Stars are only Visible in Darkness

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Sleep became a luxury, one that evaded me for most of the long, dark hours when my mind just would not shut off or stop replaying that which I cared not remember, much less relive. I could fall asleep at the drop of a hat, but to force my mind to lie dormant through 2:00am, 3:00am, 4:00am became nearly impossible. And, it wasn't the imaginary horrors that could startle me awake, it was the very reality of horrors robbing my mind of the respite I needed to 'leave them' for just a few moments of time.  As I startled awake at those realities during those tender hours, I instantly felt nearby for the warmth of her hand, searched for the sight and/or sound of her breathing, and reached out for solace and reassurance to know we had not been abandoned.  My heart always knew we hadn't, but my mind often felt otherwise.  Especially at night in the dark.

In the darkness, my mind raced through "The Hopes and Fears" so prevalent in our humanness. It competed fiercely between the real feelings of the moment (the fears) with real experiences I had been given that created reason for the hope that exists eternally in my core.  My mind compared darkness to light often. And, I love light. I am not so fond of darkness. But the darkness I knew was thick and palpable and unyielding ... and I needed escape.  Darkness lingered in those wee hours of the morning before the sun arose, despite my yearnings for comfortable warmth and glow.  Even if the same horrors exist in the light (which they did), they felt somehow more conquerable accompanied by light, clear vision, focused perspective. In darkness, I plead for its opposite.  I scrambled for deliverance from darkness into light, ... for a beacon of brightness that we are known, that we are cared about, that perhaps ... even if not in this lifetime ... everything will be ok.

As I would rub my swollen eyes, arise from my bed and tiptoe from my room to leave my husband and daughter free to rest, I often looked up and out a second story window.  There was a light there -- one that greeted my devastated heart with reassurance every night that I looked for it.  I relied on that light.  I counted on it.  It was my escape from inescapable darkness.  And by its light, my heart could sing with hope again.   

It was a star -- an enormous ball of gas burning billions of miles from where I anxiously searched for it in hours of need.  From my perspective, it was only a tiny little speck of light that wasn't visible in the brightness of day, but profoundly powerful in the darkness of night.  I continually relied upon that little speck of light to dispel my overwhelming and permeating darkness, and it served as the reminder I needed that God loves us and that we had NOT been abandoned. I clung to God through the power in that tiny little speck of reaffirming light.

It was also a "tiny little speck of light" in permeating darkness that caused shepherds and wise men to set down their humanness long enough to seek after the Divine by following the pathway illuminated by that enormous ball of gas burning billions of miles away.

With Wondering Awe the Wisemen saw

the star in heaven gleaming

and in delight in peaceful night

they heard the angels singing:

Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna to his name!

By light of star they traveled far

to seek the lowly manger

A humble bed where in was laid

the Wondrous little Stranger.

Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna to his name!

(Matthew 2:1-11, With Wondering Awe LDS Hymnal #210 vs. 1, 2) 

The star ... a "tiny little speck of light" ... the heavenly symbol and one messenger of where the Christ Child lay in a humble manger, come to give light to a world that lay in darkness ... overwhelming and permeating darkness.  They had to journey from where they were to where he was, but they chartered their course and navigated their way by the light that was only visible in darkness.  While it remained an enormous ball of gas burning and spinning in its own center of gravity with beams that pointed in the right direction during daylight hours, it wasn't visible to their humanness unless the world had revolved away from the  daylight into the darkness of night.  And, then, the star that pointed the way to where "The Hopes and Fears" of all the world would be met, became visible, constant, a true compass, ... a way to hope.

That tiny little star was their course to Him.  And, the tiny little star outside my window was my pathway or course to return to the real Hope, authored by that baby, and born of my experiences in praising Him both in darkness and in light ... in the good days, the bad days, and the very worst of horrifying nights that encapsulate my journey on this earth, especially at the time of mothering an angel dying of cancer, and, inevitably, the grief that accompanies my life's travels since.  And, it burns and spins and points the way not only in the light when my human eyes cannot see it, but in the dark when I yearn for it in the depths of my soul and look anxiously for it.  It is a constant -- and my journey to find Him can most assuredly be chartered and navigated as a steady, unfailing course, despite the humanness and limitations of my eyes, my mind, and my heart, for He is steady, unlimited, unfailing hope.

It has been 8 years since Lauren left this life to join the angels Hosanna choruses, out of sight of my eyes and beyond my ears capacity.  It has only been about 2 1/2 years since my mind and heart finally acknowledged that no matter the brightness (or lack of it) of the hour as I awaken, or how much I yearn for it, I will not find her hand when I reach, or the sound of her breathing when I listen.  It pained me greatly to instinctively reach every night and morning all those years, and it pains me greatly that I now no longer have the instinct to do so.  While I still don't love darkness, I've embraced what I've found in it.  And, while I live and breathe, (Psalms 104:33) I will seek Him and will sing the song of His Redeeming love; for ...

As it was for shepherds and wisemen, He is the reason for the Hope that it is in me, and I know His promises are sure.  Yes, even if not necessarily in this lifetime, because of Him, ... everything WILL ultimately be ok.

"Do not despair ... your star is still there!" (Shine For Me Again Star of Bethlehem)  

 The heav'nly star its rays afar

on every land is throwing

And shall not cease till holy peace

in all the earth is growing

Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna to his name!

Vs. 4

Wise men still seek him. 

Love,

Lauren's Mom

Living Lauren's Legacy Foundation on Facebook

One of Lauren's nieces who carries her name as her middle name, enjoying some bubbles!!

We've just created a Facebook page for The Living Lauren's Legacy Foundation.  We hope it serves to generate support for great causes, service opportunities, words of comfort and cheer, and to raise funds and awareness.  So far, the Living Lauren's Legacy Foundation has involved itself in many opportunities to help with tuition for needy students, funds to support medical bills, suicide prevention, cancer research, orphanage supplies, the battle against sex-trafficking, homes for abused children in Peru, humanitarian aid in Cambodia, relief efforts in many storms and other natural disasters, and funds for diseases ranging from Cystic Fibrosis to Batten Disease and many others.

When Lauren was given the opportunity to make a wish through the Make-A-Wish foundation, she didn't hesitate before saying simply: "I wish to give my wish away!"  When I questioned why, she replied: "I already have my Happily Ever After, mom ... I want to give my wish to someone who needs it more than I do."

On 11/11/11, our family carried out her wish and presented Make-A-Wish with the funds to give a small trip, new bedroom set, and a computer to a young teenager struggling with Kidney disease.  We also published two books based on Lauren's perspective of why she felt that her life, although threatened and ultimately cut short by cancer, was indeed, already a "Happily Ever After."  We've been striving ever since to make a difference, be it ever so small, to continue giving Lauren's wish away, just as she would want to.

100% of any funds we raise go to these and other projects we feel spreading some of her comfort, cheer, and good humor will be most beneficial.

It's a beautiful world filled with love, beauty, and tender mercies.  Sometimes, we need an extra boost to help us in the inevitable challenges and unbearable difficulties that can also dot our earthly experience.  In these times, we just need to "hold hands and stick together" .... something Lauren's Foundation is specifically designed to do.  Thanks for your friendship and support!

Get Your MOOOOOVE On!!

Get Your MOOOOOOVE On!

Living Lauren's Legacy Foundation Campaign 2017

Send donations or self addressed envelope to:

P.O. Box 9043

Salt Lake City, Utah

84109

loveandlaughtereveryday@gmail.com

You can also donate through VENMO - just search laurensmom and label

your donation for The Living Lauren's Legacy Foundation (or, just "Lauren") 

Lauren's loving nature and humorous spirit is worthy of emulation and repeated tribute.  We wish to spread her goodness.  Living Lauren's Legacy Foundation was set up in perpetual desire to do good and will continue as long as we are able. 100% of the funds we raise go towards helping and lifting others as Lauren consistently chose to do. 

This year, we have created spotted cow rubber arm bands to signify you got your MOOOOVE on and to remind you to find (or create) a little love and laughter in every day --- Just send us a self-addressed envelope and we will send it right to you.

So, go ahead ... GET YOUR MOOOOOVE ON!!  And, thanks for helping us to honor Lauren and spread a little cheer as you do ...

Love,

The Living Lauren's Legacy Foundation

We Choose Love

We Choose Love

My friends asked me to share how I have overcome fear.  I was hesitant of the opportunity and have really (seriously, really) struggled with this task.  In a conversation with my daughter about wishing I hadn’t accepted, she helped me to discover why all of the other dozen drafts weren’t acceptable and had been scrapped.

I can’t share with you how I have overcome fear … because I haven’t.

Before I shed light on that reality … I’ll share with you who I am.

I’m a daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece, wife, mother, mother-in-law, and grandmother (Mimi, in my case) to some of the most beautiful souls who have ever graced the planet.  My blessings are numerous, my cup overflowing.  I know the privilege to love and be loved and I cherish life.

Family is everything to me.  Always has been, always will be.  I wanted a dozen children – I wanted to be surrounded by mess and noise and beautiful people to love and fuss over.  I was an author, public speaker, and creator of games on the subject of close, happy families and I did my best as an intentional mother to practice what I preached. 

23 years ago today, 9 days after the due date of a particularly long and challenging pregnancy, my baby daughter (and final child) was born.  I was instantly and irreversibly smitten with her silken hair, soft blue eyes, and chubby cheeks.  She was perfect in every way, and although only my 4^th child, she completed me.  And, it was a full, ample, exquisite complete and we lived life accordingly.  As with my other children, I added one more person I now suddenly could not live without.

It doesn’t mean we didn’t have our fair share of difficulty, or even at times what seemed to be an unfair share of difficulty.  We just had a lot to live for and we worked hard at what didn’t come easily.

I had an aversion to fear.  Quite frankly, it scared me, so I tried hard not to ever experience it. I shut out thoughts of the horrors of losing any of my children, and taught them to eat their vegetables, wear a helmet and/or seat belt, and what to do in the case of fire.  Our basement had a room stock-piled with enough emergency food, water, candles, and toilet paper to keep at least 5 families our size safe in a disaster.  We would have all we needed in the event (God forbid) that we experienced tragedy.

With my children taught how to turn off the water to the house, passwords memorized to avoid danger with strangers, and my absolute assurance that there was no such thing as monsters to come and take them in the night, they were always tucked safely into bed with a hug and kiss after prayers to keep us safe from harm or accident.  We never went without saying “I love you, goodnight.”  It was our safe haven, and that safety was assured by our preparation, good choices, and blessings from heaven.

Even when I was “brave” enough to pray that I could accept God’s will if it were otherwise, I could never quite end it there and would have to choke out a quick tag line …

            “But, please … just don’t let it hurt.”

Fair weather fan of life, … that’s me. 

Unfortunately, life isn’t all fair weather.  And, fair weather was my life without the reality of something to be truly, genuinely afraid of.  I characterize our life into two phases now, “before fear” and “since”.  And, the reality is that you can’t ever really experience courage until real fear is staring you in the face.

You see, I had lied about monsters coming in the night and nothing in the basement storage room could have prevented or prepared our precious family for the fearful and heart-wrenching tragedy staring each of us in the face.

We now would experience something of which to be horribly, shake in your boots afraid.  That precious baby daughter who was born 23 years ago today had a rare Childhood Cancer.  So rare in fact, that there have only been 200 known cases a year, but so horribly vicious, that it is one of the leading killers amongst all far more prevalent cancers.  5 children (including her) in history have survived a second onset, and of those, none recurred in such vital places as hers.  She is the only one in history to have beaten it three times.  There isn’t a survivor of a 4^th onset.  Hers set in for the 4^th and final time as she began her sophomore year in high school.  The beast was just unrelenting; no matter how many times she claimed a clean and solid victory over it.  How something so vile found its way into something so perfect is simply beyond me.  How my thinking that basement storage could prevent or prepare for any disaster and grant us freedom from fear is also simply beyond me.

The battle was fierce and intense and full of fear.  There was reason for it.  Fear wasn’t a sin against our faith; it wasn’t a weakness, or an error in judgment.  It was exactly the emotion connected to watching her go through what she had to go through.  No one could anticipate any different.  The love we felt for her was inseparably connected with the fear of losing her … of having to live without her.   The horror was real. It wasn’t just scary; it was terrifying.

And then, she slipped through our fingers and returned to the God who gave her life.

And, we were left to pick up the pieces of ourselves, to somehow discover “how” to live without her.

In doing so, we see that some fear will remain a part of our story, for it is inseparably connected with loving each other.  So, we will embrace it, for it drew us closer to the One who overcame death and hell by his Grace, matchless Mercy, and eternal Love.  Experiencing fear has made us more intimately, personally, and profoundly familiar with the infinite Hope engraved in his hands.

We didn’t overcome fear, but Jesus Christ has, and he will, just as he promised.  I have scooped up all my ashes that he has promised me beauty for.  And, my feet prepare for the day he trades my mourning for dancing.

And, I do not fear that He keeps His promises.

I wasn’t preserved knowing profound heartache and sacrifice, or prevented from knowing gripping fear.  I wasn’t prepared for the profound sorrow and grief that is so intertwined in my story.  There wasn’t chemotherapy in the basement, or a sturdy enough password to keep the monsters out of our dark … but there was a foundation of belief and an experience of his love that assures us a joyous reunion with her again one day.

While we grieve in a society that tries to stifle it, we continue to embrace the hard emotions that come with life’s experience.  We’ve learned that they are most often associated with loving an angel gone too soon from this life.  So, while it is hard for some to understand, we aren’t trying to “get over it.”  We believe that grief is not something we travel through; it is something we will travel with.  And, while my prayers asked for a pain-free life, it was as nonsensical as asking for a love-free life.  The privilege to love and be loved also intrinsically accompanies this exhilarating journey of life.  Thank heavens (and the CEO thereof) He doesn’t intend to take away our love just to free us of pain or fear ….

While for now it may seem daunting, painful, and often frightening, for me and my house: we choose love.

(This piece was written for MyFearAntidote.com on May 3, 2017 which you can find here:

http://myfearantidote.com/2017/05/03/real-life-featuring-melodiechoose-love/ 
The article and photos are copyrighted by the author/owner and may not be used without express written permission.)

Get your MOOOOOOVE on!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAUREN!!

How we miss that angel girl!!

In honor of her special day, and rather disappointed to be unable to schedule this year's 5K, we're initiating a new event to raise funds for The Living Lauren's Legacy Foundation.

GET YOUR MOOOOOVE ON!!

If you aren't new to the story, you recognize why this is the name for it --

And, it likely made you smile.

If you are new to the story, Lauren loved and collected cows. In trying to live her legacy

by finding beauty and/or humor where others tend not to notice,

we collect them too.  Here's how you can live her legacy too --

There are 4 ways to get your moooove on ...

1) Just do a random act of kindness for someone else. One small step

out of your way to bring a smile to someone else's face

is a great way to live her legacy.

2) In her name, donate time, talents, energy, or financial resources to Childhood Cancer,

a local Children's Hospital, the Make-A-Wish foundation, or the

Humanitarian Aid program of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

3) Walk a mile or run a 5K with her name (or some other person you know

and love who has suffered from Childhood Cancer) on your back.

4) Donate directly to the Living Lauren's Legacy Foundation where 100%

of the funds this year will go towards a semester's tuition

 for a deserving student who is pursuing education/research involving Cancer.

P.O. Box 9043

Salt Lake City, Utah

84109

You can also donate through VENMO - just search laurensmom

and label your donation for The Living Lauren's Legacy Foundation (or, simply "Lauren")

Then, report back to us and we'll send you a token of our thanks.

This year, we'll be handing out:

1) Cow spotted rubber bracelets (Similar to yellow Armstrong bracelets)

2) "A Pocketful of Perspective" book we put together

from Lauren's philosophies on life ....

3) "Life is Sweet, Bring it On" T-shirts

4) Depending on the size of the donation, we'll send all 3.

This is a 23 day opportunity (in honor of her 23rd birthday.)

The last day will be Friday, May 26th, 2017.

Thanks for helping us to celebrate her beautiful life in ways that 

make others lives better --

  

(The bracelet, and Carlie wearing the t-shirt when she donated the funds last year.)

Remembering the blessing of my brother --

 

Lessons learned in mourning with those that mourn

The anniversary of my brother's accident and passing (January 3 - January 5, 2013) has me contemplating just how much I miss him (and why) .... I hope my sister-in-law will forgive my sharing some of the more deeply personal reasons I have mourned so much today.

I've been remembering Lauren's funeral (January 2, 2010) and the days surrounding it.  I've remembered the challenges of planning and preparing in a few short days to celebrate her life in the most meaningful ways before sending my son back to college, a daughter back to high school, and one to return to her mission in Thailand ... and dealing with everyone's opinions and parameters of how I should shoulder this new hollowness of soul that was mine to bear.

As hard as it is to lose a child, and to bury one, which is beyond the comprehension of anyone who has not had to endure it -- there is the burden of complex societal "norms" and "expectations" that those on the "outside" create for those left with a new "normal" far outside of society's comfort zone.  The burden of grief is enough, without the criticism or skepticism of those who would define for the grieving what is or is not acceptable.

We experienced the good, the bad, and the ugly during those times. Sometimes as I remember, the tears that fall are excruciatingly painful ones.  Not out of judgment or resentment, just the true hurt that can be inflicted by insensitivities of those who don't have your best interest at heart.  

But, sometimes the tears that fall are the sweetest sensations of love that overflow from a very grateful heart. Those are the memories that scoop me up after the others knock me around for a bit. Those are the ones that testify of a Savior who showers Tender Mercies on the darkest and stormiest of times.  And, a Father in Heaven who is ever mindful.

As I think back to our experience, I remember . . . .

There was a man in our neighborhood who shoveled our driveway every day from the day she died until after her funeral. He did so quietly, early every morning so that there would be no concern for us to remove snow for safety or convenience.  (We have a VERY long driveway.)  We had never asked and he never pointed it out ... I just noticed him outside my window. But, he saw the need and met it.  Jay's kindness will not be forgotten.

I remember Jen re-wrapping hundreds of lollipop's (one of her nicknames) with cow printed paper (her favorite collectible) to give to everyone who came to the funeral.  She also made gold Childhood Cancer ribbons for people to wear for the day.

I remember sweet Jessica who sang so willingly and so beautifully for the funeral (no small task) accompanied by her mother Karen who had to buy a plane ticket to come to Utah and stepped in without having to be acknowledged to provide music before and after the service. 

Mary ... oh dear Mary and my brother Scott.  The subject of another addition to the blog.

Ahhh ... the beauty of real friends.  We were blessed.  

While that isn't all -- my heart (especially today) turns to my dear older brother Thayne and his remarkable family. We aren't just talking about being pall bearers, helping to dress Lauren - (after being the ones who purchased the burial clothing), running all kinds of errands before and after the funeral, taking all of the pictures at the funeral, getting our Christmas Cards out for us that year between her passing and the funeral (to a re-created list {by them} after a computer meltdown) of over 500 that needed to be stamped and stuffed with 3 different items and included about 1200 labels to be printed and applied) . . . I could go on and on about the Festival of Trees tree, the meals they brought, the help with the video, the help procuring the grave site, the love and friendship they offered to my family throughout a very lonely ordeal when others didn't stay . . .

Yep, they were all that. On the morning Lauren passed away, once our family kind of caught our breath momentarily, we called two brothers and their wives ... Scott and Mary, Thayne and Deaun. These were the only people we were ready to share with at the time.  They kept it close and didn't break that confidence.

They came running as fast as they could and wept with us.  

While we went to the mortuary, they cleaned our home, including removing the hospital bed, replacing all the furniture around it, and Thayne took all of the medications to the police department for safe disposal.  No one could have been more kind and loving than these people.

Thayne and Deaun and their family at Lauren's funeral

Two years earlier, I had received the call from them that our mother had passed away.  She was being cared for by them in their home, and I had the opportunity to run to her side before the mortuary came to take her away.  Deaun went with me to dress my mother so I didn't have to be alone.   The day we buried my mother was the day we found out Lauren's cancer had recurred the first time and after their caregiving of my mother, they didn't hesitate to do whatever it took to support us in the next round of our battle ... Again, no one could have been more kind and loving than these people. 

Three years after Lauren's passing, the day after I had been remembering her funeral, I received a call that an unforgiving accident would be taking the life of my brother and I was being given the opportunity to go and give him a kiss goodbye.  I went as fast as I could to say that temporary goodbye ... and to weep with his wife and children who had wept with me.  Years of their love and support flooded my mind as I had no idea what to say in the face of such a tragedy. Being 14 years older than me, this brother had even been a major care-giver to me as a child, besides the comfort he had given me as an adult.  I was overwhelmed to lose the first of my seven siblings, especially since he and his wife had been at every major event of my life and a critical part of my comfort . . . the grief was unbearable.  But, there's was even more than mine and I knew it.

Just because I had lost my parents, my daughter, and now a brother, I didn't know the loss of a husband.  This dear, dear friend/sister-in-law meant the world to me and I loved her dearly ... and even after experiencing their masterful love and support -- I had NO idea what to say or even what to do.  I was so blessed to have her relieve my grief -- and now I needed to find a way to relieve hers.  I suppose we all 'take turns.'  It is one of the great tragedies of grief ... that it is so difficult for those of us required to shoulder it ... to understand what to say or do.  But, it is also, I believe, one of the great lessons of life -- to love one another.  It IS what we have to offer.  While some (like these relatives of mine) know better how to express it than others (including me) ... it is the key to avoiding unnecessary pain in these times of trial.

All I knew to do was to try and be there for them too ... and take photos in the blizzard on the day of the funeral. :-) 

And, I'll do my best to stay by her and not criticize how, when, or why she mourns -- just like she always has for me.

A few years ago, I participated with a few of my thoughts for a video for a woman who was grieving the loss of her son and had compiled a book on grief.  I had no idea why I was chosen or what to say, but wound up being part of a group of people who talked about some of their perspective on loss, based on their experience.  Every once in awhile, like today as I mourn again the loss of my dear brother and give thanks for the deep love of him that causes that mourning, I turn on this video and listen again to the thoughts we all shared in our grief to remind myself how blessed I am to have had those I love and been loved in return to grieve with and for . . .

https://vimeo.com/94186920

I have friends who during this 2016 Christmas season have lost their father, one who lost their mother, one who lost her dear husband, one who lost his dear wife, a sweet friend who lost her own life, and one who lost her dear son. They come from various aspects of my life, including my loss of Lauren -- who was one of her favorite nurses.  I share not only the loss, but the heartache of grief in a society that doesn't want to deal with it.  Everyone has someone to comfort or cheer ... or simply mourn with.

Grief is all around us, loss is a part of living and the great price of loving. While grief is a privilege of those who have had tremendous love in order to experience tremendous loss, ... it is my hope that those who stand on the outside and look in, will go a little easier on the hearts of those on the inside looking out.  And today, while I deeply miss this kind-hearted, loving older brother gone too soon, ... I give great thanks for those who embraced me and wept with me, and great thanks for those I have the opportunity to embrace and weep with in their own loss . . .