost, and Mosby's Raiders Return. (visit his website at www.gerryazimmerman.com).

Gerry, Shiloh, Ryder, Lucy, Tate, and Choice
We finished our lunch and wrapped up our afternoon with Gerry and Lucy at the Renegade Golf Course.  We left after exchanging hugs and many thanks for the strength they've given our family over the past couple of years.  They gave us another incredible gift.  Gerry and Lucy compiled a book of their lives and gave us a copy.  What an absolute treasure! Upon saying goodbye to them and driving away, I immediately began flipping through their book.  I was moved to tears by the photos of them and their family throughout the many decades, as well as a collection of life's lessons they've learned throughout their journey. 

Gerry, Lucy, Ryder, Shiloh, Tate, Morghen, Choice, and Juliann
I hope they don't mind me sharing some of their family's inspirational words of wisdom found in their book.

1. To waste time is to waste LIFE, but to master time is to master your life.
2. Never cling to the past and make the most out of today.
3. Decide what takes priority and then do it.
4. Sometimes we can accomplish more by doing nothing, so don't forget to...Relax, Read, Play & Think.
5. Get out your dictionary and learn a new word each day.
6. Make sleep work for you.  Pose a question to yourself as you go to sleep.  Sleep on it and when you wake up the next morning, you might discover the answer to it.
7. Make a "To Do List" every day.  Organize it in order of importance and go to work on it.
8. Don't let the fear of making a change slow you down.  Some risks are necessary in life.  Change is either a threat or an opportunity depending upon your attitude.
9. Focus on things that offer long term vs. short term benefits.
10. Make notes and put your ideas down on paper.
11. Use specialists to handle special problems. Don't do it alone.


Lucy, Gerry, and Juliann
Shortly after leaving their home this afternoon, I received another encouraging message from Gerry and Lucy...

"Keep that positive attitude and it will rub off on the kids and everyone will be a winner in their lives because of it.  If there was ever a magic word....it is ATTITUDE.  Good things happen to people with positive attitudes and bad things happen to people with negative attitudes, but they aren't surprised, since they expected the bad things to come their way.  Often in life, when something seems like an event that would be impossible to overcome, losers suck their thumbs and cry and say "Why me?"  Winners say, "I may be down now, but I'm not out until I give up and I'm going to keep on fighting."  I know you are a WINNER and a wonderful woman.  Love and God Bless you and your children."

What an honor it was to share the day with such humble, motivational, and stalwart people, whom I consider dear friends.  We would do well to put into practice their words of wisdom and adopt their example of serving those around us.  Gerry and Lucy's heroism in overcoming life's difficult challenges will be a model for how I teach my children to approach their road ahead. God bless you sweet Lucy.  And God bless you Gerry...I know your father and the father of my children both looked upon our meeting today with joy.

 
 

Friday, April 17, 2015

MORGHEN - Queen Creek, AZ

Morghen and Juliann

 
Before any more of this trip passes by, I need to recognize an integral part of our crew.  Morghen is so many things to our family...a dear friend, a nanny, a supporter, a shoulder to cry on, and a partner in crime on this cross country expedition.  She has willingly accepted the challenges that this next year will surely bring.



Morghen

Morghen was a family friend of ours prior to Andrew's passing.  In fact, Andrew had a very unique and dear relationship with Morghen as well as her mother and younger brother.  Andrew adored Morghen and her family, and we have since made her a part of ours.





Morghen, Shiloh, and Juliann

When tragedy befell our family, Morghen reached out immediately to see what our needs were.  She wanted us to know we were being thought of and assist in any way she may be able.  Although I didn't know up from down at that time, and couldn't possibly conjure up enough of a thought process to think of how I could best utilize her willingness to help, she found a way that has blessed our family in abundance.


Morghen and Juliann
When the children and I relocated in January of 2014 we faced a whole new set of challenges that we hadn't yet known while surrounded by a village of family and friends in Prescott.  The load was heavy and the loneliness debilitating.  Often times I would long for an adult to talk to and someone to understand just how much sadness I was experiencing at a given moment.  Certain moments arose where I thought...if I weren't to wake up...would anyone even know?


Juliann and Morghen
Morghen came to live with the kids and I as a fulltime nanny in October of 2014.  Since that time, we have come to love her deeply, drive her batty, and sing her praises.  She is an incredible blessing to our family.  She has curbed the loneliness and is always there to listen, encourage, and love.

Tate, Morghen, Shiloh, Choice, and Ryder
Thank you Morg for making this trip possible.  Thank you for all of the things that are acknowledged and the many things that may seem to go unnoticed.  You are a pillar of strength and a beacon of light in the darkness...a true friend.

Choice and Morghen
Tate and Morghen
Thank you for taking this wild and crazy journey with us and being willing to take all of the difficult times with the good.  We love you.  Now...stop reading this blog and get back to work. :-) 

Morghen, Tate, Shiloh, Ryder, Choice and Juliann



PAYSON HOTSHOTS - Payson, AZ


Today we planned to stop by and visit the Payson Hotshots.  After speaking to them on the phone yesterday afternoon, we made the drive to Payson this morning to meet them face to face.  I must confess, I take every opportunity I can to hug a hotshot. 

Ryder, Shiloh, Tate, Choice, and Juliann - Payson Interagency Hotshot Crew Station
As luck would have it, prior to us arriving at their station, they were called out on an assignment.  The unpredictability of a hotshots work is something that we understand all too well.  Clearly, as evidenced by the photos, we wasted no time letting ourselves right in and right at home.  There was a familiarity to it that exists in all hotshot stations...the smell of smoke, the list of chores and assignments written methodically on white boards, and a very warm and welcoming atmosphere.  It doesn't take much in the way of "fluff" for hotshots to flourish and perform difficult tasks.   
 

Our gratitude for the Payson Hotshots came from a wonderful gift they gave my children and the other children of the fallen Granite Mountain Hotshots.  Their yellow work shirts, such as those they are wearing in this photo, were worn on a fire assignment shortly after the Yarnell Hill Fire.  Upon their return home, and in response to a request by my dear mother-in-law, they bagged up their shirts and sent them to our family to make dolls for each of the kids to hold and play with in remembrance of their daddies.  Naturally, they are called their "Daddy Dolls".
Payson AZ Hotshot Crew
Tate, Shiloh, Choice, and Ryder with their Daddy Dolls
 
 We stayed just long enough for a forest ranger to let us know the crew would not be returning for awhile.  A handwritten note on a scrap piece of paper would be the alternative to the hug I wanted to leave them with.  In addition to the note, we left Be Better Bands for each of them and a canvas picture of the daddy dolls being put to good use.

Note we left for the Payson IHC
 
Photo we left for the Payson IHC

As we were leaving the station my eyes were drawn to something right out front.  It was a beautiful tribute to our loved ones.  I was moved to tears as we stood next to the names of my husband and 18 of my friends, realizing that the love and celebration of their lives is further reaching than we may every know.  Shortly after those thoughts went through my mind, I was startled by Choice who also appeared to be moved to tears.  Upon further investigation, it was apparent that he was crying due to being impaled by the antlers on the tribute and not the emotional sentiment.  Either way, he got his soft side from his daddy. (DISCLAIMER...Choice was not seriously injured and we've elected not to press charges :-) hee hee)

Choice, Juliann, Tate, Ryder, and Shiloh
 
We would've loved the opportunity to meet the hotshots.  However, the absence of their physical presence did not mean an absence of learning from them and their ideals.  Among the many inspirational items we saw on our visit, the sign photographed below really struck me.  FOR THE GREATEST GOOD, FOR THE MOST PEOPLE.  This is the work of a wildland firefighter.  This is what it means to be a silent hero.  This is an example of individuals who embody the Granite Mountain Hotshots motto, Esse Quam Videri (to be rather than to seem to be).  These men never knew we would see this sign and be inspired by it.  They never asked for recognition for the beautiful tribute they made to honor our men. Nor did they ask questions when receiving a bizarre request for their dirty work shirts.  They just recognized an opportunity to serve others, and they accepted.  What an incredible example they are to me of being Better! 



I want to give a special thanks to two amazing women.  Andrew's mother, Deborah, who had the brilliant idea to design these dolls and reach out to the hotshots to make it possible.  And her dear friend, Roberta, who spent countless hours sewing these dolls and personalizing each one for the children of the hotshots.  My children have found immense comfort from the companionship of their daddy dolls.  My deepest gratitude to the many hands that made this lofty project a beautiful reality.


            Tate, Shiloh, Ryder, Choice, Juliann & Daddy Dolls        
Tate, Shiloh, Choice, and Ryder with Daddy Dolls