tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63921238924063442032024-02-07T20:50:26.489-08:00Leightyn's LifesongMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-22905291746521591782015-11-05T08:41:00.000-08:002015-11-05T09:12:27.062-08:00A Tale of Two Name Tags<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> As most everyone knows, we had a medical scare with Maribette (ie a ruptured appendix) a month or so ago. It's been a roller coaster ride that has brought back so many emotions. As we got settled into the ER @archildrens, Miss finally arrived about thirty minutes after we had touched down. She had made the two and a half hour road trip with family from Fort Smith. </span><br>
<span style="color: blue;"> One of the first things that Miss handed me was a name tag. I was instantly taken back to that first time I had gotten an Arkansas Children's Hospital parent tag. Over the next few days I began to think about these two tags. </span><br>
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<span style="color: blue;">Now, everyone knows that life can and does change in an instant. One minute life is going good and the next thing you know, life is throwing curves and is changed forever. There are things etched in my mind that will never change.</span><br>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> I remember that with both girls that we had been worried about them not feeling well. We prayed that God would help us to know what was wrong with them and that they would get better. On the morning of August 6th 2010, I was at work about 9:00 and my cousin had called saying that they couldn't get Lei to wake up. There is nothing that can prepare you for "the phone call". Life goes to 90 mph in seconds. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Then on October 21, at about 1:30, I was at work and got a call from Miss saying, that in the middle of Mb's ultrasound, the tech went to get the Dr. Once again my stomach was in knots. Usually when a doctor is called in in the middle of a test, it's not good news. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: blue; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; line-height: 30px;">I was <span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">taken back to the drive home<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> to be with Lei and how it took for<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">e</span>ve<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">r to drive ten minutes</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> Now one things I must admit is that I am a worrier and tend to think the worst. I am so thankful that God doesn't operate on my little faith. The Jesus says that "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">if you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you." - Matthew 17:20. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Now He was referring to His disciples being unable to heal a sick epileptic boy, but it applies to my life. We can't always control what happens, but we can control our outlook and <span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">W</span>ho we trust in the process. Faith<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> ...</span> it's all about trusting in Who holds our future, and knowing that He has a perfect plan. Its still so hard, I mean, I know that sun always shines, but there are clouds that get in the way and storms that come, but the sun always shines, God is always there. </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: blue; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; line-height: 30px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: blue; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; line-height: 30px;">So, on the way to meet Miss at the hospital I was already thinking cancer, tumor, <span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">and<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> yes, </span></span> even <span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">what it <span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">wo</span>uld be like to plan another funer<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">al.</span></span>. I know that is horrible to think and I'm just being honest. Even when it seems like I have it all together and even when it seems that I have a strong faith, its always a work in progress for me. We never know when a call, or news, is going to rock our world, but in the midst of questions, worry, and fear, we can know Who holds our world. <span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: blue; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; line-height: 30px;"> When I pulled up to the driveway on the morning of August 6th, 2010, all I see is a fire truck and my little girl laying on the ground. I remember telling her "daddy's here". Once at the hospital we really didn't have to ask much, we could tell by the look on the doctors and nurses face that this was not good. Then we finally got the news that there was bleeding on the brain and our worst nightmare had started to slowly sink in. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: blue; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; line-height: 30px;">As I walked in to the ultrasound, the doctor was already there with Miss and Mb. Him and the tech were talking "medical stuff" as we waited for him to finish, still fearing the worst. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: blue; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; line-height: 30px;"> Now this is the hard part, where I try to put trusting God over satan getting me to face fear. A great scripture that comes to mind is Isaiah 41:10 "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Fear not, for I <span style="box-sizing: border-box;">am</span> with you; </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 21px;"><span class="text Isa-41-10" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">Be not dismayed, for I <span style="box-sizing: border-box;">am</span> your God. </span>I will strengthen you, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 30px;">Yes, I will help you, </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: blue; line-height: 25px;"><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Yes the scripture says to not fear, but satan screams that we have every reason to fear, the worst will happen, and God is not in control. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: blue; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> After they discovered that Lei had bleeding on the brain, Angel One was dispatched and she would be on her way to Arkansas Children's. We watched as they got her situated and loaded in the helicopter. There are no words to describe what it feels like to take in all the emotions as you hear the propellers, and feel the immense gushing wind that they put off, as we watched our little girl <span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">ascend</span> in the sky. As Miss would later say " It was like the wings of angels carrying her home". The ride for us to Little Rock that day seemed to take forever, and as we traveled we begin to find comfort in scripture. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>"For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope." - Jeremiah 29:11 </i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">Its amazing to know that God thinks of us and has plans for us. Now we don't always understand His plans, be we can choose to trust in His plans. We can choose to take comfort in knowing that we are apart of His master plan. He is the author of peace, He is the author of hope. </span></span></span><br>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 21px;"> As we prepared to admit Mb into the hospital, we overhear an employee on the phone saying that she was being admitted for a ruptured appendix. This was the first we were hearing of this, we hadn't heard form a doctor yet, and we both started to freak out a little. As another nurse assured us that she was "awfully young to have a ruptured appendix". Thanks for the morale booster", I thought to myself, as Miss and I tried to reassure each other that she was going to be ok. About the same time, I mean within minutes we hear another employee on the phone say "don't admit her yet, Children's is coming to get her". Ok from a little freaked out to full freak out mode! Yep, so much for holding it all together. As I get a phone call from our pediatrician telling us that she is too young and the doctor there would not do the surgery since <span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">she was so little</span>, I barely can hold down the tears long enough to tell him ok. So after a few, maybe many minutes, of calming down and trying to call family and inform them, we were both reassured by both our pediatricians that she would be ok. Miss headed off to Little Rock and I stayed behind, not know if I would be able to go with Mb on Angel One. So they landed and we loaded up for our fifty minute ride to @archildrens. Mb did awesome on the way there and I have to say that it was a calming flight. As we got to Little Rock I could see the sun setting behind us. God is truly amazing.</span></span><br>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "times";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 21px;">As we got to the hospital, we were told that Lei was already down in MRI. Once again we wait<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">ed</span> to hear the crushing news. She had an inoperable tumor at the base of her brain. There are no words to describe the helplessness, the questions, the what ifs, the how do we do this? The next few hours we held on to hope, we knew that we served a God who heals, but I also struggled with reality, and in reality things didn't look that promising. I remember sitting in the cafeteria trying to choke down food, and ended up leaving. Me and Miss stopped at the chapel and poured our hearts out to God. Praying, begging, asking for Him to save our little girl, but most of all to give us strength and peace to face what laid ahead. One of the toughest things we have ever had to do is walk out of the hospital without our little girl. O<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">f</span> course the next few days, weeks and months were a struggle. Even though people continued to praise us for our strength, it was not our strength at all, it was nothing but the hand of God on us, and His strength, and His mercy and His grace that covered us and still does to this day. </span></span><br>
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<span style="color: blue;"> God is a loving God! He is a caring God! He is the same God that walks with us through the storms, the same God that is there waiting for us as the storm approaches, the same God is there as we face the days filled with sunshine. He is the same God that allowed Leightyn to die and the same God who allowed Maribette to get better. Malachi 3:6a says <span style="color: blue; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>“For I am the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>, I do not change". </i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">For some reason its easy to say that God is a God Who blesses, but harder to say that a loving God allows bad things to happen. Don't get me wrong, I would be lying if I said that I haven't questioned God's ways or reasoning, but it is different than saying that I have questioned who God is. I mean I would have never in eternity have chosen to loose a daughter, but in the end we have to believe, we must have faith that our lives are part of a bigger, grander, more perfect plan than we could ever imagine. This life is full of heartache and this life is full of great joy and God is with us in both. Its crazy to think how two simple name tags can bring back some of the toughest emotions that we have ever faced, and remind us of some of the greatest victories that we have had through overcoming death and the blessings of healing. </span></span></span><br>
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Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-79240412758967667172014-08-01T00:58:00.002-07:002014-08-01T01:03:23.599-07:00Immeasurably More Than I Could AskOh my goodness.... I can't believe it has been over a year since I last posted. I always seem to have a thought or urge to post an update or to share more of our journey and somehow I always get side tracked with a diaper change or a "urgent" need from someone.<br />
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Several years back I spent a weekend with my church gals at a "Going Deeper" event. The speakers included Beth Moore, Kay Arthur, and Priscilla Shirer. To this day, I can not read Ephesians 3:20 ("Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us") without a reminder of how Priscilla Shirer encouraged us to proclaim this verse in our lives. You see, as she said the verse, she took a giant step with each phrase. As she said each phrase, she proclaimed it with more emotion. Something like this.....(think about the capital letters and font size as her emotions)<br />
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"now to HIM who is ABLE to DO IMMEASURABLY MORE than all we ask"<br />
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Man, I wish I could verberally say this to you to help get the idea. Anyways, this has stuck with me and I truly believe our journey these past 4 years is a real life example of how God can do more than we could ever imagine.<br />
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4 years ago my life was just sailing along with no clue of a major ship wreck coming. All was great and I almost felt untouchable when it came to the thought of anything bad happening. Suddenly on August 6, 2010, my ship wreck came and my life came crashing down.<br />
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But I survived!<br />
Landen and I survived!<br />
Mylea survived!<br />
Our families survived!<br />
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God showed that He was able to do more than we could ask. No, we didn't get the healing that we wanted for Leightyn. Yes, we questioned why God didn't hear our prayers. But He did hear them!! Leightyn got her eternal healing without the pain and suffering here on earth. Many came to Christ, turned their lives around, and trusted Jesus as their one true Savior.<br />
God heard our prayers and answered them in a way we never could have imagined.<br />
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I will never ever forget the way God proved Himself during my hardest moments as a mom. The overwhelming response of people at Leightyn's viewing. People that we had never met before and still they heard our story and came to share with us how it effected and changed them. The next day, Landen and I led our family into our church sanctuary for our final good-byes and instantly the tears came as I entered the doors. Not from sadness (I was still in shock and not everything had sunk in from the past few days) but from sheer joy and disbelief that our entire sanctuary was packed from front to back and all around with people who joined us to say good-bye and to support us on our new journey. And I get that that's what funerals are for but it's amazing the peace that came from seeing how God answered my many cries for this day.<br />
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But the biggest out pouring of God's "ableness to do immeasurably more than we ask" came towards the end of the funeral. Landen and I knew ahead of time that Bro. Mike would offer the plan of salvation and I had prayed and prayed that five people would choose Jesus that day. Five people for the five years we had Leightyn. I will absolutly never forget when Bro. Mike asked those who had accepted Christ to raise their hand. Slowly he begins to count the hands going up. He says "1". I'm thinking "yeah". He countinues to count to 4, I'm thinking "one more, just one more". He says "5". I begin to get teary. My prayer was answered. I got my 5. But oh me of little faith. Bro Mike continues to count and the numbers are coming quicker. 7, 8, 9, 10. Ten?? Really ten people. Now I'm getting ansy in my seat. I look at Landen and we just smile with tears in our eyes. But it's not over yet. Bro. Mike continues to count and now he's crying while saying "18, 19, 20, 21". Did you get that? 21 people willingly raised their hands and said they got saved at a funeral. Yes, my "God is ABLE to DO IMMEASURABLY MORE than we ask".<br />
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So none of this is what I had in mind to write about but once again, God has let my heart feelings roll off the keyboard for all of yall to see how Mighty He is.<br />
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So, how are the Holmes family? We are great! Life is great! Crazy, hetic, LOUD, busy and a great big beautiful mess. I just finished working through the Bible study "Beautiful Mess: Motherhood for Every Moment" and it's true the Holmes family is just a beautiful mess. For us, and probably you too, life has thrown us hurddles and challenges that seem to make a mess in our plans. My life is a mess. But it's a mess that God can make beautiful things out of. A mess that once again God has shown that He can do more than we could ever imagine.<br />
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Mylea is about to turn 7 in about a month. She was a month shy of 3 when Leightyn died and I cannot belive she is almost 7!!! How can that be?? Mylea sure is an awesome young lady. She loves God with everything. Her humor and imagination keep us laughing. Landry is 2 1/2 and has the personality of well Landry. She is her own unique 100% stinker and sweetie. Landry is the child that I prayed for. The little one I begged God for and He provided. My littlest Maribette is 1 1/2. Oh my sweet Maribette. She was a suprise and a great one at that. We also are an open foster home. During the past year and half we have had 5 children come in and out for short or long stay, Currently, we have a 2 year old boy that has been with us for about 6 months.<br />
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So why do I share how great things are going? As a reminder, for you and myself, that God can do more than you could imagine. So many times you hear of people and families that don't get over the loss of a loved one. And I get it. There were many of days that I could have stayed in bed but my sweet Mylea Jo taught me that I still had more life to live and memories to make. God taught me that He would never leave me. God knew my pain. After all, He sent His only Son to die for me. And you.<br />
Do I want to paint a perfect little family picture for you? Not at all. I am no where near perfect. I yell at my kids. I have attitude. My house isn't always clean. My kids yell....and scream.....and hit....and bite. And we have two in the potty training stage (need I say more) but life is GREAT!<br />
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I have a God that loves me. A God that forgives me. A God that saved me. A God that has changed me. A God that will never leave me. And I have a God that has given me the promise of Heaven. A promise to one day see my Leightyn again.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-37616209007792585352013-05-05T19:37:00.000-07:002013-05-05T19:37:10.619-07:003rd Annual Lei Lei's5k Run and Memory Walk<br />
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Yesterday was our 3rd Annual Lei Lei's 5k Run and Memory walk. The weather was cold and wet but a great crowd showed up. I didn't get a chance to estimate yesterdays attendance but many people showed up....more that I would have ever imagined in the nasty weather.</div>
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The race began with Landen saying a few "thank you's" to our many sponsors. We held a m,moment of silence for those who have and still are fighting cancer. Bro. Mike led in prayer before the starting bullet was shot.</div>
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This year, was our biggest race to date. Every year it keeps growing! We had around 220 registered in the 5k and 180 signed up for the mile walk. With the help of all of these registrants, and our wonderful sponsors, we were able to raise over $14,000 for the American Cancer Society.</div>
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Now to take a few weeks off before we start thinking about next years race.</div>
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Click <a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10201183974060779.1073741825.1213254109&type=1&l=d785253ea5" target="_blank">HERE</a> to see a few photos from yesterday.<br />
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I must make time to get back to this blog. I have so many wonderful things to share. In fact, since I last wrote, we have added to our family again. Yep, you read that correct, we have been blessed with another baby!!! More updates and detail coming soon.....I promise!Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-42543599100187055322012-08-07T08:26:00.001-07:002012-08-07T08:26:00.196-07:00Thankful Is My ChoiceToday marks two years since our world came crashing down. It's hard not to look at the clock and relive every moment. Instead of sadness, today I choose to be happy. To be thankful for God's grace and His faithfulness. Instead of thinking about the sadness and heartbreak, I am going to live this day thinking of all the God moments.<br />
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I thank God that we had Leightyn for 5 years. I am thankful for all the memories. How she lived life to the fullest and lived in the moment. To hear her talk about God and to sing praises to Him. To hear her sweet little prayers. To see the world through her eyes. To look past the bad and see the good in the homeless man at Walmart. To see her face light up at Disney and to experience the magic with her. To see her as a great big sister. The eagerness to teach Mylea so many things. The laughter between them and the secrets they shared.<br />
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I am thankful for God's goodness at Children's. To know that Leightyn didn't have to suffer with cancer. To know that we didn't have to go through many treatments and surgeries and still have the same outcome. To know that we didn't have to make the decision about taking her off life support. To know that we did all that could have to done. To know the drs did all they could in our circumstance.<br />
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To have "church" while our daughter was on life support. To hear the many prayers going up. To hear family members singing "amazing grace" after Landen and I told them that we felt it was time to let her body go. To hear people talking about how the two days at Children's changed them.<br />
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I am thankful that our marriage is stronger that it ever has been. To know that we could have become a statistic and yet we survived. To know that Mylea and now Landry will see how a marriage given to God, even in the darkest times, will continue to thrive. Thankful that Landen and I have never had an emotional day at the same time. His down days are my up days and vice versa. <br />
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Thankful that our families have grown and opened up to each other. To see ones that were distant now close as can be. To see cousins bond. To see families members stepping up when we needed help.<br />
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Thankful for visitation and her funeral . Both events were something that we wanted nothing to do with. And still God showed up (and showed out). Just thinking of the many that came to support us and to tell our sweet girl goodbye. Remembering the never ending long line out the door during visitation. Remembering the prayers, hugs, and support that was offered to us. To see the huge crowd at the funeral. Never did we expect so many people. Thankful that many waited an hour and a half to get through the receiving line. Remembering Bro Mike crying as he counted the 21 hands that were raised for salvation..... Not knowing that many would come forward or email us later telling about their decisions that they didn't make public. Knowing that our Lei Lei made a difference in lives and in eternity.<br />
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Thankful that two years later we are still going strong. Thankful for opportunities to go share our story. Thankful that God continues to pour out His blessings on us... Even when we least expect them. Thankful that God has never given up on us. Thankful that one day we will all be reunited. Until then, this song sums it all up....<br />
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Bless the lord oh my soul<br />
Oh my soul<br />
Worship his holy name<br />
Sing like never before<br />
Oh my soul<br />
I worship you holy name<br />
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The sun comes up <br />
Its a new day dawning<br />
Its time to sing your song again<br />
What ever may pass and whatever lies before me<br />
Let me be singing when the evening comes<br />
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Bless the lord oh my soul<br />
Oh my soul<br />
Worship his holy name<br />
Sing like never before <br />
Oh my soul<br />
I worshhip your holy name<br />
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You're rich in love and you're slow to anger<br />
Your name is great and your heart is kind<br />
For all your goodness i will keep on singing<br />
10,000 reasons for my heart to find<br />
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Bless the lord oh my soul<br />
Oh my soul<br />
Worship his holy name<br />
Sing like never before<br />
Oh my soul<br />
I worship your holy name<br />
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And on that day when my strength is failing<br />
The end draws near and my time has come<br />
Soon my soul sing your praise un-ending<br />
10,000 years and there forever more<br />
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Bless the lord oh my soul <br />
Oh my soul<br />
Worship his holy name<br />
Sing like never before<br />
Oh my soul<br />
I worship your holy name<br />
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Bless the lord oh my soul <br />
Oh my soul<br />
Worship his holy name<br />
Sing like never before<br />
Oh my soul<br />
I worship your holy name <br />
Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-31333129912293671812012-07-04T19:50:00.000-07:002012-07-04T19:50:35.341-07:00Should Have Been You<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">My Little Angel,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"> There has been a lot going on since I have posted anything. First let me just say, we miss you more than ever. As the days past we get closer to seeing you again, but also I get caught up in the many should have's. Its tough not to set around and wander about what might have been. Not that it does any good I guess, but as life goes on so does all the many things we miss.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"> Should have been celebrating your 7th birthday.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Its hard to believe that you have been in heaven almost two years, but its also hard to believe how fast you would have grown up. On July 4th 2005, your mommy and me sold fireworks till midnight, then went home loaded our bags and headed to St Edwards for mommy to be induced. The next day July 5th, you became that greatest gift that two parents could have asked for. After everyone had gone, it was just you, me and mommy at the hospital. I had the video camera recording and you let out the biggest grin / smirk. We both melted right then and there. Just as you were apart of so many first in our lives being our first child, you are still apart of many first "while we're waiting" to see you again. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"> Should have been you singing</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">One of the best things about being your dad, was listening to you sing. A few months ago in youth worship they played My Savior Loves. I had heard that song so many times since your homegoing, but that night it just touched my heart. I told the kids how you use to belt the song from the top of your lungs when we would ride in the car. It was annoying at times back then, but now i would give anything to ear your sweet voice again. There are kids your age that sing at church, and when mommy and me do children's church, its hard for me to not look at them and think "that should have been you". Especially to see how big the other kids are getting.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"> Should have been finishing first grade</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">There are many "tough times" throughout the year. One of them being the first and last days of school. Its not anyones fault. Its not other parents vault when they talk about their kids in sports, activities, school behavior, and their kids accomplishments. To be honest, its only normal, (I think) to think that should have been you. Im so thankful that Mylea got to play softball this year. She had a blast and it brought back so many memories of getting to coach your tball team two years ago. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"> What better place to celebrate your birthday than in Heaven. Just know that we continue to miss you, continue to love you, and continue to think about you every day. There have been so many other things that we have missed and we will miss, but as we wander about all of the should have beens, we look forward to what WILL BE. As much as I want to see what God has in store for the rest of our time here on earth, We anxiously await for the day when we are all together again and for good. Happy brithday, love you Lei. CUWIGT</span><br />
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In my last post, I mentioned that I couldn't find several pictures that I took on race day. Well, I found them!!!! On my mom's camera. Apparently I grabbed the wrong camera in the mist of registration. So, below is a picture overload but I just had to share them!</div>
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Must say that this picture was a perfect shot of reality that morning. Mylea was tired and wanted to play with her friends. She was not at all interested in a family shot. Landen was on the phone trying to give directions to the location. Landry was trying to fall asleep. Oh well....maybe next year we can get a good picture!</div>
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Uncle Bill and Ms. Debbie......adopted grandparents to the girls</div>
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The church girls getting some time with Landry Lei.</div>
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A group shot of the cousins. I tried to get them all together but they were more interested in playing.</div>
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I am so thankful to have this next picture! In this picture we have Janice and Larry, then Landen, and finally Jill and Brad. These amazing people have helped us so much in our journey.<br />
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Brad and Jill lost their daughter Hannah in 2009 after a battle with brain cancer. Hannah had prayed and asked God to bring a storm in to her life so that her testimony would bring glory to God. <a href="http://thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/search/label/Hannah%27s%20Story%20in%20Emails">Click here</a> to read about <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hannah. Brad and Jill started the faith-based ministry <a href="http://whilewerewaiting.org/">While We're Waiting</a> to help parents through the process of knowing that it is ok to continue to live life to the fullest until we are reunited with our children one glorious day. I love the following sentences from the While We're Waiting site. "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Veggieburger;">None of us know how many more years we have on this earth before we are reunited with our children in Heaven. So, our main focus at these events will be discussing how we’re going to live while we’re waiting for that glorious reunion. We believe that we honor our children and our Lord the most through our healing, and we will be seeking to begin or continue that healing process through these weekend." I would highly recommend the retreat, moms day, or dads weekend to any parent who has lost a child.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Janice and Larry lost their son Adam in 2010. Adam has an incredible story! Adam was a member of the elite SEAL Team Six (the counter terrorism unit that took down Osama bin Laden). Adam was a true testament to the verse "greater love has no man than this, to lay down his life for his friends". Adam gave up his life so that his team could escape a deadly attack. WOW!! In fact, there is a book that will be released in a few weeks that tells all about Adam's life. Check out <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fearless-Undaunted-Ultimate-Sacrifice-Operator/dp/0307730697">Fearless</a>. Landen and I can't wait to read it. Better yet, check out this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcUMJr5diKE">video</a>. </span><br />
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<br />Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-71119721538472106342012-04-29T14:22:00.002-07:002012-04-29T14:24:01.822-07:002nd Annual Lei Lei's 5K Run and Memory Walk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Saturday was race day! Seems like the day was never going to get here and now it is over. What a beautiful day it was! The weather was perfect. Everything went smooth and dandy. We had over 325 in attendance. It was a sea of lime green and pink. We are very thankful for each and every person who took time of their busy lives and joined us early Saturday morning. We had around twenty sponsors who helped us raise an amazing amount of money for the Hannah House. Through the generous donations of our sponsors and the overwhelming turn-out, we raised.............$13, 000!!!!!!! I still can't believe how much money will be handing over to The Hannah House!!</div>
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Thank You for supporting us. Thank you for walking or running in memory of our Lei Lei. Thank for helping a great cause!</div>
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We are already working on dates and details for the 3rd Annual race in 2013. More information coming soon! </div>
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We took several pictures with family members, friends from "While We're Waiting", and college buddies. My camera decided not to work correctly and we don't have all the pictures we thought we were taking. This makes me sad. But I am very happy that they all made the long drives to come for the race.</div>
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<br />Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-16032495849439959172012-04-22T15:02:00.001-07:002012-04-22T15:02:24.014-07:00Where We AreOh My! I can't believe how long it has been since I have written. I was thinking it had just been a few months, but turns out that it has been over 8 months since I last wrote. Where has the time gone? So, let me fill you in on what has been happening these last months.<br />
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I have to say that we are in a good place right now. Don't get me wrong.....I still hurt...still sad about losing Lei. I would give anything to have her here with me. But, I know that she is in a much better place and I also know that I will one day be reunited with her forever.....once we are reunited, nothing can take her from me again. How awesome is that!! The Bible tells us that we will go through periods of weeping, sadness, and grief. We <i><b>have</b></i> been there. There are days when we struggle and question why Leightyn couldn't receive treatment or why God didn't perform a miracle. There are days when every place we go or person we meet, remind us of Leightyn. But the Bible also tells us that God never intends for us to remain in grief and sadness, He tells us that He can turn ashes into beauty. He gives us joy from sufferings. God gives us the peace that allows us to get out of bed every morning and to make it through the day. I can't imagine living the past 20 months without the hope of Jesus Christ.<br />
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So....we are in a good place and much has changed in our lives.<br />
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We finally put our house on the market last fall and decided to build a house. Although it was sad leaving our old house and all the wonderful memories we had there. Memories of bringing the girls home from the hospital. The laughter that filled the halls when the neighbors came over to play. The many dress up fashion shows that happened in our living room. The cook-outs and friends hanging out. Our first home we ever purchased......it was time to move on. Sadness overtook many of the wonderful memories. Nights of going to check on the sleeping girls reminded me that one bed would forever be empty. Clothes hanging in the closet for the first day at kindergarten. Two bikes in the garage. And then the driveway that was used for chalk, bubbles, plasma cars....was the same driveway where Leightyn was put in an ambulance.<br />
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December 12th we moved in to our new house. Our new home. I say home because it feels like we are home. Landen and I have prayed that this house would be filled with laughter, love, memories, and reminders of Lei. We feel that all our prayers have been answered. We have so much fun together in this house. We have room for family (lots of family) to come over and stay on weekends. We have hung Lei's sun in the living room to remind us of how "she always wanted it to be sunny" inside. Pictures of all my girls fill the walls and shelves. Laughter fills the rooms. Fashion shows still continue. Scooter rides and skates leave dirt marks on the floor. We are home.<br />
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Not only did God answer our prayers of wanting a new place to live, He also answered my daily prayers for a little one. Landry Lei (named after daddy and Leightyn) was born on January 11. As I write this, Landry is snuggled up against me snoozing away. What a blessing she is! A loved blessing. Many at church have prayed for us to have a healthy baby. Many at church are Mylea and Landry's adopted grandparents. Landry has been a blessing to all at church. A sign of God's faithfulness. She is often referred to as "the churches baby". <br />
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Mylea is getting so big. I can't believe that in September she will be 5. When did my baby have time to grow up? It's hard to think that she is going to be 5. That soon, she will have out lived her older sister. <br />
<a href="http://thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/">Jill</a>, a wise friend who has helped us on our journey, went through this same experience a few months back. I loved how she said that instead of living in sadness because your child out lived the other or living in sadness because your children are growing up......celebrate the milestone. Celebrate that your child is here and able to reach the milestone. That's what will will do when My turns 5. We will celebrate the big day and thank God for the 5 years He gave us with Leightyn and the 5 years we have had with Mylea. We will also pray for more years with Mylea and Landry.<br />
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We have met some amazing families with some amazing kids. Kids with stories that bring tears to my eyes just thinking about it. These families have used their storms the their child's death to reach out to others and to bring glory to God. I wish it didn't take losing Lei to meet these people but I am so thankful for their friendships. If you are any one you know have lost a child, I encourage you to check out the <a href="http://whilewerewaiting.org/">While We're Waiting</a> group. Landen and I have attended the couples retreat along with the mom and dad days. What a wonderful group Brad and Jill began. It has made a huge difference in many lives.<br />
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Mylea is my girl. My sunshine on the cloudy days. I really don't think I could have made it to this point with her. I love seeing Leightyn in her. She is becoming a caring, loving, and compassionate little girl. She loves to sing to Jesus. Landry is my little doll. My hear melts when she smiles. She looks so much like Lei as a baby that they could pass for twins.<br />
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Where are we going from here? I don't know. This blog began a few days after we buried Leightyn. It began as a way to tell our story and to share our grief. It began as a way for us to write our feelings and to share our experience. We feel led to go in a different direction, jut not sure which direction. We are about to begin to process of forming a non-profit organization that would reach out to parents that have lost a child. We would love to help with funeral expenses, a short vacation to get away, help siblings remember the good times, to help parents know that it is ok to keep living in and after your storm. Like I said, we aren't sure what direction we want to head in. Still waiting on God to show us His plans. We don't want to waste our storm. Instead we want to use it to reach out to others.<br />
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We still have opportunities to share our story. We love getting the chance to talk about Leightyn and God's faithfulness to us. We continually pray for more opportunities to share.<br />
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This coming Saturday, April 28th, we will be hosting Lei Lei's 2nd Annual 5K Run and Memory Walk. We are amazed with the sponsorships and sign-ups so far. Currently, we are expecting 85 in the 5K and 130 in the Memory Walk. How awesome is that? The money we raise will go to The Hannah House here is Ft Smith.<br />
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Like I said, we are in a good place. We are happy. Loving life. Living it to the fullest. Cherishing each day. Thanking God for His blessings. Holding on to the promise of Heaven. A promise of one day seeing my Leightyn again. A promise of an eternity with her. A promise of an eternity with my Savior.<br />
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I can't imagine losing Leightyn and not knowing Christ. Not having Him to cry to. Not having Him carry me when I couldn't take another step. If you don't have a relationship with Jesus Christ, I hope and pray you will take the time to find out more about the Savior. A life in Christ gives me hope and joy. It doesn't mean a perfect life. It means that when you are in a storm, He is there with you, holding your hand, guiding you when you can't see. He is giving you the peace to survive.<br />
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If you are interested in a relationship with Christ, take a moment to look at the following verses.<br />
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<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%203:10-12%20&version=NIRV">Romans 3:10-12 and 23</a><br />
<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%206:23&version=ESV">Romans 6:23</a><br />
<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%205:8&version=ESV">Romans 5:8</a><br />
<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%2010:9-10,13&version=ESV">Romans 10:9-10 and 13</a><br />
<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%205:1&version=ESV">Romans 5:1</a><br />
<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%208:1&version=ESV">Romans 8:1</a><br />
<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%208:38-39&version=ESV">Romans 8:38-39</a><br />
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<br />Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-923472613773002922012-02-28T12:42:00.002-08:002012-02-28T13:52:19.868-08:00Lei Lei's 2nd Annual 5K and Memory Walk<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"><b>So excited to announce that plans are underway for Lei Lei's 2nd Annual 5K and Memory Walk......</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"><b>The race will be begin at 8:00am on April 28, 2012, at Chaffee Crossing in Ft. Smith. </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">Last year we had an unbelievable turnout and support for The Children's Emergency Shelter. This year we have chosen to help support Hannah House in Ft. Smith. Hannah House is a residential facility for pregnant and troubled teens/young women from ages 12 to 29.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"T</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">he purpose of Hannah House is to offer these young women a place of refuge in a warm, home-like atmosphere where we can help them work on the issues in their lives that brought them to Hannah House. We want to help them heal and become productive, caring individuals who are able to care for their babies, or to help them in making a decision to place their baby for adoption. Their goal is "to provide help to pregnant and troubled young women whose needs are not being met in their present situation. The program will offer a Christian alternative to abortion by providing food, shelter, education, and assistance in obtaining medical care for the young woman during her pregnancy. Opportunities for counseling and Christian guidance in making a permanent plan after the birth are also available."</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">For more information, or to request an entry form, please email us at runforlei@yahoo.com or at leightynslifesong@yahoo.com </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">This year we have also added an online registration and donation form. Go to </span><a href="http://www.earlysignup.com/leilei5k">http://www.earlysignup.com/leilei5k</a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">for this quick and easy entry or donation form. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Race entry fees are $25 for the 5K and $10 for the mile walk. All participants will also receive a race t-shirt. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">We are also looking for sponsors for the race. If you are interested or would like more information about sponsor benefits, please email us and we will get you the information.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">We hope to see you all there!!!</span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:large;"><br /></span></i></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-54892094946900426992012-02-13T07:08:00.000-08:002012-02-13T10:44:33.148-08:00I Still Believe<span style="color:#000099;">Just wanted to write and let you know what all has been going on in our world. Right at a month ago, we welcomed Landry Lei Holmes into our family. We thought you would like her middle name. So just to give you the story, we went to the doctor and mommy's blood pressure was high and her feet were swelling. Not that it was dangerous, but jokingly she said to Dr Rainwater "we should just come back tonight and get induced", and to both of our surprise she said, let me make a call and see if they are busy. She got us scheduled and on the way to the car, everything begin to get real. We were fixing to have a baby. So to make a long story short, we got to the hospital later that night and mommy got all hooked up. Here is the rest that I posted on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span> about our "God moment" when your sister was born. :</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;">So I have GOT to share our "God Moment" from yesterday (besides the obvious miracle of birth). It had been a long day, and the baby wasn't cooperating (must have been the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bearden</span> in her). So after the epidural had quite work twice, (we'll skip the part where I got "light heading" watching them redo the epidural ..... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> so I passed out, yes <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Im</span> one of those dads! Hey, I'm blaming it on low blood sugar)) Miss was hurting and "ready to be done". Since there had been no progress made in three hours, and the baby wasn't positioned quite right, so our Dr. (who we love), decided for a c section. Getting prepped and ready in a fashionable "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">hazmat</span> suit", they asked what we would like to listen to during the surgery. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ummm</span> ... Christan please! So, they got her started and a few minutes later at EXACTLY the same moment that they pulled Landry out of Miss' tummy, I Still Believe by Jeremy Camp, started playing on the radio. You see that is one of the two songs that we played at Lei's funeral. Talk about making a grown man ball like a baby, that just topped off such an emotional experience. God just reminding me (and Miss) "Your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, Lei's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, and Just continue to BELIEVE in me, I will take care of you!" Amazing, Simply amazing! Everyday there are things in life that cause us to question, but no matter what we MUST keep the faith! Thank You all for the kind words, thoughts, prayers, and encouragement for me and my family, and may God Bless you as much as He so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">undeservingly</span> continues to bless me and my family!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">What I didn't post on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span> was about the Sunday before. You see mommy and My and gone to church early for a meeting, so I decided to go to see you at the cemetery. I got there and stayed for about forty five minutes. Now, I don't know if you get to see us, hear us, but I like to think that your resting place is one where I am a little closer to you, if only for a moment. So basically here is what I prayed " God I know that Lei is okay, but just give me that assurance", I wanted an immediate answer. To be honest I left a little disappointed that I hadn't had my "God Moment". I hear about others that get to hear God and know that they're okay. I wanted that, I prayed for that. Finally, three days later, I believe that God did answer me, and I believe that it might have been the exact reason that mommy ended up having a c section. So God could give me (us) that God Moment" You see, there are just sometimes when I need that blessed assurance that He is still up to something.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">You would be so proud of My. She has been the BEST big sister that had even surpassed what we would have thought. A lot of that credit goes to you. You were an amazing example of what a big sister should be like. Just as I cant believe how big that My is getting (some of the things she comes up with is so funny), its a struggle to imagine what you would have been like. What would have been to have a house full of three girls? What stuff would you have told us about what you learned at school? I know that we cant live in the "what <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">would's"</span>, but it gets hard at time to not think about all we have missed, all we will miss. That's when we put or hope in God. Hope and faith, that tells us that God chose us, He chose you to be a part of His master plan, apart of the bigger picture that I cant wait to see one day. I love the verse which says </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">"For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">with the glory which shall be revealed in us. Romans 8:18</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">Its tough, but one day it will all be worth it. It may be hard for some to believe that there will ever be anything that will make the death of a child an easy pill to swallow, but I believe the entire Word of God and we He says that badness of this life cant compare to the goodness that He has in store for us, I Believe that! For me, it does make it easier to know that even if it was just for one salvation (which there are many more that we know of) that He chose <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Leightyn</span>, then it would be worth all of the pain that we experience for a short time, compared to all of the "glory" that He has waiting for us for all eternity. Sure we miss her like crazy, sure we wouldn't have chosen this road, sure we wish there would have been another (any other) way, but five years has nothing on forever.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">(a side note) There are somethings that just bother me much more than they use too. I heard a guy talking the other day how he had to go pick up his daughter, and how he would have to "listen to her talk the whole way back". Excuse me, I thought to myself. How I would LOVE to listen to my daughter one more time, much less the "whole way back" from a long trip. People just don't know what they say sometimes. I miss hearing your voice, see your smiling face, and the times that I thought you "annoyed" me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">So, last Saturday I finished reading a book called "I Still Believe", by Jeremy Camp. Its a look into his life. How he lost his wife to cancer, how God has used her story and his testimony for the healing of so many through the words of his songs (which by the way are all amazing). Not that I like to see that others have suffered tragedy and trials, but it is encouraging to see how God can and does use our stories and the events in our lives to encourage others. Healing does take place, we may not completely heal this side of heaven, but God does heal if we choose to let Him. One thing that really touched me is how Jeremy would go up to a cabin, and fast and pray. During those prayers he would be open and honest with God about his questions, his feelings, and his fears. So, to be honest Lei, losing you was the toughest thing that I have ever had to face, and it scares me to death that I will have to feel that emotion again. I know that God is in control, and He will get us through anything. When most parents have a kid with a cold, its no big deal. When you have walked through the valley of the shadow of death, every little cough, breathing hard, bump on the head, headache, vomiting, and the littlest thing automatically signals fear and the thoughts of here we go again. So really, at times it scares me that God IS in control. Ive got to do better at strengthening my faith, and not letting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">satan</span> instill any form of fear in me. "even when I don't see, I still believe". I know that you can see, you see the whole picture as you are wrapped in the arms of Jesus. What an awesome amazing experience that must be. I hope that you are as excited to see us, as we are to see you. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Leightyn</span> Nan, I love you so much, and miss you even more.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Untill</span> that day....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">cuwigt</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;">love daddy</span>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-58039111458325147472011-12-23T13:51:00.000-08:002011-12-23T14:58:49.414-08:00Christmas in Heaven?<span style="color:#000099;">My little angel,</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Just wanted to say that we miss you so much. Got moved in to our new house, and its amazing. You would have absolutely loved it. My thinks that she is big stuff now and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">apparently</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doesn't</span> have to follow any rules. She is such a big girl and has been sleeping in her big girl bed all week now. We are so proud of her. I know that she misses you so much. Especially at bed time, when she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">doesn't</span> have her big sis there to cuddle with. We have finally gotten back into our nightly routine, and it is going great so far. I wish you could hear and see how smart your little sister is becoming. Thank you for being such an awesome big sister for her to follow and look up to. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Speaking of big sister. My is getting close to have a little brother (or sister) to hold, teach, change diapers, and take care of. We cant wait to see how amazing she will be. Mommy has gotten a "ripe" (hey its better than saying big) belly on her. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> see how that little thing has any room to move. Its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">only</span> going to be a few more weeks. I hope that you get to check in on us from time to time. Its hard to see where we have come from, and at the same time we are truly thankful and amazed how God has blessed us these past sixteen months. Its going to be different having a baby around the house again, and its going to be different being a four person <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">family</span> again. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Although</span> we really consider ourselves a six member family with two kids in Heaven. Even though we never got to meet one , he/she is still part of our family. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Kind of at a confusing spot right now. It seems like there aren't as many people that talk about you anymore. Its not that they have forgotten you, but I think its that they slowly heal and the fresh memories become older and older. To tell you the truth Lei, It seems like so long ago that you were here. We want so badly to keep your memory fresh and alive, but we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">don't</span> know what to do, where to turn. We pray for opportunities to share your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">lifesong</span> and our story with others, but it just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">doesn't</span> happen enough, near enough. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I still think about you every day. As I'm sure that I will for the rest of my life, I can only imagine how big you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">would</span> be. I see your friends and how tall they are, and I just cant help but to wonder all of the things they we have missed out on. Its only normal I think, and I will never be able to see kids your age and not wonder. Its hard to believe that you would be in the middle of your first grad year. It breaks our hearts so much not knowing what you would have been like. Starting to see some kids close to your age getting saved is a bitter sweet moment for me. I wish so badly that we could have got to experience that with you. What can we do? Live in the "what we have missed", or live in hope. Hope that one day (I believe very soon) we will get to spend forever with you. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">don't</span> even begin to pretend to understand all that heaven will be like. I would be willing to bet that everyday is Christmas. Every moment is one of complete celebration and praising and glorifying God. What you must be experience? How you must be praying and anticipating the day that daddy, mommy, sissy, the new baby, and the rest of our family will get to come see you soon. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Love you so much, Miss you even more. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Tell Jesus Happy Birthday for us. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">You rock!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">CUWIGT</span>! </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">daddy</span>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-18019355404030058702011-11-28T17:59:00.000-08:002011-11-28T18:54:53.948-08:00Memories To Share<div>I haven't written in several months. I have struggled with where to take this blog now. It started out as a way to tell Leightyn's story and how our lives changed in such a short amount of time. It then became a way to express my feelings of pain and our journey of how we made it through many "first" the past 16 months. </div><div><br /></div><div>The last few months I haven't really known what to write about. I just sit and nothing comes.....which means that it isn't the right time to write. I do want you to know that I am in a good place with everything that has happened. God continues to bless us everyday. I now have so much that I want to share about our blessings and God's faithfulness. But not tonight. I have something special I want to share instead.<div><br /></div><div>Back in July we had a birthday party for Leightyn. This was the first without her so we really didn't know what to expect. We invited just the church kiddos. The day was so much better than I could have ever imagined! We asked that the kids bring baby items to be donated to a local Christian ran pregnancy help center/shelter. We were blown away with the amount of items donated! </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFiuSRUrbmdMoT2TOU5nWIGyTqFZCBEVcvsvyG_NGLh6UJUVQ1IY8JkXT6aZk_tMvdBLX7vVm57COlgblgwVlqPlO_MYq6vnptdhtqGytGjj11ZFdx7aCfYqCFjTZM9j4yIoh1bTek5P3/s320/232323232%257Ffp432%253C5%253Enu%253D3243%253E4%253B7%253E%253B%253B2%253EWSNRCG%253D34837664-3326nu0mrj.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680237071169345762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>We also asked each kid to write down their favorite memory of Leightyn. These memories were something that I would cherish forever. I love talking about Leightyn with these kids and couldn't wait to read what they considered their special memory. So, tonight I want to share some of the memories. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>"Happy Birthday Lei Lei! The Big 6! My favorite memory is on Sundays. I would always have gum. Leightyn would always come to me and ask for a piece. Once I had sour gum. I told her. She said "it's ok I like it". So I gave her a piece. As soon as she stuck it in her mouth her face turned red. Then she spit it out and said "next time bring sweet gun". So I did and she loved it"</i></div><div><i>Happy Birthday! I Love You!"</i></div><div><i> Halie</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"She was very nice" </i></div><div><i>Evan</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"I know it will be a fantastic day in Heaven! My favorite memory is Leightyn coming in the church on Sunday mornings. She ran down the hallway and gave me a high-five or a hug! Priceless! I love you, Leightyn! Your Pastor, Forever! "</i></div><div><i>Bro. Mike</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"I remember when Leightyn went to church camp with us. She was a good listener and was so much fun at the pool. I would always try to sit by her during devotion, but other kids would always get to her first. She was such an angel. At church, I would always see her having fun. She sure loved to sing. We all miss her, but we'll see her again someday."</i></div><div><i>Love, Grace</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>"I miss Lei Lei so much! My favorite memory with Leightyn was when we were at the river at Devils Den State Park. Holding her hand across the river. This year holding Mylea's hand felt like holding Leightyn's hand again. I will never ever forget her! Love You Leightyn!!"</i></div><div><i>Alex</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"You asked for a memory about Lei Lei so here is mine. I remember when we went to Children's Camp in 2009. Lei Lei went down the slide, and she said "Faith, catch me". And so I did. She smiled and said "Again, again". So she went a whole lot. I always enjoyed playing with her. We will get to see her one day!"</i></div><div><i>Faith</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"You know I have more memories of Leightyn then I could fit on this card. There are two favorite memories that come to mind today. The first one is when Lei was just learning to talk and you would ask her what her name was. She would say "baby" or "I sexy" in this cute little voice. You guys would say "your real name, not your street name". I still crack up about that. She was so little! My all time favorite memory though was when Mady Paige was born. I think Lei might have been the most excited. She was so proud when she came over for the first time to see her. Lei just sat down and held Mady like she was a little mother. In the picture, you can see pure delight in Lei's face"</i></div><div><i>Duppy</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"I asked Hayden and Abby what they missed about Leightyn. Hayden said he misses playing with Leightyn. He then got specific. He said they had a lot of fun playing trains where the little kids room is at church. He misses her so much. Abby talks about Leightyn and everything in general. She misses all of them being together. Leightyn was the leader. Abby looked up to her. She always knew what to do. Abby says everyday that Leightyn is in Heaven with Jesus but Mylea still misses her".</i></div><div><i>Amanda, Hayden, and Abby</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"When I think about Leightyn I feel sad"</i></div><div><i>Robert</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"How do you pick your favorite memory of Leightyn? I guess it would be the river last year at Devil's Den. Missy and I were down there with a bunch of kids. Some of them had a snake cornered at the base of the spill way. Leightyn wanted to go see it. As we got closer, she got nervous and I picked her up and put her on my hip. A few more steps and her whole body began to shake. We hollered at all the kids and we got out of there. She loved the river and had a blast at camp. I am so thankful that she got to go"</i></div><div><i>Brenda</i></div><div><br /></div></div><div>Here's the kiddos sending balloons up to Heaven for Leightyn.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAEn8cHSc00N-p9lV5qc41TobcNAUhSpZ83F85ywwtMOCEoW8pbUblbRebXVkPn5hkcqQEd0kFbirNpeHkSEGryE23KSPEWlsdQb4wOpF_KI1zdDoO2enGX4tj6m-al2SDEGxc1s-6_GxM/s1600/232323232%257Ffp432%253B%253B%253Enu%253D3243%253E4%253B7%253E%253B%253B2%253EWSNRCG%253D3483766492326nu0mrj.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAEn8cHSc00N-p9lV5qc41TobcNAUhSpZ83F85ywwtMOCEoW8pbUblbRebXVkPn5hkcqQEd0kFbirNpeHkSEGryE23KSPEWlsdQb4wOpF_KI1zdDoO2enGX4tj6m-al2SDEGxc1s-6_GxM/s320/232323232%257Ffp432%253B%253B%253Enu%253D3243%253E4%253B7%253E%253B%253B2%253EWSNRCG%253D3483766492326nu0mrj.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680237072586979778" /></a>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-30482451122012419812011-10-06T13:42:00.000-07:002011-10-06T18:11:34.765-07:00Seeing the Ordinary Different<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">So, I just have to share about some of the "Lei moments" I had while we were at Disney. Not that they are that rare, because there are those moments pretty much everyday. Jo, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nige</span>, Miss, Lei, and My all went to Disney in January of 2010. I had to work, so I didn't get to go. I loved talking to Lei that week and hearing about all of the things that they had done, see, and experienced that week. I hate that I didn't get to go, but so glad that she / they all got to experience that trip. I will never forget the night before they were suppose to come home, that Lei told Miss she didn't know why they had to leave, and that "daddy could just come live there".</span></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Well, like I said, its not that I didn't think of her that whole week, or every single day, but just living out the trip that she had went on a little over a year and a half earlier. As a parent who looses a child (which I often don't understand that word "looses", because shes not lost, I know exactly where she is), I believe that we see things in a whole different light than "normal" parents who haven't experienced the home going of a child. So these moments might seem strange to some, but they are seen through different circumstances.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Not in any particular order....<br /><br />One of the hardest thing for me is to see two little blond haired girls, sisters. This happened on more that one occasion. I remember the first time we were standing in line waiting on one of the many buses. Right there, were two little girls who looked to be the exact same age as Lei and My. It struck me, because I sat there staring and wandering to myself "my, that girl is too big to be Lei, but then I could see it. It wasn't at all, it had been over thirteen months since I had see our little Lei. That is probably exactly how big she would have been. I really miss seeing the two of them together.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">As we sat watching the Little Mermaid, which by the way is a great show. There was a song that came on. I had heard it many times before. This time was different. This time I was hearing it as a bereaved dad. (sing along if you want)</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">"Up where they walk, up where they run. Up where they stay all day in the sun. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wanderin</span>' free - wish I could be part of that world. And ready to know what the people know. Ask 'em my questions and get some answers. What's a fire and why does it - what's the word? Burn? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">When's</span> it my turn? Wouldn't I love, love to explore that world above? Out of the sea. Wish I could be. Part of that world."</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">(A little off the subject) First of all, its not like I have a death wish, so don't think I'm going all crazy, but its weird. I would be lying if I didn't say that I don't thing about Heaven a lot, A LOT more that I ever had before. Its like when you go out of town that first time after having kids, and all you think about is wandering what they're doing. Before Lei died, to be honest, I was afraid of death. For a couple of reasons. The first underlying cause was doubt. Not knowing 100% that your saved is nothing to mess around with. It took Lei dying for me to let go of my pride, and worrying about what others think. Secondly, just they awesomeness of God. Knowing that I (or anyone) is worthy of what He has done for and prepared for me. Also, not knowing all of the details of Heaven can be a little scary. Once I knew that I knew, the details don't matter as much. Its going to be awesome!</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">OK, back to the Little Mermaid. I try, but cant fathom what it will be like to be apart of "that World" ... Heaven. Up where they stay all day in the Son. Finally getting answers to the many questions. I look forward to being apart of that world.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Since we are on songs, there's a couple more that really touched me. The next one was from the Finding <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nemo</span> production. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Nemo</span> gets lost, and sings: " Where's my dad? I'm all alone. I'm too small to be here on my own. I swam away because I got mad. But now I really need him. Where's my dad?" Part of me wanders what Lei was thinking at 637pm, on August 7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span>, (although we really believe she was already there) as she took that journey to Heaven and finally met here Jesus. Was she asking for her mommy and daddy, wandering what was going on? It breaks my heart to think that she was scared at any moment. Another part (the real) knows that Jesus was right beside her the whole way, her true Father, safe in His arms. As a father (and a mother as well), its the worst feeling in the world to have that helpless feeling. Knowing that there's nothing you can do to make it better, to make life complete again. All we can do is turn to the cross, and trust more than ever in our faith.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Probably one of the toughest times for me was right after one of the parades. I had kinda gotten away from the rest of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">fam</span>. Standing in front of the castle, There was a song that was blaring called Celebrate You. "Its the time of your life. You don't wanna miss out on right here and right now. There's so many reason why you don't wanna stop. Here's your chance, live it up. In everything you do celebrate you". I could, in that moment, know that Lei is having the "time of her life". We all should take TIME and celebrate, not only who God has made us to be, but also celebrate the life we have. Its okay to smile, its okay to live life (in a godly way). As my friend Bro. Mike says; "Christians should be the happiest people on earth". Standing there in front of this amazing castle, hearing this song, in this environment, it just all hit. Man, I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "> miss our little girl, our princess. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Wow this is long, so last but certainly not least, was the Beauty and the Beast show. You see that Wednesday before <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Leightyn</span> died, we all went to see Beauty in the Beast in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Fayetteville</span> at the Walton Arts Center. One of the many bitter sweet moments. I am still to this day, so thankful that God gave us that trip. It was tough watching it without her, but just like everything else, we got through it. I thank God for Lei. I thank God for the memories. I thank God that He continues to give us strength and peace daily and that, even though the journey is hard, I thank God that He allows me to see Ordinary things different. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Lub</span> You Lei, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">CUWWGT</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-29891889735465940102011-09-01T17:29:00.000-07:002011-09-01T19:13:16.906-07:00You're not here<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> I still think of you every single day that your not here. I still miss you every single day that your not here. Well, we made it. By the grace and the strength of God we made it to the dreaded one year mark. I must say it was a bitter sweet day. As every hour past, starting with the phone call, I would replay everything over in my head again. The call, the drive home, seeing my baby girl laying in the drive way unresponsive, the hospital, seeing you take off in the helicopter (feeling the strong wind as you rode off towards the sky), the drive to Children's, the first time I saw you in ICU. Then the moment came when we got the "good" news, to find out about a half hour later that it wasn't. Its the worst feeling as a father to see your little girl laying there in a hospital bed. Knowing that there's not only nothing that I could do, but from what the doctors said, nothing they could do either. Helpless, hopeless, heartbroken, and praying with all we had for OUR miracle. Then came the waiting, singing, waiting, and the those words at 636pm on august 7th 2010. As surreal as it was, God got us through it. The same God that didn't answer our prayers how WE wanted, was the same God that gave us the peace strength, and the comfort to not only survive, but also to prevail and use our story for His glory. We have grown, and continue to live our lives, but you're not here.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> The past few weeks have been no easier. First, we have to deal with the first day of school. I cant believe that you would have been starting first grade. All I can do is wonder what could have been. I know that you would have grown so much, and wonder how much you would have changed. Its tough. Its hard to see all of the many (thousands it seems) of first day of school pics. It makes me sick, jealous, bitter, and down right envious of all those families that get to experience what we couldn't.
<br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> Speaking of the first day of school, Mylea started mothers day out. Another milestone! Another bittersweet moment for me. I hate it.. that I do it. I know its not fair to My. We went to an open house on Monday so that we could meet her teacher. I tried not to, but all i could do was think about your open house that we just missed out on by a few days. We had good time, and My was super excited not only for school, but that Annabelle was there too. We got home and got her in bed early. She had an awesome first day of school. I cant wait to see what all she learns and how much she grows. I know you would be and are going to be so proud of her. Did I ever tell you what a great big sister you were (are). Its great that we get to see you through My. The best is when she says "my sissy taught me that". </span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> I don't know what its going to be like when I finally get to see you again. I do know that it will be amazing. I do know that I cant wait, but at the same time, we are going to keep on keeping on. I hope that we make you proud. i hope and pray that we will see what God's will for our lives and the doors He opens for us. Love you Lei. Miss you like crazy since your not here! cuwigt</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> </span></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-56702320482956054152011-08-24T07:11:00.000-07:002011-08-24T07:23:53.970-07:00Please Prayhttp://www.stellabrunermethven.com/index.php?id=28<div>
<br /></div><div>This blog was sent to me today from a friend who thought of Leightyn the entire time she read it. Please take a minute to pray for this family and sweet Stella. Stella is almost three. At the end of June, her family was told that Stella had an aggressive brain tumor wrapped around her brain stem. The tumor is fatal. Nothing medically can be done to remove the tumor. Medicine and treatment can prolong Stella's life, but will not save her. The family has decided to bring Stella home and let her live her life to the fullest until the tumor wins the battle. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Their situation reminds me so much of Leightyn. Stella was healthy. She has a brainstem glioma. This is usually detected in kids around the age of 5. Symptoms for this tumor include headaches and throwing up.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I can't imagine the pain this family is going through just wondering what day will be their last with Stella. To know that your daughter is here and one day the tumor will win. They recently returned from a vacation to Sesame Street Land. They are living out their life to the fullest and making many memories with little Stella. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Here is a summary of the beginning of their journey from June. Please take a minute and say a prayer for this family!</div><div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(49, 49, 49); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><i><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 23px; font-size: 14px; display: inline !important; ">Stella was diagnosed with brainstem glioma. This is an aggressive tumor that has wrapped around her brainstem. Stella’s parents and family have had numerous consultations with some of the best doctors in the world about Stella’s health and care. The tumor is inoperable, and also is widely regarded as being untreatable through chemotherapy or radiation. Such methods will most likely only prolong her life for a short time but will have a negative impact on the quality of life. Above all else Aimee and Michi</p></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(49, 49, 49); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><i><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 23px; font-size: 14px; display: inline !important; "> are dedicated to the quality of Stella’s life and so have chosen not to pursue any harsh and largely ineffective treatments.</p></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#313131;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(49, 49, 49); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><i><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 23px; font-size: 14px; ">A little over a week ago Aimee and Michi noticed that Stella was having some balance issues and some difficulty walking. Last week they followed up with two doctors, and an ear infection was suspected. On Friday June 24<sup style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">th</sup> Michi and Aimee took Stella in to Sick Children’s Hospital because of its excellent diagnostic care. In the early hours of Saturday they got the devastating news that it was a brain tumor. A few hours later, they learned it was fatal.</p></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(49, 49, 49); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><i><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 23px; font-size: 14px; display: inline !important; ">Two of the things that have presented differently are firstly, Stella’s young age. Most children with this tumor do not present symptoms till they are five or six, whereas Stella has just turned two. Secondly, there is usually a great deal of vomiting as a symptom, but Stella has not displayed that either. Because of this several departments are meeting to discuss Stella’s case and on Monday will meet with Michi and Aimee to talk to them about their findings and whether there or not they feel the tumor should be biopsied. With the information that is presented Stella’s mommies will weigh their options and decide what is in her best interests.</p></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(49, 49, 49); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><i><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; line-height: 23px; font-size: 14px; display: inline !important; "> </p></i></span></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-15518680759950097992011-07-20T22:42:00.000-07:002011-07-20T23:33:05.687-07:00Back to School<div>My Baby Girl,</div><div><br /></div>Looks like it is going to be another emotional sleepless night. I just can't get you off my mind and out of my thoughts. I know I haven't written in so long. It's just seems like I never have the right words to express how much I miss you and how much I wish you were here with us. <div><br /></div><div>I saw a post on Facebook today about 27 days till school starts and I thought "wow...in 27 days Leightyn would be going to 1st grade". But the reality is that there will be no buying school supplies and excitement over 1st grade for us. It is still a punch in the gut to think of all we will be missing. I read a blog the other day that talked about missing a daughter's engagement, wedding, and future grandchildren. It made me sad to think of all the big life moments we will miss. But then I thought about all the other big moments we have already missed....1st day of Kindergarten, reading, spelling, birthday parties, sleepovers, Awanas, BFFs....all the little experiences that we could have taken for granted. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't believe that we are in the middle of July. A year ago, our lives were perfect. We had the summer planned out and were going to take advantage every day before school began. You were so excited when you found the perfect first day of school dress in Tulsa. You had the best time picking out folders for your backpack. I remember being at GAP and you couldn't choose between a purple or turquoise lunch money purse. Little moments that I will never forget and now that is all the memories I will have of you and school. I see kids your age growing up or hear parents talking about school memories and what all their child has learned and it really hurts. It hurts that I can't be a part of that conversation. It hurts to see your friends making new friends when you should still be a part of the group. It hurts to see lives move on and people grow up. </div><div><br /></div><div>A couple weeks ago, Mylea attended a VBS here in town. She was so excited to go. When we got to her class, she asked me to stay until it was time for them to walk in. I gladly stayed. As it came time for the opening assembly, Mylea did fine walking in until the girl in front of her had a complete mommy melt down. Mylea looked up at me with big eyes and asked if I would be there to pick her up later. We talked for a second and she gave me a kiss before going in the building. In that moment, I didn't see Mylea. I saw you standing there. It was like we were dropping you off for school. I lost it! It was a total emotional breakdown for this momma. I walked quickly back to the car with other parents looking at me. I could hear their thoughts "Wow...that momma needs some help......it's just Bible School". But it wasn't to me. I just remember sitting in the car thinking that that's how mommas feel on the first day of Kindergarten. </div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of Mylea....she has grown up so much these past few months. She talks about you every day and tells me how much she misses you. Today we were in bed watching Caillou. I made a statement about Caillou and Barney being your favorite shows. Mylea quickly responded that she remembered watching these shows with you and that they were her favorite shows too. She talks about you and Heaven so much. Sometimes I think....should any 3 year old know this much about death and Heaven? She has had to grow up quicker than she should. Mylea often asks when you are going to come home from Heaven and live with us again. That's a tough thing to explain to a 3 year old. I try to do the best I can. She wants to know how come you can't come back since Jesus made you better. She asks how come we can't go to Heaven to get you or just to visit for a little. Mylea misses you so much. I watch her around kids and it often looks like she is still looking for you in the group. She'll ask me how come other kids have a brother or a sister to play with and she doesn't...... it breaks my heart. I don't have an answer for her. To be honest, I often wonder the same thing. Why can't you be here with us. Why didn't we get our miracle? Why didn't we have signs that something was wrong? Daddy and I often talk about the why's and what if's. It sure makes me second guess stuff and gets me wondering "why us".</div><div><br /></div><div>Daddy and I got the house painted a few weeks ago. We talked about moving or building but at the moment, we aren't sure what we are going to do. Anyways the house is all neutral......blah. Talk about depressing. This house that use to be so full of life is now completely a shade of sandstone. No pictures on the walls. No picture frames on the table. No more green and pink polka dots in your room. No more drawings on the wall. No more blue and red in My's room. No more ketchup art in mommy and daddy's room. It's all kinda depressing. The house seems to reflect our past year. </div><div><br /></div><div>Your 6th birthday was a few weeks ago. As we were eating lunch, Mylea made us all stop eating and quickly reminded us that we didn't sing Happy Birthday to Leightyn yet. Mylea gladly belted out the song and was having fun singing to you. We went on and had a special birthday party for you. We kept it low key and invited the church kiddos. It was something I struggled with, but knew they deserved the party as much as you would want the party. For gifts, we collected baby items to take to the Hannah House. I was blown away with all the items that were collected.....way more than I ever expected. I also asked that the kids give me a card with their favorite memory of you. As I read the cards, I just cried. I could remember the moments they were talking about. Some of the kids told me how sad it makes them to think about you being gone. Some told me how much they miss you and wish you could come back from Heaven. It was all real. Real memories and real emotions. The cards are something that I will cherish forever. Back to the party, they kids and I had a great time. We kept things fun and of course had a water slide. Someone asked my why we were having a party and my response was: Leightyn loved her church friends. These church kids loved Leightyn more than anything. They still love her and miss her so much. I talked about our Leightyn conversations in Children's Church. I talked about how we have all laughed together and cried together. I said that these kids love and miss Leightyn as much as I do. They are the ones who have been by my side since the beginning. The ones who love me and accept me.....tears and all! The ones who have tissues ready for me during song time at church. Leightyn is a memory that these kids want to keep forever. There hearts are broken still. They deserved a fun party that celebrated Leightyn.</div><div><br /></div><div>And this is where I shall say good night and try to get some sleep. I love you so much. My heart is still broken and will never be complete until we are all reunited together again. Hug my little baby tight and give him a kiss from momma. I love you Leightyn Nan!</div><div><br /></div><div>Momma</div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-88249972064671156442011-07-12T12:00:00.000-07:002011-07-12T12:38:53.426-07:00Wow, 6 Years!<span style="color:#000099;"> To my Precious little girl,</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I have got to say that it was difficult to have your birth - day, with out you. It seems like yesterday when we were setting in the hospital holding you for the first time. I remember that first little smile that just melted my heart. You couldnt have been more than a few hours old, (maybe a day). It was just me and momma in the room and she was holding you and you just, out of no where, let out the biggest grin (not sure if there was any gas involved, but none the less). It was absolutley priceless! We actually have it on video somewhere, but we cant find it for nothing. Hopefully one day it will show up, and it will become another one of My's favorites. As rough as it was for me, momma, my, and others, I can only smile as I imagine what your sixth brithday party must have been like in Heaven. Just like everything else, simply amazing!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">A few Sundays ago, mommy and I got to talk about your Lifesong and our testimony to a Sunday school class. It was a first for me (well, besides the morning after). Mommy has got to talk about our story to other groups. It was a great experience. We love to talk about you, we love to tell people how God chose our little girl to touch so many lives. I know I have said it before, but you couldnt even begin to imagine the impact that your five short little years has had and contiues to have on people's lives. I am so honored and so proud to call you my daughter. Speaking of Sunday school, we are finishing up our session on Heaven. I must say that it has truly opened my eyes to things that I never had thought of before. My mind cant even begin to imagine what you are experiencing right now, and what awaits all Christians. To see Jesus and Live with God on the New Earth. Wow! </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">But as it is written: "Eye has not see, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">the heart of man The things which God has prepared for those who love Him"</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">1 Corinthians 2:9</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I'm so thankful for what God has done through His Son Jesus, so that we can spend eternity with Him and with each other.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Well, I just want you to know that we love you and miss you bunches and bunches. Give everyone hugs and kisses from us. Ill see you when I get there!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Until that day,</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Love daddy</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-51460606959724252052011-05-24T05:36:00.000-07:002011-05-24T05:40:28.263-07:00I Saw Leightyn!After 9 1/2 LONG months, I finally saw <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Leightyn</span> in a dream last night. I was in a room<img src="/img/blank.gif" alt="Check Spelling" border="0" class="gl_spell" /> that overlooked a gym. All of the sudden the doors opened and the gym filled with kids around <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Leightyn's</span> age. There <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Leightyn</span> was! As beautiful as I remember her. She had on her blue zebra shirt, a colorful <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hairbow</span>, and a huge smile on her face. She was having the greatest time running around and playing with the other kids. I didn't know any other children. Maybe these are all of her new friends in Heaven! She was laughing and loving life....like she did on earth. Thank you God for letting me see my baby and for letting me see that she was happy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ok</span>!Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-10261804800957578402011-05-23T20:29:00.000-07:002011-05-24T05:42:15.144-07:00Just Have To Share<i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Right after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Leightyn</span> went to Heaven, we were given a copy of the Arkansas Baptist News that had published a story telling the journey of a family who had lost their daughter to cancer. As soon as I began to read the article, I had to share it with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Landen</span>. So, while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Landen</span> drove home from church, I read about the <a href="http://thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/">Sullivan Family</a>. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Hannah had prayed that God would give her a storm that she could use to share her faith with others. Her storm was cancer. Their journey is incredible and I hope you take the time to <a href="http://thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/">read about it</a>. A few days after we received the newspaper, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Landen</span> emailed Jill and just said thanks for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hannanh's</span> story and for the encouragement it gave us. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Jill has been there to give us advice of how to get through the "firsts" we have experiences without <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Leightyn</span>. At the beginning of April, Jill and Brad, hosted "While We're Waiting". A retreat for parents who have lost children. The retreat was wonderful. We gained so much from other parents who have been where we are. I will post more about this retreat in a few days......</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Jill posted the following about a month ago. As I read it, I could relate with every word she said. I knew I had to pass it on. So, enjoy!</span></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div>A few weeks ago, there was a post going around on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Facebook</span> titled "Things Bereaved Parents Wish You Knew". There were eighteen items on the list, and, of course, I could totally relate to all of them. But since this is Ten on the Tenth and not Eighteen on the Eighteenth, I decided to pare the list down to the ten things that meant the most to me personally.<br /><br />So here goes..."Ten Things Bereaved Parents Wish You Knew".<br /><br />1. Please don't be afraid to talk to me about my child. My child lived and was very important to me, and it is a comfort to me to know that he or she was important to you, too. My child is pretty much always on my mind anyway...you're not going to "remind" me that he or she is gone.<br /><br />2. If I cry when you speak of my child, it isn't because you have hurt me. My child's death is the cause of my tears. You have talked about my child and allowed me to share my grief and I thank you for both.<br /><br />3. If I seem absent-minded and forgetful, that's because I am! "Grief Brain" is a common malady in bereaved parents. I'm really not losing my mind, but sometimes I may feel like I am.<br /><br />4. Please don't expect my grieving to be over in six months, or even in a year. The early months may be the most traumatic for me, but please understood that my grief will never fully end until the day I am reunited with my child in Heaven. And though it may sound strange, I don't really want my pain to completely go away...it helps keep me connected with my child.<br /><br />5. When you ask me how I'm doing, that's a really hard question for me to answer. I will probably tell you I'm fine or I'm doing okay, but neither one of us has enough time for me to fully and accurately answer that question.<br /><br />6. Please excuse me if I seem rude at times. Sometimes I just don't have the emotional stamina to participate in the small talk and keep the smile on my face. I may just have to "check out" for awhile.<br /><br />7. Please don't tell me that you understand or that you know how I feel. Unless you have lost a child, you cannot understand how it feels. I pray that you will never know how I feel.<br /><br />8. Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so please don't shy away from me. I need your support now more than ever before.<br /><br />9. You may see me struggling emotionally sometimes, especially when I'm at church. This does not mean I have lost my faith. For a variety of reasons, church is just a very emotional place to be.<br /><br />10. Please understand that the loss of a child changes a person. When my child died, a large part of me died with him or her. I am not the same person that I was before my child died and I will never be that person again.<br /><br />So, there it is. Ten Things Bereaved Parents Wish You Knew. In the course of making this list, I actually changed it up quite a bit from the original <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Facebook</span> version. Now, I would never claim to be a spokesman for all bereaved parents. But over the course of many conversations with parents who have lost children, I've found these things to be common to many of us.<br /></i>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-12027609701251659712011-05-17T19:12:00.000-07:002011-05-22T14:49:08.805-07:00Leightyn's Decoration Service<div>Sunday morning we all headed to the cemetery for their annual decoration service. This service is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">something</span> I can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">remember</span> attended since I was a little girl. I was excited and thankful that our family had made plans to attend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Leightyn's</span> first service. We got there is time to check out the flowers and visit before the service began. </div><div><br /></div><div>The service started with a few old hymns and a then there was a wonderful song call "Wish You Were Here". I don't think I have ever heard it before....but it was a beautiful song. I could see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Leightyn</span> telling us how wonderful Heaven was and that she wishes we were all there with her. Here are the lyrics to the song...<br /><br /><i>I can just see them walking on the shores of Heaven<br />Praising the Lord and watching the tide roll in<br />Friends that have gone on, oh how I miss you so<br />And somehow I know if you could, that you’d let me know<br />That you’re doing fine and it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">doesn</span>’t hurt anymore<br />Things <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">couldn</span>’t be better and Heaven is worth waiting for<br />That you miss me too and till then you’ll be praying for me<br />And I know if you could talk to me now then here’s what you’d say to me</i><br /><br /><i>Wish you were here it’s such a beautiful place<br />Wish you were here nothing but clear sunny days<br />It never rains, and no one complains, and we haven’t seen a tear<br />We’re having a great time, wish you were here</i><br /><br /><i>I can just see them walking on the shores together<br />They’re talking with Jesus safe and secure in His Love<br />Friends and loved ones walking in Heavenly peace<br />And I know if they could talk to me now then here’s what they’d say to me<br /><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>Wish you were here it’s such a beautiful place<br />Wish you were here nothing but clear sunny days<br />It never rains, and no one complains, and we haven’t seen a tear<br />We’re having a great time, wish you were here</i></span><br />It never rains, and no one complains, and we haven’t seen a tear<br />We’re having a great time, wish you were here</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">The service was great. The preacher talked about the importance of decoration. The importance of honoring those who have gone on. He reminded us of the legacy that many have left. He also encouraged us to live a life that would leave a legacy to those that are behind us. I kept thinking about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Leightyn</span> and the lives she has changed. Her legacy, her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">lifesong</span>, continues to live and work among us. </span><br /></i><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ux3GbT4JhKvDDtJnGoO1aBLA9dc56wt08FbjrvZ4XPwb8rUVkGZbhzk2Bq8WHTylAl0_B_DLpajxe9GNP-qoul0W59O0tC93nbqJZR6bBGHZeivbCzT1yz7FVY9AXc4f_OeyXMli4e0p/s1600/DSCN7557.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ux3GbT4JhKvDDtJnGoO1aBLA9dc56wt08FbjrvZ4XPwb8rUVkGZbhzk2Bq8WHTylAl0_B_DLpajxe9GNP-qoul0W59O0tC93nbqJZR6bBGHZeivbCzT1yz7FVY9AXc4f_OeyXMli4e0p/s320/DSCN7557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609651805250341954" /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ux3GbT4JhKvDDtJnGoO1aBLA9dc56wt08FbjrvZ4XPwb8rUVkGZbhzk2Bq8WHTylAl0_B_DLpajxe9GNP-qoul0W59O0tC93nbqJZR6bBGHZeivbCzT1yz7FVY9AXc4f_OeyXMli4e0p/s1600/DSCN7557.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>I LOVE this picture of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Mylea</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Leightyn</span>. I think it speaks a million words. She misses her sister so much. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Mylea</span> talks about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Leightyn</span> and how much fun they had together. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Mylea</span> also reminds me that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Leightyn</span> and Grandma Sissy are having fun with Jesus in Heaven.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is off the subject....but, the other day I was replacing winter clothes with summer clothes. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Mylea</span> asked where the Tinkerbell pajamas were and I told her that I didn't know which ones she was talking about. She said the yellow ones. I still was clueless. In a split second, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Mylea</span> said "oh yeah, that's the ones that Sissy wore to Heaven". And she was right....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Leightyn</span> had on a yellow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Tinkerbelle</span> pajama dress when she went to the hospital. Talk about a whoa moment!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihRKln1vFN-9ypHJWGfK0a-ZmAhPm7ZHRXtSrIsg4TuP4S885WIP3Eq3FeeZBwoKQ8r8HMhTR7IPSqbVeRWRIYz9_dqZ-onixw_G5SnI-rwryHHDz6jMez85vE3HOo_ohmiiNyxhCEwHM3/s1600/DSCN7559.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihRKln1vFN-9ypHJWGfK0a-ZmAhPm7ZHRXtSrIsg4TuP4S885WIP3Eq3FeeZBwoKQ8r8HMhTR7IPSqbVeRWRIYz9_dqZ-onixw_G5SnI-rwryHHDz6jMez85vE3HOo_ohmiiNyxhCEwHM3/s320/DSCN7559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609651801813985186" /></a></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Leightyn's</span> Belle....this holds many meanings to us. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Landen</span> took this to the cemetery a week after the funeral. Both the girls love Belle. They were always dressed as her, she was their favorite princess at Disney. Beauty and the Beast is their favorite movie. We also went to see the Broadway Beauty and the Beast two days before our lives changed forever.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdW8rOgoWvwYkggttpf6RHeQQvzxKZg2oWd8IhgQ3WoMWtF5Bwjf4beGZlfCL5kdRQ22Al4FrCu6KmDmMXpShW5iaBYokdLUZB0zOakE851NayLbuYeajGFnGmAv_ofEqrovmiTZgITqV/s1600/DSCN7561.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdW8rOgoWvwYkggttpf6RHeQQvzxKZg2oWd8IhgQ3WoMWtF5Bwjf4beGZlfCL5kdRQ22Al4FrCu6KmDmMXpShW5iaBYokdLUZB0zOakE851NayLbuYeajGFnGmAv_ofEqrovmiTZgITqV/s320/DSCN7561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609651159177897778" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdW8rOgoWvwYkggttpf6RHeQQvzxKZg2oWd8IhgQ3WoMWtF5Bwjf4beGZlfCL5kdRQ22Al4FrCu6KmDmMXpShW5iaBYokdLUZB0zOakE851NayLbuYeajGFnGmAv_ofEqrovmiTZgITqV/s1600/DSCN7561.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4pJ87l1Ia4T5nzlKzb88wscfNo3AaV9xAYQ9T6UtXxcft0IGaZurLeQ1gArQScliz2nRfKe2vqGmFdMqi2YGheiYvl-DKukxSYmCxx9270_F_j1RckOLPNqNq7BdoulowVnwRqYLRkS-/s1600/DSCN7563.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4pJ87l1Ia4T5nzlKzb88wscfNo3AaV9xAYQ9T6UtXxcft0IGaZurLeQ1gArQScliz2nRfKe2vqGmFdMqi2YGheiYvl-DKukxSYmCxx9270_F_j1RckOLPNqNq7BdoulowVnwRqYLRkS-/s320/DSCN7563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609651156765879042" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4pJ87l1Ia4T5nzlKzb88wscfNo3AaV9xAYQ9T6UtXxcft0IGaZurLeQ1gArQScliz2nRfKe2vqGmFdMqi2YGheiYvl-DKukxSYmCxx9270_F_j1RckOLPNqNq7BdoulowVnwRqYLRkS-/s1600/DSCN7563.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Tootsie Roll from Grandad. Grandad would always carry Tootsie Rolls in his shirt pocket. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Leightyn</span> knew that she could always find some candy when Grandad was around. For <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Leightyn's</span> first Halloween, she was a Tootsie Roll.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIEsW98LJjz-E3Z2UZKM4nXtdIO1EUqKN8NT5-Ku2WwVjz_jZAebezZxzoJ5l6gNCX3geBTv1dwA1euWgifvTx8b4VGtQGO0DLdrsu8EogV3zSBmJ-SalvStwcQeBv-wkbBcMRTuu5WiA/s1600/DSCN7564.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIEsW98LJjz-E3Z2UZKM4nXtdIO1EUqKN8NT5-Ku2WwVjz_jZAebezZxzoJ5l6gNCX3geBTv1dwA1euWgifvTx8b4VGtQGO0DLdrsu8EogV3zSBmJ-SalvStwcQeBv-wkbBcMRTuu5WiA/s320/DSCN7564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609651150976940466" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIEsW98LJjz-E3Z2UZKM4nXtdIO1EUqKN8NT5-Ku2WwVjz_jZAebezZxzoJ5l6gNCX3geBTv1dwA1euWgifvTx8b4VGtQGO0DLdrsu8EogV3zSBmJ-SalvStwcQeBv-wkbBcMRTuu5WiA/s1600/DSCN7564.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Beautiful flowers for our beautiful girl!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpeJAXHyxG1fSZB3YJdMRpVcqcsjV59DPZ9gvsukn1QVxVvn850IPH_-BZn5yTfVQkDcTSHYdvtUVx3hyeUW11Z9ewtvc156GODXvpGuLrW9cyO5boE_iJizQsrNssMfOYFHD-RqJLvYxz/s1600/DSCN7565.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpeJAXHyxG1fSZB3YJdMRpVcqcsjV59DPZ9gvsukn1QVxVvn850IPH_-BZn5yTfVQkDcTSHYdvtUVx3hyeUW11Z9ewtvc156GODXvpGuLrW9cyO5boE_iJizQsrNssMfOYFHD-RqJLvYxz/s320/DSCN7565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609651148899134114" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpeJAXHyxG1fSZB3YJdMRpVcqcsjV59DPZ9gvsukn1QVxVvn850IPH_-BZn5yTfVQkDcTSHYdvtUVx3hyeUW11Z9ewtvc156GODXvpGuLrW9cyO5boE_iJizQsrNssMfOYFHD-RqJLvYxz/s1600/DSCN7565.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Red rose from Uncle Nigel....goes back to the Beauty and the Beast rose.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8LzTlujVYfBiQ9ZdbXFeHHOtG_ccbwzSnKMXAHxJ0hBFKZz5IeOr1rBa7ivVz_-lO5Ua9QN1ctOosWna5lQAb26nb9p60YAAAGPV8pSXWmI0JmoLgHbZyFIfv3XdqMAjYzwkZ9f7SPmp/s1600/DSCN7566.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8LzTlujVYfBiQ9ZdbXFeHHOtG_ccbwzSnKMXAHxJ0hBFKZz5IeOr1rBa7ivVz_-lO5Ua9QN1ctOosWna5lQAb26nb9p60YAAAGPV8pSXWmI0JmoLgHbZyFIfv3XdqMAjYzwkZ9f7SPmp/s320/DSCN7566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609651138266920642" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8LzTlujVYfBiQ9ZdbXFeHHOtG_ccbwzSnKMXAHxJ0hBFKZz5IeOr1rBa7ivVz_-lO5Ua9QN1ctOosWna5lQAb26nb9p60YAAAGPV8pSXWmI0JmoLgHbZyFIfv3XdqMAjYzwkZ9f7SPmp/s1600/DSCN7566.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Awww</span>...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTEv8vyKyZfHCegJpt3S25Q1RQHztVZdJ5ThUFQj1oq577G3NlXw8dC2Mq5oHXQe_N1_0oZ0J8bYmrf3tv4x5k1O4s7WYIkUmqUfZqz6ZZTgm4i5gdoJmzo_1uyLWvevfnRsPa07weEBe/s1600/DSCN7567.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CNTnYpGRKnAdhd2wz4WQ24Ct7paimpnX8CFF03tskZt7Xv0V9lGndVJmpjr2BCOGaURqBagLBFb9U-_FsY604r0v0qDu0MK86zc8XRouL29Z1FdhVNcBbm64H4XVNpJkGXIfaCiy8lm_/s320/DSCN7569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609649635592503442" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CNTnYpGRKnAdhd2wz4WQ24Ct7paimpnX8CFF03tskZt7Xv0V9lGndVJmpjr2BCOGaURqBagLBFb9U-_FsY604r0v0qDu0MK86zc8XRouL29Z1FdhVNcBbm64H4XVNpJkGXIfaCiy8lm_/s1600/DSCN7569.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Mylea</span>, Lloyd, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Landen</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnko1U0r7ErlOgQ2jHPiVuZryk3AV4QPHpT3DT-GJAUF2IVWuJVOZbEhb86Dgjoa4feWicuzB1Yji9GoWgLjumNbydJc2w8r8sqYY42xyFjKE8_9MOSN9-CqyDqD1PqDVHDFmcdAXwbX9/s1600/DSCN7571.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSghEr16K2xevrWnqUsWV4UhYB7uQzCjP82WaZTHQ7eT9soNShkbWTrz9_br7d6-USybSHCZseBIfZ0m-j4Xf6HCc-zrVWkuMPvwAuuq2pVsoYDEYE8zd3Xn4AZ7hfoN6PTTA7A5GkIDoK/s320/DSCN7575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609648171818532290" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSghEr16K2xevrWnqUsWV4UhYB7uQzCjP82WaZTHQ7eT9soNShkbWTrz9_br7d6-USybSHCZseBIfZ0m-j4Xf6HCc-zrVWkuMPvwAuuq2pVsoYDEYE8zd3Xn4AZ7hfoN6PTTA7A5GkIDoK/s1600/DSCN7575.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>My Mom, Dad, and Brother<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5InEEYpD_GXDtIgDqz1jtTDcP2gYmF5Eoc3gwx71Xa_dNziOXyzjG3r2Xso1qNfhMwcucsumh8i0PapBeuUqTGgF98BVWY8ygpiFQP2dwNYlWUOwgTLP-royfZQ68x5reod1JwxmNxJfp/s1600/DSCN7576.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5InEEYpD_GXDtIgDqz1jtTDcP2gYmF5Eoc3gwx71Xa_dNziOXyzjG3r2Xso1qNfhMwcucsumh8i0PapBeuUqTGgF98BVWY8ygpiFQP2dwNYlWUOwgTLP-royfZQ68x5reod1JwxmNxJfp/s320/DSCN7576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609648161607111762" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5InEEYpD_GXDtIgDqz1jtTDcP2gYmF5Eoc3gwx71Xa_dNziOXyzjG3r2Xso1qNfhMwcucsumh8i0PapBeuUqTGgF98BVWY8ygpiFQP2dwNYlWUOwgTLP-royfZQ68x5reod1JwxmNxJfp/s1600/DSCN7576.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Brothers and Wives<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifHRD_2Ujsk61NMcIqRr6H-eKEAJtr3tDQ1sCofUXjAQvwaVl4Zoo2rab-yUdPcr6ogB2i4tHOgounSUJ_vaNe7m97OYBobA1GTAWppYljASQIEjB1RbRGqAjhSo0Rf4j_n-QGvBdiugIQ/s1600/DSCN7577.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifHRD_2Ujsk61NMcIqRr6H-eKEAJtr3tDQ1sCofUXjAQvwaVl4Zoo2rab-yUdPcr6ogB2i4tHOgounSUJ_vaNe7m97OYBobA1GTAWppYljASQIEjB1RbRGqAjhSo0Rf4j_n-QGvBdiugIQ/s320/DSCN7577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609648158731978802" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifHRD_2Ujsk61NMcIqRr6H-eKEAJtr3tDQ1sCofUXjAQvwaVl4Zoo2rab-yUdPcr6ogB2i4tHOgounSUJ_vaNe7m97OYBobA1GTAWppYljASQIEjB1RbRGqAjhSo0Rf4j_n-QGvBdiugIQ/s1600/DSCN7577.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Landen's</span> Family<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4toTT3vxSy72R4DXC4KBarF4cvNMzN01O7k4AvC7wppodPxXEAb5cb_LbP_9nIA298i0vVNcE5hTThS7StSy_tpACJYduJ7D2GQb_daLDj3xLhdcuP3ePmWuWP2Mcn2ccgBEAxTqg4uM/s1600/DSCN7578.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQyLL1_ThsCcKe0wfwH9N3QVwkqDXWEnss2I_XYWOoYJcvKBJ2XmeZn39zrAD_r3N6W4FKOkd-FBonnxKnDskgWbcb4eQWY3rA70zbCnd3sDwHhh6iU2BtCLvDPpfawrotPqQcnVl96aQ/s320/DSCN7583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607875127026547266" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After the service, all of us (21..I think) went to eat lunch before everyone had to head back home. It was a great way to end a great weekend celebrating <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Leightyn's</span> life. Thanks everyone who took the time to come honor <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Leightyn</span> and her legacy with us!</div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-8090946268733164562011-05-17T14:28:00.000-07:002011-05-17T18:21:15.050-07:00Getting Ready for Decoration<div>Mylea, Mom, and I headed down to Leightyn's cemetery last Thursday to get things ready for Leightyn's decoration service. Uncle Bill and Aunt Darla met us there to help with the flowers and cleaning. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUFOSf1PKRL__AYokzcCV44tPs0_GHwg3Z_r9XQHbQsnTcXDANU1Yv877ra9oZeeG0ZICMiXDrIXZIy4kR8_MgKiiMcEd0sWFkH-Rnh8F-gT3CI_Q0ttm5Liqn2oRi7tzdhuk7zctas-my/s1600/DSCN7425.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUFOSf1PKRL__AYokzcCV44tPs0_GHwg3Z_r9XQHbQsnTcXDANU1Yv877ra9oZeeG0ZICMiXDrIXZIy4kR8_MgKiiMcEd0sWFkH-Rnh8F-gT3CI_Q0ttm5Liqn2oRi7tzdhuk7zctas-my/s320/DSCN7425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607805278770878690" /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUFOSf1PKRL__AYokzcCV44tPs0_GHwg3Z_r9XQHbQsnTcXDANU1Yv877ra9oZeeG0ZICMiXDrIXZIy4kR8_MgKiiMcEd0sWFkH-Rnh8F-gT3CI_Q0ttm5Liqn2oRi7tzdhuk7zctas-my/s1600/DSCN7425.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Darla brought her daughter (fourth child) Isabelle. Mylea loved getting to watch Isabelle play in the stroller.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBJ0jwja3c0pauUjLLvqB2S2848jKwRbqr8Tk2I9h4ge5bFpx-crx2uzWux1YCSK1YehWhyphenhyphenT4xTn3oIEUHonbDTUgHPGQfRZ504HGUb8oHDPsTwVN6P6XNUAb5m4KdUj6cSEz_GBDCXAx/s1600/DSCN7424.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBJ0jwja3c0pauUjLLvqB2S2848jKwRbqr8Tk2I9h4ge5bFpx-crx2uzWux1YCSK1YehWhyphenhyphenT4xTn3oIEUHonbDTUgHPGQfRZ504HGUb8oHDPsTwVN6P6XNUAb5m4KdUj6cSEz_GBDCXAx/s320/DSCN7424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607805274841306994" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBJ0jwja3c0pauUjLLvqB2S2848jKwRbqr8Tk2I9h4ge5bFpx-crx2uzWux1YCSK1YehWhyphenhyphenT4xTn3oIEUHonbDTUgHPGQfRZ504HGUb8oHDPsTwVN6P6XNUAb5m4KdUj6cSEz_GBDCXAx/s1600/DSCN7424.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>The cemetery was freshly mowed so Leightyn's monument needed a good cleaning. Mylea took it upon herself to clean Leightyn and everyone else in a close proximity. She loved the bucket of water.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2lz-HbCYInZltD_UGDlO4jb9h2hH_BqXtLZnnJJRckhjHm4OfZG-mFvOo2umpJLA5A12kkKuddizo6KR9f23UrEcIfX3gmGFuUMsbuXoBhw6drAvZcDmGRvjWN6KB79SjMb3wHE3zcNIk/s1600/DSCN7426.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2lz-HbCYInZltD_UGDlO4jb9h2hH_BqXtLZnnJJRckhjHm4OfZG-mFvOo2umpJLA5A12kkKuddizo6KR9f23UrEcIfX3gmGFuUMsbuXoBhw6drAvZcDmGRvjWN6KB79SjMb3wHE3zcNIk/s320/DSCN7426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607805271834184882" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2lz-HbCYInZltD_UGDlO4jb9h2hH_BqXtLZnnJJRckhjHm4OfZG-mFvOo2umpJLA5A12kkKuddizo6KR9f23UrEcIfX3gmGFuUMsbuXoBhw6drAvZcDmGRvjWN6KB79SjMb3wHE3zcNIk/s1600/DSCN7426.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Mylea picked out some flowers for Grandma Nancy (Sissy) and for Leightyn. After finding the perfect place, she stuck them in the ground.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxtpcT_bysDKKfziviHyj3xlste8QE4onLeRPmqS33rhTQL2o139Jq5OfZqmddZ-3moJ6hJb22KTALYGpe2ZPrVSFj1tExixRJoEjg9OmZRaxnhHBHt3GdwFMlhfK5344wWSmnJ-eDe2x/s1600/DSCN7427.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxtpcT_bysDKKfziviHyj3xlste8QE4onLeRPmqS33rhTQL2o139Jq5OfZqmddZ-3moJ6hJb22KTALYGpe2ZPrVSFj1tExixRJoEjg9OmZRaxnhHBHt3GdwFMlhfK5344wWSmnJ-eDe2x/s320/DSCN7427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607805259876193554" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxtpcT_bysDKKfziviHyj3xlste8QE4onLeRPmqS33rhTQL2o139Jq5OfZqmddZ-3moJ6hJb22KTALYGpe2ZPrVSFj1tExixRJoEjg9OmZRaxnhHBHt3GdwFMlhfK5344wWSmnJ-eDe2x/s1600/DSCN7427.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>If you look closely, you can see that Mylea's flowers have a pink glitter bunny, a sparkly yellow bunny, and a orange egg (that some little girl took a bite out of).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI213Qh-u5m2Cq7DqQyK20OEnJn6794elwmlGjbTHDRGsuFcfl9lq7a1t9BhyphenhyphenTiOhZt7CZvATiha3PiVODOxctdFgQT3yE9FCjetZZkvsYL4LOTc-fKi6m8oZ4yqjUZUm8Zypx-eNBAEOt/s1600/DSCN7428.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI213Qh-u5m2Cq7DqQyK20OEnJn6794elwmlGjbTHDRGsuFcfl9lq7a1t9BhyphenhyphenTiOhZt7CZvATiha3PiVODOxctdFgQT3yE9FCjetZZkvsYL4LOTc-fKi6m8oZ4yqjUZUm8Zypx-eNBAEOt/s320/DSCN7428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607805259161872418" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI213Qh-u5m2Cq7DqQyK20OEnJn6794elwmlGjbTHDRGsuFcfl9lq7a1t9BhyphenhyphenTiOhZt7CZvATiha3PiVODOxctdFgQT3yE9FCjetZZkvsYL4LOTc-fKi6m8oZ4yqjUZUm8Zypx-eNBAEOt/s1600/DSCN7428.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Darla made a beautiful arrangement with my favorite flowers and Leightyn's favorite colors.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rpp68Wvv4gCZmkTD_z9w9P1gXkY3Qk1720dK8TLHoev96fupuVuMc4oKVuqY7gDYom11vs2dFw6-wXrYykdAOYC9r3Tq2FMwLOvUg3RYw4X01mCXOjV2L8xfygeIsbdcmjNuKtYJX7_R/s1600/DSCN7432.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rpp68Wvv4gCZmkTD_z9w9P1gXkY3Qk1720dK8TLHoev96fupuVuMc4oKVuqY7gDYom11vs2dFw6-wXrYykdAOYC9r3Tq2FMwLOvUg3RYw4X01mCXOjV2L8xfygeIsbdcmjNuKtYJX7_R/s320/DSCN7432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607803504924435746" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rpp68Wvv4gCZmkTD_z9w9P1gXkY3Qk1720dK8TLHoev96fupuVuMc4oKVuqY7gDYom11vs2dFw6-wXrYykdAOYC9r3Tq2FMwLOvUg3RYw4X01mCXOjV2L8xfygeIsbdcmjNuKtYJX7_R/s1600/DSCN7432.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Mylea helped straighten up the angel next to Grandma Nancy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkIwyG8w36AEFzC1E1Kq6hrkJCOQ3t2GdjKWLvJqBmP5Doe7Mc_BkididhA2LIfcEPb2NrsftX24RGI6UhTw0I0qKliSAcQMLUnH7omTTaaxJBeIkVNIf1m9lDuogIImjPHvET6HsixV3/s1600/DSCN7433.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkIwyG8w36AEFzC1E1Kq6hrkJCOQ3t2GdjKWLvJqBmP5Doe7Mc_BkididhA2LIfcEPb2NrsftX24RGI6UhTw0I0qKliSAcQMLUnH7omTTaaxJBeIkVNIf1m9lDuogIImjPHvET6HsixV3/s320/DSCN7433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607803496915144546" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkIwyG8w36AEFzC1E1Kq6hrkJCOQ3t2GdjKWLvJqBmP5Doe7Mc_BkididhA2LIfcEPb2NrsftX24RGI6UhTw0I0qKliSAcQMLUnH7omTTaaxJBeIkVNIf1m9lDuogIImjPHvET6HsixV3/s1600/DSCN7433.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>I love this little girl that Janis brought down. I have one at home and it reminds me of the many days we spent outside blowing bubbles.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimeCZvJiLqUASZEn7RekzZ0f0mn5_VVd8KX8lDhMU0SDhHAMwds3qEaJj1gfflg7UM15p9w7WK9BgVDfiZsNg5UqH1OtgTCelA090Bn_krl-r9M3_SvX0ZwZ7FNKfNavXot0iqTTIVDYGG/s1600/DSCN7436.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimeCZvJiLqUASZEn7RekzZ0f0mn5_VVd8KX8lDhMU0SDhHAMwds3qEaJj1gfflg7UM15p9w7WK9BgVDfiZsNg5UqH1OtgTCelA090Bn_krl-r9M3_SvX0ZwZ7FNKfNavXot0iqTTIVDYGG/s320/DSCN7436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607803485634617170" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimeCZvJiLqUASZEn7RekzZ0f0mn5_VVd8KX8lDhMU0SDhHAMwds3qEaJj1gfflg7UM15p9w7WK9BgVDfiZsNg5UqH1OtgTCelA090Bn_krl-r9M3_SvX0ZwZ7FNKfNavXot0iqTTIVDYGG/s1600/DSCN7436.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Flowers from Grandad and Jo<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyZ9dxNfg5d5XLqVMncY9DNYto5IO-jdjnj5lCm2s4biS6fQpoquAUb3xdMfQIX1u0-kFClelV1LMjD42Q7-HTCNbeeTx1jke9FNCT_BJmZ73uf2FxetjrPhRq5X2lJDaAJjvvp58vNGv/s1600/DSCN7437.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyZ9dxNfg5d5XLqVMncY9DNYto5IO-jdjnj5lCm2s4biS6fQpoquAUb3xdMfQIX1u0-kFClelV1LMjD42Q7-HTCNbeeTx1jke9FNCT_BJmZ73uf2FxetjrPhRq5X2lJDaAJjvvp58vNGv/s320/DSCN7437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607803480830270866" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyZ9dxNfg5d5XLqVMncY9DNYto5IO-jdjnj5lCm2s4biS6fQpoquAUb3xdMfQIX1u0-kFClelV1LMjD42Q7-HTCNbeeTx1jke9FNCT_BJmZ73uf2FxetjrPhRq5X2lJDaAJjvvp58vNGv/s1600/DSCN7437.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Mylea decided to move her flowers to a different "perfect" spot.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMifsVFzcMAMmrhogHwvXecZhaOZkw0ws5mExPcArBbl0f2uYbm7jhi4WLvbohm7f4BDQUYA5GtJrTffj-Ngh_uZEGCqZxlSoFZU2xp7KXQ3P5_fLNLkmyQ2Bofgte_rhJL26IQ4027jja/s1600/DSCN7438.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMifsVFzcMAMmrhogHwvXecZhaOZkw0ws5mExPcArBbl0f2uYbm7jhi4WLvbohm7f4BDQUYA5GtJrTffj-Ngh_uZEGCqZxlSoFZU2xp7KXQ3P5_fLNLkmyQ2Bofgte_rhJL26IQ4027jja/s320/DSCN7438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607803475013535298" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMifsVFzcMAMmrhogHwvXecZhaOZkw0ws5mExPcArBbl0f2uYbm7jhi4WLvbohm7f4BDQUYA5GtJrTffj-Ngh_uZEGCqZxlSoFZU2xp7KXQ3P5_fLNLkmyQ2Bofgte_rhJL26IQ4027jja/s1600/DSCN7438.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>White, yellow, and red roses from Grandad.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL312dQvuyJd1i2vVja2zItlMDVLlUPlvmxQDlW_PRlksh5VnuJHw-MMwtjgD-b_x6YiZYp8cJp_fUIUNBg4MDJcn-G4zZoTNiq15GWFv6AAMHrc3rRJ5rwS0TIWa50PC9uRTamMuBPqi3/s1600/DSCN7443.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL312dQvuyJd1i2vVja2zItlMDVLlUPlvmxQDlW_PRlksh5VnuJHw-MMwtjgD-b_x6YiZYp8cJp_fUIUNBg4MDJcn-G4zZoTNiq15GWFv6AAMHrc3rRJ5rwS0TIWa50PC9uRTamMuBPqi3/s320/DSCN7443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607802032064225154" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL312dQvuyJd1i2vVja2zItlMDVLlUPlvmxQDlW_PRlksh5VnuJHw-MMwtjgD-b_x6YiZYp8cJp_fUIUNBg4MDJcn-G4zZoTNiq15GWFv6AAMHrc3rRJ5rwS0TIWa50PC9uRTamMuBPqi3/s1600/DSCN7443.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Flowers from Daddy and Mommy. As soon as I saw them, I knew they were the ones. The wildflowers remind me of the flowers Leightyn would pick in the yard and at the park.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluOvy-U0fvh-XCO1Ie2BvzyaMrsXZ6nMJiYB0URl8yuD0KFdCIBEpCHbRSrSY3yOdg_2jb23csSq4afJGlun1h30ivSQ8q99XmdDANC6V4vC71nZn8sLQbcjYLVyiMuafuvS_OymUcOet/s1600/DSCN7444.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluOvy-U0fvh-XCO1Ie2BvzyaMrsXZ6nMJiYB0URl8yuD0KFdCIBEpCHbRSrSY3yOdg_2jb23csSq4afJGlun1h30ivSQ8q99XmdDANC6V4vC71nZn8sLQbcjYLVyiMuafuvS_OymUcOet/s320/DSCN7444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607802027115182002" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluOvy-U0fvh-XCO1Ie2BvzyaMrsXZ6nMJiYB0URl8yuD0KFdCIBEpCHbRSrSY3yOdg_2jb23csSq4afJGlun1h30ivSQ8q99XmdDANC6V4vC71nZn8sLQbcjYLVyiMuafuvS_OymUcOet/s1600/DSCN7444.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>We were there about an hour and a half and it was HOT! Notice the Mylea had stripped down because it "was hot for working".<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-QDzpnwJnl-ECEnBuWrDBB22GvXIps_2xWrP5b6PxUHOCGyh6C_nsv8w8HQi-E5gQ4F344Qp7rTctkR8XhQZpaVvotbFEUG6jvtoZGDw4JthJWu6QnffK7Hqg2ZvJebUVqDWu8JsOurhm/s1600/DSCN7445.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-QDzpnwJnl-ECEnBuWrDBB22GvXIps_2xWrP5b6PxUHOCGyh6C_nsv8w8HQi-E5gQ4F344Qp7rTctkR8XhQZpaVvotbFEUG6jvtoZGDw4JthJWu6QnffK7Hqg2ZvJebUVqDWu8JsOurhm/s320/DSCN7445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607802024539264866" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-QDzpnwJnl-ECEnBuWrDBB22GvXIps_2xWrP5b6PxUHOCGyh6C_nsv8w8HQi-E5gQ4F344Qp7rTctkR8XhQZpaVvotbFEUG6jvtoZGDw4JthJWu6QnffK7Hqg2ZvJebUVqDWu8JsOurhm/s1600/DSCN7445.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Taking a break<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Rac0BT4-Lk4xLOih1zAqp9WJRfgb2m4buoweUBpl-T2lJoM4G4FoYiqXn-313ta7_y_KUbZD62EDrZlVLwRL1ycsbE2nVn1PmpVdpWd2709gSGLwH2W9jAB40ZH5OXAhjvGr9Yyyykq9/s1600/DSCN7447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Rac0BT4-Lk4xLOih1zAqp9WJRfgb2m4buoweUBpl-T2lJoM4G4FoYiqXn-313ta7_y_KUbZD62EDrZlVLwRL1ycsbE2nVn1PmpVdpWd2709gSGLwH2W9jAB40ZH5OXAhjvGr9Yyyykq9/s320/DSCN7447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607802013638692274" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Rac0BT4-Lk4xLOih1zAqp9WJRfgb2m4buoweUBpl-T2lJoM4G4FoYiqXn-313ta7_y_KUbZD62EDrZlVLwRL1ycsbE2nVn1PmpVdpWd2709gSGLwH2W9jAB40ZH5OXAhjvGr9Yyyykq9/s1600/DSCN7447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNesL6qdyAY26QcMTM0s5A2fObijEX39hShqV4ytxZQM0agxrklpJin-ZsNnm78eg4-F-UCcMzIUQxosY6S8t21a19m7HpvG4KeheMf9t3Q7XdaJZtKLieXUkeem9oBMO9dBO7cJ4dSln5/s1600/DSCN7448.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNesL6qdyAY26QcMTM0s5A2fObijEX39hShqV4ytxZQM0agxrklpJin-ZsNnm78eg4-F-UCcMzIUQxosY6S8t21a19m7HpvG4KeheMf9t3Q7XdaJZtKLieXUkeem9oBMO9dBO7cJ4dSln5/s320/DSCN7448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607802010800069554" /></a><br /></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-89644921640188514252011-05-15T12:34:00.000-07:002011-05-17T19:10:28.075-07:00Little Lei Lei's 5K Memory Walk<div>Back in October and November, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Landen</span> and I began talking about using <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Leightyn's</span> story to help others. We weren't sure what we would do and who we would help, but we came up with the idea of hosting a 5k and Memory Walk in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Leightyn's</span> memory. The idea was tossed around for a few months but we never did anything to get started on it.</div><div><br /></div><div>During the Christmas holiday, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Landen</span> and I went with our youth group to the Children's Emergency Shelter to host a Christmas party. The youth bought presents to hand out and we sang Christmas songs. It was a great night that made an impression on us. After talking, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Landen</span> and I decided to use this race to benefit the shelter in Ft. Smith. </div><div><br /></div><div>We decided to wait until after the holidays and our beach trip to get started on organizing the race. Let me say right now that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Landen</span> and I knew nothing about a 5k....we had never even been to one. I had to ask <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Landen</span> how far a 5k was......that just tells you that we really had no clue what we were doing. </div><div><br /></div><div>Finally in March we decided to get busy organizing. We went to people we knew and asked them to be sponsors. My dad did a great job getting his friends on board with the idea. My Uncle Bill and Aunt Darla have no problem asking any stranger for donations and to be a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">sponsor</span>. They collected a ton of door prizes and sponsors. </div><div><br /></div><div>The last two weeks have been busy busy busy for my mom and I. We had to get goody bags together, get the bibs for the runners, and make sure everyone got their shirts. We were blown away with the response we received from the community.</div><div><br /></div><div>This past Saturday, May 14<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">th</span>, was race day. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Landen</span> and I were so excited for the day and also sad that it was almost over. The morning of the race was amazing. The sea of blue shirts looked awesome. We had over 300 participate in the race. We raised $9703.00 to give to the Children's Shelter. It was just an amazing day. </div><div><br /></div><div>We can't wait to do it again next year!</div><div><br /></div><div>Beware.....lots of pictures ....</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HxprU48Il7qYAU9LpdfTqq0GLztlH0pSBky3OAynIv1c_PQ1WsT8wTvooLggzgb6-Zb5UbzxirPs5dlLoqtO5mqO-b4pIumwHJcmNwRK6d3dv6TpJuE2EyUeZ1xqCakMFJWazqCX7hKN/s1600/DSCN7468.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HxprU48Il7qYAU9LpdfTqq0GLztlH0pSBky3OAynIv1c_PQ1WsT8wTvooLggzgb6-Zb5UbzxirPs5dlLoqtO5mqO-b4pIumwHJcmNwRK6d3dv6TpJuE2EyUeZ1xqCakMFJWazqCX7hKN/s320/DSCN7468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607043922808323682" /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HxprU48Il7qYAU9LpdfTqq0GLztlH0pSBky3OAynIv1c_PQ1WsT8wTvooLggzgb6-Zb5UbzxirPs5dlLoqtO5mqO-b4pIumwHJcmNwRK6d3dv6TpJuE2EyUeZ1xqCakMFJWazqCX7hKN/s1600/DSCN7468.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Cousins racing to the end<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNeeopjpeTDG5f3A3ouSYL50Lbkv_ObUxIXP82JLRDC0KbQOOtlgXS3MvKDj5pCw71ti08MKqnz9GLXNW5CjgoEuLvfjcp8kWZyVyE4F2uLRDb5t0xXwlZ-xfskCU3lZmvkfePc1U7Mtx/s1600/DSCN7467.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNeeopjpeTDG5f3A3ouSYL50Lbkv_ObUxIXP82JLRDC0KbQOOtlgXS3MvKDj5pCw71ti08MKqnz9GLXNW5CjgoEuLvfjcp8kWZyVyE4F2uLRDb5t0xXwlZ-xfskCU3lZmvkfePc1U7Mtx/s320/DSCN7467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607043920803739074" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNeeopjpeTDG5f3A3ouSYL50Lbkv_ObUxIXP82JLRDC0KbQOOtlgXS3MvKDj5pCw71ti08MKqnz9GLXNW5CjgoEuLvfjcp8kWZyVyE4F2uLRDb5t0xXwlZ-xfskCU3lZmvkfePc1U7Mtx/s1600/DSCN7467.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>A race to the finish line<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyVRqPsnJIhmbAVGkVan2OAqUa0agLe3dmNM9OJEZijMXTCsWfXp6gBXspyZUdl5LulqA-PPTjtqo5qoWlC4auzbxrrynh55tm9jWrYA-L4p0RAWvONsNaP9HWIgbASBvUIO1cEKajcVu/s1600/DSCN7466.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyVRqPsnJIhmbAVGkVan2OAqUa0agLe3dmNM9OJEZijMXTCsWfXp6gBXspyZUdl5LulqA-PPTjtqo5qoWlC4auzbxrrynh55tm9jWrYA-L4p0RAWvONsNaP9HWIgbASBvUIO1cEKajcVu/s320/DSCN7466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607043918820039906" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyVRqPsnJIhmbAVGkVan2OAqUa0agLe3dmNM9OJEZijMXTCsWfXp6gBXspyZUdl5LulqA-PPTjtqo5qoWlC4auzbxrrynh55tm9jWrYA-L4p0RAWvONsNaP9HWIgbASBvUIO1cEKajcVu/s1600/DSCN7466.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Uncle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">WeWe</span> was so proud of himself for finishing.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhyphenhyphenQkTy3fcnxV7eenLVUifWMUv8VMIn65_tMIeSlRr3pcz5gr9FuewoyLDxOvMLBd8SpMHyuM8Ld9y7v5T1GuJwXuyro4Gn1pbXb14Ezbxm2dz4NxYVmk4HY8O0QkWeDYML_Lz2h5DXze/s1600/DSCN7464.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhyphenhyphenQkTy3fcnxV7eenLVUifWMUv8VMIn65_tMIeSlRr3pcz5gr9FuewoyLDxOvMLBd8SpMHyuM8Ld9y7v5T1GuJwXuyro4Gn1pbXb14Ezbxm2dz4NxYVmk4HY8O0QkWeDYML_Lz2h5DXze/s320/DSCN7464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607043914458945922" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhyphenhyphenQkTy3fcnxV7eenLVUifWMUv8VMIn65_tMIeSlRr3pcz5gr9FuewoyLDxOvMLBd8SpMHyuM8Ld9y7v5T1GuJwXuyro4Gn1pbXb14Ezbxm2dz4NxYVmk4HY8O0QkWeDYML_Lz2h5DXze/s1600/DSCN7464.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Sweet Momma Courtney and Sweet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Bryson</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1c43HMPqI7lcvzEIrb-oltpoNtsQxWTnP5jNLxcMYNbPLO5OZQJFLk43svMx7HzrztiQoBg8gdoDxf2LcyjT0AQedBHIIlQjXSi3f8jwRQEbY_1gP69M1nqjcntPJdC1MCNdfQ7fmop7x/s1600/DSCN7465.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1c43HMPqI7lcvzEIrb-oltpoNtsQxWTnP5jNLxcMYNbPLO5OZQJFLk43svMx7HzrztiQoBg8gdoDxf2LcyjT0AQedBHIIlQjXSi3f8jwRQEbY_1gP69M1nqjcntPJdC1MCNdfQ7fmop7x/s320/DSCN7465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607043911142006002" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1c43HMPqI7lcvzEIrb-oltpoNtsQxWTnP5jNLxcMYNbPLO5OZQJFLk43svMx7HzrztiQoBg8gdoDxf2LcyjT0AQedBHIIlQjXSi3f8jwRQEbY_1gP69M1nqjcntPJdC1MCNdfQ7fmop7x/s1600/DSCN7465.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Landen</span> and Bro. Mike......no comment on the picture :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gwcFzxNDV0abD8RKbM9VpK28DOcLM6psv-tn6id7RmPfPNs9mbtoHi_DltK49AOcz3SoSDIIz1jzp305PVqY6g3RsQlQC4Iw8LGyYUkScbgMK0Ai6WD131TSuw2y-Imm9uZLkoFXfLB_/s1600/DSCN7463.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gwcFzxNDV0abD8RKbM9VpK28DOcLM6psv-tn6id7RmPfPNs9mbtoHi_DltK49AOcz3SoSDIIz1jzp305PVqY6g3RsQlQC4Iw8LGyYUkScbgMK0Ai6WD131TSuw2y-Imm9uZLkoFXfLB_/s320/DSCN7463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607042389516028898" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gwcFzxNDV0abD8RKbM9VpK28DOcLM6psv-tn6id7RmPfPNs9mbtoHi_DltK49AOcz3SoSDIIz1jzp305PVqY6g3RsQlQC4Iw8LGyYUkScbgMK0Ai6WD131TSuw2y-Imm9uZLkoFXfLB_/s1600/DSCN7463.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Duppy</span>" at the end<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZX0jwFcsG_fsc0bCVYgjw7xbQQFA5iO6ktO0PndWPhnGWCgv_K3ZxfLAPmhUbxPVBi46B0gpXlBmPP0C18KQt8lU4ENI_aavg_nFk6V9XOkCBG9dzy7OTS13z1zVL9MLfeVHXdYrlDIjW/s1600/DSCN7462.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZX0jwFcsG_fsc0bCVYgjw7xbQQFA5iO6ktO0PndWPhnGWCgv_K3ZxfLAPmhUbxPVBi46B0gpXlBmPP0C18KQt8lU4ENI_aavg_nFk6V9XOkCBG9dzy7OTS13z1zVL9MLfeVHXdYrlDIjW/s320/DSCN7462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607042382928579762" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZX0jwFcsG_fsc0bCVYgjw7xbQQFA5iO6ktO0PndWPhnGWCgv_K3ZxfLAPmhUbxPVBi46B0gpXlBmPP0C18KQt8lU4ENI_aavg_nFk6V9XOkCBG9dzy7OTS13z1zVL9MLfeVHXdYrlDIjW/s1600/DSCN7462.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>The McCain <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">family</span>. We met them a few months ago in Hot Springs. We attended a retreat for parents who have children in Heaven. Their story is very inspiring. They drove up from Hot Springs early Saturday morning. (I still need to post about the retreat)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4cNkVmYWk58qusikuyVDi96IvtKuEXPZmhSCrVMnx_WCX7o0svkHB68_uWj6bS_O0cxsjTUuwilTb-IYjXTWyR_CVP-dkih8ep7iUVDKDA-Y2KGwlO84r2IQ5pxl1gZynAfhZskxFpKpg/s1600/DSCN7461.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4cNkVmYWk58qusikuyVDi96IvtKuEXPZmhSCrVMnx_WCX7o0svkHB68_uWj6bS_O0cxsjTUuwilTb-IYjXTWyR_CVP-dkih8ep7iUVDKDA-Y2KGwlO84r2IQ5pxl1gZynAfhZskxFpKpg/s320/DSCN7461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607042381002889042" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4cNkVmYWk58qusikuyVDi96IvtKuEXPZmhSCrVMnx_WCX7o0svkHB68_uWj6bS_O0cxsjTUuwilTb-IYjXTWyR_CVP-dkih8ep7iUVDKDA-Y2KGwlO84r2IQ5pxl1gZynAfhZskxFpKpg/s1600/DSCN7461.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Uncle Lloyd finishing up. I forgot to mention that the mile markers were pictures of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Leightyn</span> throughout the years. Lloyd (and many others) said that he never expected the pictures and it really reminded him why we were there.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzw7CcTyokUKz0Izqroki8DZgA_HUSzrNlltTUBGSgxd8xn6GsfdE-wgYu1y2jKckUaWc6J3kWoG7Pe9Q5dBP8SVvQ-vQmF5n6R-6JPxiUcN2duj6iF50yd7jcfADH5_8oFWsXzm6jeQO/s1600/DSCN7460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzw7CcTyokUKz0Izqroki8DZgA_HUSzrNlltTUBGSgxd8xn6GsfdE-wgYu1y2jKckUaWc6J3kWoG7Pe9Q5dBP8SVvQ-vQmF5n6R-6JPxiUcN2duj6iF50yd7jcfADH5_8oFWsXzm6jeQO/s320/DSCN7460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607042374624093138" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzw7CcTyokUKz0Izqroki8DZgA_HUSzrNlltTUBGSgxd8xn6GsfdE-wgYu1y2jKckUaWc6J3kWoG7Pe9Q5dBP8SVvQ-vQmF5n6R-6JPxiUcN2duj6iF50yd7jcfADH5_8oFWsXzm6jeQO/s1600/DSCN7460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>People cheering the runners on.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH95wxOK0WeGsP274aduBq24R6sl4o-gwJ6RrJe6ZTQlQV5ZrCEnJBPYEFj7AQfhpn3S8C8UWXoQCtJosPJM0t-nh2v9JByKqgcWEBPh32Y4gnABY2J9dSXauc-8y2iqgY6G0ns7fb6ajE/s1600/DSCN7459.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH95wxOK0WeGsP274aduBq24R6sl4o-gwJ6RrJe6ZTQlQV5ZrCEnJBPYEFj7AQfhpn3S8C8UWXoQCtJosPJM0t-nh2v9JByKqgcWEBPh32Y4gnABY2J9dSXauc-8y2iqgY6G0ns7fb6ajE/s320/DSCN7459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607042373199590946" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH95wxOK0WeGsP274aduBq24R6sl4o-gwJ6RrJe6ZTQlQV5ZrCEnJBPYEFj7AQfhpn3S8C8UWXoQCtJosPJM0t-nh2v9JByKqgcWEBPh32Y4gnABY2J9dSXauc-8y2iqgY6G0ns7fb6ajE/s1600/DSCN7459.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Mylea's</span> church friends<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNHNBv00u-9tjjV0pQJk7aUYeiowCcwEyMI0NK7njAEGv4B3HDGRpwEDdobG6l3k6JjzWETMBP36YcDCSRMu-5mAgptVmSVuC-6bFxGpzfOEVLVEm0jcAfI2RukMSA_O-i0Ov2nxnShcQ/s1600/DSCN7458.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNHNBv00u-9tjjV0pQJk7aUYeiowCcwEyMI0NK7njAEGv4B3HDGRpwEDdobG6l3k6JjzWETMBP36YcDCSRMu-5mAgptVmSVuC-6bFxGpzfOEVLVEm0jcAfI2RukMSA_O-i0Ov2nxnShcQ/s320/DSCN7458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607040826087939522" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNHNBv00u-9tjjV0pQJk7aUYeiowCcwEyMI0NK7njAEGv4B3HDGRpwEDdobG6l3k6JjzWETMBP36YcDCSRMu-5mAgptVmSVuC-6bFxGpzfOEVLVEm0jcAfI2RukMSA_O-i0Ov2nxnShcQ/s1600/DSCN7458.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>"Bette's Daddy" Mr Orville at the finish line. He loves our girls just like they are his own <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">grandkids</span>.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOrpttQkdSmM73OFFR2o4i6-sYASBWNhruP3WxyI-aFRE3qTvtGvXwW6vrLo82wd1C1rZ0clRfoMQEkFyRuFdyi_C26xTBNizUM5j7MZAmYRFr-GqQ3KVri9Xi00Kwc6BPyqnb_S8ilvf/s1600/DSCN7457.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOrpttQkdSmM73OFFR2o4i6-sYASBWNhruP3WxyI-aFRE3qTvtGvXwW6vrLo82wd1C1rZ0clRfoMQEkFyRuFdyi_C26xTBNizUM5j7MZAmYRFr-GqQ3KVri9Xi00Kwc6BPyqnb_S8ilvf/s320/DSCN7457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607040822946064706" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOrpttQkdSmM73OFFR2o4i6-sYASBWNhruP3WxyI-aFRE3qTvtGvXwW6vrLo82wd1C1rZ0clRfoMQEkFyRuFdyi_C26xTBNizUM5j7MZAmYRFr-GqQ3KVri9Xi00Kwc6BPyqnb_S8ilvf/s1600/DSCN7457.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Neighbors Macy, Curtis, and Mady<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHLlTvRGjlimkqtCcZmMcaFfos6cqyBdZqgRNZ8Jc3HM_aqzl5c5JDXpYtlWtR3bHFARmDl4YuZR_ev8vy0U1_7AyIQgVz1wV5rP2uCEXbJZx1KKMEpBuZio1oF329WbUFpY_U_oBZsYlZ/s1600/DSCN7456.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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"> Hey Lei! I know it's been a while since I posted something to you. Please <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> think that I've forgotten you, because I never would. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of you. I just run out of things to say sometime, and everything that comes to my mind is something that I have already said. Like..... "I miss you so much!", "I wish so badly that I could just hug you, tickle you, and give you BIG kisses". Just to sit and think that it seems like forever ago since I was able to hold you ,play with you, and see you being silly. Really breaks my heart. I HATE being one of "those" parents. We went out to eat and I could see some other people talking. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">didn't</span> hear the conversation, but I'm would guess it had to have went something like this "How do you know them? We use to work together AND those are the one's whose little girl passed away". Tomorrow it will have been 9 months. NINE MONTHS!! If I am honest, it seems like years. There are still so many thoughts that run through my head. Questions that are unanswered (this side of Heaven). All of the whys? I know what I'm "suppose" to say, and I truly believe, that it was God's perfect will and that He was and continues to be glorified. It just down right stinks.</span></div><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">Just want you to know that your sissy and mommy are good. It will never be the same without you, but we are "making memories" for My. She is getting so big and has some of the exact same characteristics as you. The way she says certain things, the way we can glance out of the corner of our eye and times and for a split second see you. I thank God for those moments that He blesses us with. Mommy tells me stories of things that My does throughout the week that is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">spit'in</span> image of you. They switched over to a bible study class instead of mops, and they both love it. My has learned a lot of new songs. Speaking of new songs. The kids are practicing for a musical and MY is doing great at picking up the words and motions. Its going to be hard to sit through another musical without seeing you up there. But, like everything else, we'll get through it. She still had her days where she wont have anything to do with me and it hurts. I could always count on you for some daddy time. I wish I would have taken the time for more.</span><br /><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">This time of the year, I cant help but wonder. All the new friends you would have made at your first year of school. All of the events that we have missed. School activities (carnivals, fundraisers, programs, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ect</span>...). Hearing the stories of what all you have learned. Its hard to read about and see kids your age that have gone through their first year. I wish that we could have got to see you grow up into the beautiful girl that you were going to be. I know you would have looked so much bigger now. I hate that we have to miss so many firsts. At the same time, I bet all the first that you have experienced are so amazing. We are doing a study on Heaven in our Sunday school class. It has really opened my eyes to many different things that I never had thought of. It also gets me more and more excited about spending eternity with God, Jesus, and, you all of our family and friends and Christians throughout time. "One day He's coming. Oh glorious day". I can just see you sitting at the table and teaching <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mylea</span> everything you learned at school.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">Well, we are a week away from Little Lei Lei's 5K and Memory walk. We were hoping for 100 to 150 people to be there, but looks like we are going to have close to 300. Simply amazed by all of the lives that you touched and continue to. I hope that it is something that gets bigger and bigger each year. There are so may great things that have been done in your memory. From the money given to the church, the the sign on the gym wall with your picture for clubber of the month, the your picture hanging up in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">foyer</span> that we get to see every time we walk in the church, to the scholarship fund to help kids afford camp and other activities, and the prayer bench. I CANT wait to see the prayer bench. Its going to be great to have a place to go and just reflect. You were an amazing little girl and you continue to be. Thank you for being who you were, my sweet little Lei Lei. I Love you SO much. CUWIGT</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">DaDdY<br /></span><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div></div></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-77278939076158150252011-04-19T20:05:00.000-07:002011-04-19T21:04:07.846-07:00Ramblings From Your MommaMy Sweet Leightyn,<div><br /></div><div>It's been eight and a half months and I still miss you as much as I did the day we left the hospital without you. This past weekend, while in Little Rock, I drove past the Children's Hospital. Seeing the hospital made me sick. It felt like I had been punched in the stomach. It was all I could do to hold back the tears. We only spent two days at Children's but the way I felt passing it was like we lived in the hospital forever. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mylea Jo still talks about you and has even picked up some more of your habits. When I try to take her picture, she smiles "like Leightyn did at Disney". This would be the mouth wide open, all teeth showing smile. She still loves to watch all of our home videos. Yesterday I tried to get Mylea to wear shorts and she quickly reminded me that her and sissy only wear dresses and bows. Oh my...how much she acts just like you.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have to ask. How's the baby? I know you are doing a great job being a big sister. Was Grandma Nancy excited to meet the baby? I can't believe that Grandma Nancy has been in Heaven for a year. Who would have thought that last Easter would have been our last Easter not only with Grandma.....but also with you. It is all so crazy!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Daddy is doing great. Him and Mylea have been having date nights just like you use to have with daddy. We talk about you and still cry over the situation. Daddy came home the other night to see Mylea watching you dance in the parade at Disney. I love that video. You were a shy little girl. You were such a dancing queen at home and then as soon as you got the chance to dance in the parade........you froze. It was a great memory! Back to Daddy, it was really hard for him to watch. It's just not fair that you are not here with us anymore. I hate that Daddy didn't get to experience Disney with us. I just wish he had some of the great memories that I do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Your friends at church still talk about you on a regular basis. I guess that's why I love our church kiddos so much. They still talk about you and their memories.....with such an innocence. Not worried about how I will respond and not careful to upset me. I love being able to talk, laugh, and cry with all of them. Just this past Sunday, one child told me that she couldn't wait to get to Heaven......."cause I want to see Leightyn and give her a hug". </div><div><br /></div><div>We are working on our spring musical and all the kids got the chance to name their characters. In the upcoming play, we are going to have a "Leightyn" and a "Nan". I love it!!!!!! I use to worry that one day they will all forget you. They will grow up and move on from their Leightyn memories.....but, I can honestly say that I don't think they will every forget you. They still love you so much and wish you were here with them. They often remind me "how much fun you are having in Heaven".</div><div><br /></div><div>This weekend at a Beth Moore conference, I learned something very important. It was as if the message was just for me. I have struggled lately with the feeling of being abandoned in past relationships. Really just hurt and disappointed. So much that it was extra stress in my daily life. Enough stress to make me sick. But this weekend finally made me understand that I can't change people. I can't change how they respond to us and our situations. I love the quote that Beth used: "<i>Some people come and go. Some people come and leave and return to stay for a while before going again. Some people come and stay forever." </i>Beth talked about life events that can and do change relationships. Some of these relationships will never be restored and I am now ok with that. I felt like it was on my shoulders to keep groups in our lives but maybe the relationship was not intended to be like it was before. I know that some people have a hard time accepting our circumstances and are not comfortable around us. I kinda think....well, this is our story and there is nothing we can do about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Being honest, we have hurts over relationships......family and friends. But, I have to give it all to God. When it feels that we have been deserted, I know that God is still there. There is a reason for the relationship to split. I have to learn to forgive the people who didn't come through for me and I have to move on. It's only hurting me. I am the only one who is dwelling on the relationships. I have to remember that only God can rescue me from these storms.....not family or friends. </div><div><br /></div><div>So Sunday morning, I gave it all to God. All the hurt, disappointments, broken relationships, the why's......all of it. I just laid it at His feet and asked Him to restore the relationships the way He saw fit. And you know what Lei Lei, I haven't felt this good in so long. It is as if the weight of the world is off my shoulder's and I can finally breathe again. It's is such a wonderful feeling to be able to give it all to God and let Him deal with the situation. </div><div><br /></div><div>You know what Leightyn Nan.......we're going to make it. I have so much more to share about the Beth Moore conference at a later time. I can't wait to see how God uses your story to fulfill my God given ministry. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love you so much sweet thing!!! Kiss my baby! Have fun till I get there with you. Oh what a glorious day that will be!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Love ya ,</div><div>Momma</div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392123892406344203.post-45829542116638561752011-04-13T20:36:00.000-07:002011-04-13T20:37:40.883-07:00A Note From Beth Moore.......WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 28px; "><div id="div-comment-217973" class="comment-body" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 28px; "><br /></p></div><ul class="children" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "><li class="comment byuser comment-author-beth bypostauthor odd alt depth-2" id="comment-218518" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 28px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "><div id="div-comment-218518" class="comment-body" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "><div class="comment-author vcard" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "><cite class="fn" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "><a href="http://lproof.org/" rel="external nofollow" class="url" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); ">Beth</a></cite> <span class="says" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; ">says:</span></div><div class="comment-meta commentmetadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "><a href="http://blog.lproof.org/2011/04/siesta-survey-for-your-mamas-insight.html/comment-page-5#comment-218518" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); ">April 13, 2011 at 4:10 pm</a></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 28px; ">Oh, Melissa. I am so, so deeply sorry. How unimaginably painful. This I know. Your Savior loves you, knows you, planned for you, and wants to remind you how precious you are to Him. I am humbled to serve someone who is so determined to praise her faithful God through such storms. You are loved and appreciated here, Melissa. How I pray God will speak a fresh word to you.</p></div></li></ul></span>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15486198526698289303noreply@blogger.com0