Friday, July 25, 2014

It's Like Living in a Dream...

This week as I continue to process all that has happened in the last couple of weeks I keep having this feeling like I am walking around in a dream.  I know it's not a dream, but it still feels that way.  I'm going through the motions and doing everything that is required of me, but it just doesn't seem real.  I look around me and see everyone going about their days doing what they always do and once again my life continues to feel like it is not my own.

I know that I have probably said this in another post, but it truly does feel like I'm dreaming and that I'm going to wake up and my world will be all back to normal.  Taylor will be here.  My mother will be here and everything will be as it should.  The problem is that I'm not dreaming, this is reality.  Life is exactly what it is and I can't do anything about it.  I just have to continue trying to figure out how to move forward.

I still can't believe that my mother is gone.  I've had her with me for so long and always had her to rely on and even when I didn't tell her all my troubles, just knowing that she was a phone call away always brought me so much comfort.  Now as I continue to struggle with my grief over Taylor I realize that the one person who truly understood what I am going through and what I am feeling is no longer here and that scares me.  I always knew that I could draw on her strength when the three of us were struggling.  Now I can't.  All I have is memories and sometimes the memories aren't enough.

The family has been spending time at my mother's house going through the drawers and closets and trying to sort through what is worth keeping and what isn't.  I'm really having a hard time because every room in that house holds a memory for me.  I grew up in that house.  Up until I got married I had never lived anywhere else, so watching everyone go through my mother's stuff and start staking claims on what they want is killing me.  I know it's just stuff, and I know that everyone should have a piece of my mother and that everyone loved her just as much as I did.  I'm just having such a hard time separating my memories from the stuff and I feel so selfish because I just want to keep everything, which would be nuts because I truly don't have room in my house for everything even if I was selfish enough to take it all.  My friend had an idea.  She said why don't I take pictures of all of the things in the house and then that way I will have the memory of how things looked and the furniture that she had and maybe that would help.  So I am going to try that this weekend and we will see if it helps.

I've also been struggling with this feeling that Heavenly Father has stepped away from me. For the last year it has felt like I have had my Heavenly Father walking beside me and since my mother died I haven't felt that closeness.  Even when mom was struggling and I knew she was going to be leaving us and I prayed for her release I knew my Father was with me.  And as I am writing this and saying how I don't feel his closeness, I'm filled with the warmth of his love and realize that he is here with me.  I'm so grateful for the reassurance that I just received from HIM.  Satan loves to mess with my head.  He knows that is my weakness.  I doubt myself a lot and he plays on that.  Dang him!  I thought I had told him to take a hike.  The persistent little bugger won't get lost.  President Uchtdo

rf's quote from conference fits right here perfectly.  Doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith.  Words to live by!

This next week as I continue to keep moving forward I am going to work harder on believing in my faith and take strength from that faith.  I believe that if you have faith, hope and lots of prayer it can see you through anything.  I also know that I need to give this to my Savior. And I have been trying to, it's just hard sometimes.  But I am going to be better at it.  

This week I am grateful for my Heavenly Father who is always by my side and as always I am so grateful for my hubby and my sweet Morgan they are my life and I am so blessed to call them mine!





Monday, July 14, 2014

A Long Two Weeks

It's been a couple of weeks since I last posted on my blog.  To say that these couple of weeks have been stressful would be an understatement.  During this time we celebrated Taylor's birthday, had the one year anniversary of Taylor's death, had my 92 year old mother fall and break her leg, and then had my mother pass away.  I really hate summer.

We decided as a family that we really didn't want to be home for Taylor's birthday or for the one year anniversary of his death.  Some friends of ours let us stay in their condo at the Canyons.  I didn't realize it at the time we accepted the invitation to stay at the Condo that we were actually going to be staying at one of the resorts where Taylor liked to snowboard.  In fact it didn't hit me until the second day we were there.  It was kind of fitting and kind of peaceful.

Taylor's birthday was so hard.  I was so consumed with loss that I had a real hard time the entire day.  We took a ride up to the resort on the Cabriolet and walked around the resort.  As we were walking around a song came over the loud speaker.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  It was the song from Electric Light Orchestra that Taylor used on his first sponsor me video.  I looked over and Morgan and Paul and said "Coincidence?"  We all knew it wasn't.  We all knew that Taylor was there with us on the mountain and he wanted to make sure that we knew it too.  It was such a beautiful day sitting in the sun and listening to one of Taylor's songs.  I miss him so much and am grateful for the little reminders of him.

On the 30th I decided to turn my phone on do not disturb because I didn't want to get overwhelmed with people asking me how I was.  I was having an OK morning.  I was sad but I had peace too.  When we started to pack up to head home I looked at my phone and saw I had two missed calls and two text messages from my brother.  I read the message and it said that my mother had fallen in her driveway and had broken the neck of her femur.  In my panicked state though I thought it said she broke her neck.  I crumbled to the floor in tears.  I kept saying over and over not today, please not today.  I can't take another loss today.  We hurried to the hospital where they had taken my mother.  When I got there she had a lot of morphine in her system and was asleep.  And this started the longest week of my life thus far.

Mom went into Surgery on the 1st of July.  The surgery went well, but mom never did snap back after the surgery.  The doctors told us she was only allowed 3 midnight stays with her insurance and that we needed to look into finding a therapy center for her to stay in.  After her surgery though she didn't improve the way the doctors had hoped.  She could barely stand up and to do therapy would require her to do work for at least three hours a day and that wasn't about to happen.  Then her kidneys started to fail and she didn't want to eat or drink.  The day after her surgery the doctor told us that therapy was out of the question for mom and that we should start looking at hospice care for her.  We were able to take her to her home on the 4th of July.  Together as a family my three brothers and their wives along with Paul and Morgan and my niece Kami sat by my mother's bedside and listened to the hospice nurse instruct us on how to care for and give medication to my mother.  I prayed and prayed the entire week and all that day that Heavenly Father would see fit to allow mom to go home to him and be with my dad and Taylor as well as my brothers and sister - in-laws who have already passed on.  I couldn't bare the thought of my sweet mother confined to a bed for weeks or months feeling like she was a burden on us and losing her dignity.  After the nurse left we put my mother's favorite music on.  Good old fashioned country music.  Her favorite singer was Eddie Arnold.  Even though mom didn't open her eyes or talk to us, we knew she was happy to be home.  We watched her lift her arm and tap out the beat to her favorite songs a number of times while we were there.  That will be a memory that I will cherish for the rest of my life.  That knowledge that she was happy to be home and at peace.  The next morning I got a call at 7:00 in the morning telling me that mother had just passed away.  My relief that she no longer suffered was over powered  by my feelings of sadness for losing my mom.  She was my best friend.  The two of us had been alone together ever since my dad died when I was twelve.  After I got married she would spend the holidays with us and I would talk to her everyday on the phone.  I'm not sure how I'm going to get through this as well as continue to figure out how to move on without Taylor.  Together these two deaths have hit me hard.  I know my mother is happy now.  I know that she is with my dad and the reunion was something that I wished I could have seen, but the loss here on earth is hard.

The next few days were filled with planning and carrying out my mom's wishes regarding her funeral.  One of her requests was for me to give her life sketch with my brother Kim.  I knew it was something that I was supposed to do, but I was scared to death and afraid that I wouldn't or couldn't do justice to the amazing mother I have.  I had many sleepless nights leading up to her viewing and funeral.  Her funeral was beautiful and the chapel was full of family and friends who loved my mother.  She touched many lives and the evidence was in the number of people who attended the viewing and funeral.  I'm sure mom was surprised as well.  She always told me that being 92 nobody would be around to attend her funeral and that everyone who remembered her was dead.  Boy was she wrong.

Here is my piece of the life sketch for my mother.  I'm not sharing it to brag on what I wrote, but to share with you how amazing my mother was:

I get to talk about the golden years.  They weren’t golden because of mom’s age, they were golden because mom had me.  I’m kidding, they were golden because it was the time of me and my best friend my mom.

After dad died it was just the two of us at home.  The boys as I so kindly call my brothers were gone with their families and helping us from there.  It was mom and I the dynamic duo.

When I read that I was supposed to talk today, two things kept popping into my mind.  Mom wants this short and sweet and how on earth can I possibly put into words all that my mother is and pay her the proper tribute she deserves.  She was 92 and a half years old.  I have to add the half because Mom let everyone know exactly how old she really was.   I decided instead of just telling you stories, I would use words that described the traits that I felt my mom had.  My list was pretty long, so please know that as I tell you about my amazing mother that she is so much more than what a few minutes at her funeral is going to allow me to talk about.

Talented/Smart -  My mom was able to take the talents that Heavenly Father gave her and excel at them.  As Kim has mentioned she excelled in her studies, her music  and also in her love of horses.  My favorite thing to do with mom was playing duets on the piano.  We would spend hours playing together.  We used to have fun seeing how fast we could play the songs.  Mom and I would spend hours sitting together playing duets. Mom was also very clever.  She always had a momism that fit just about any moment.  I always wondered how she remembered them all.  Mom also loved to do crossword puzzles and word puzzles.  Every once in a while I would get a phone call from her asking me if I could give her abbreviations for computer lingo or slang.  Other than that my mom was a word genius.   

Educator – Although my mom didn’t have a four year degree that didn’t stop her from being a teacher.  My mother taught piano lessons for a long time.  When I was younger I thought she was teaching piano to every kid in American Fork.  She obviously wasn’t but I can almost guarantee you that the majority of the youth growing up in the 6th ward  learned to play the piano from my mom.  Not only did she teach her students how to play the piano, she also taught them about never giving up.  I remember her having a can sitting on the piano that said there is no T in can.  She used this saying with her piano students who thought a song was too hard and they didn’t think they could do it.  She also used this on me a lot.  Whenever I would get discourage and want to give up, she would say.  There is no T in your can.  Mom also spent many years working for Alpine School District.  She worked in the mother’s high program as well as the adult education program.  Here she helped young mothers and adults earn their high school diplomas.  She loved assisting the students and giving them the help and encouragement they needed to not give up and keep going to graduate. 

Fearless – My mother was the bravest woman I know.  The only thing that I know she was afraid of was lightning.  This is ironic because my dad and grandpa sold lightning rods.   I remember whenever there was a storm day or night, mom would grab me and we would go and sit in the car or go for a ride.  Mom felt safer with the rubber tires under her even though we had a lightning rod on our house .  Other than that my mom wasn’t afraid of anything.  If a mouse went scurrying across the floor she would just step on it kill it and then take it outside for the cats to have.   Snakes in the yard, nope not afraid.  Spiders on the walls, nope not afraid.  If she was afraid of anything, I never knew it.

Courageous  and Independent,– My mom faced many challenges in her life.  She lost children, her husband, her parents, daughter-in-laws and grandchildren and through each of the challenges mom found a way to rise above.  Even when life was the hardest I can remember her say – smile and the world smiles with you cry and your cry alone.  After my dad died I remember she realized that there were a lot of things that dad did that she didn’t know how to do.  Mom didn’t give up.  She learned how to do all the things that dad did with a lot of help from my brothers especially Mike.  Mike was always there to help mom.  Mom relied on him for so much and she was so grateful for all he did for her.  I kind of think she drove him  nuts with her list after list of honey dos that now he got to do.   My mom and I had a lot of adventures.  Every summer and Christmas we would go to either Colorado to see Jay or California to see Randy and Kim.  Mom would navigate us through airport and train station and never bat and eye or act intimidated by the size or the crowd.   There was a time when we were on a plane and I told her I was afraid the plane would crash.  She just looked at me and said.  If it crashes we will be with dad and if we get there we will be with family, so how can we possibly be scared and it was true.  I was never afraid of flying again.   As mom got older the biggest thing for her was keeping her independence.  She didn’t want to live with any of us.  She wanted to stay home, eat what she wanted, sleep when she wanted, and watch whatever she wanted and she didn’t want any of us to tell her what to do.  I loved that about her.  Mom knew what she wanted and she did it herself.  She didn’t need to rely on others.  That is a trait that I would like to have. 

Service /Talented– Mom was always giving service.  I never knew Mom to turn down a calling in church.  Even when she questioned whether the calling was inspiration or desperation, she took the calling and served her calling to the best of her ability.  Mom was a leader, but she didn’t like to lead.  She preferred to be among the supporting cast.  As a young girl I remember going with mom down to the church for the quilting bee and watch all the gray haired ladies in the ward sew quilt after quilt for others.  I also remember the  many phone conversations mom would have with those members of the ward and her friends checking in on them and making sure that they were OK.  But my mother’s favorite act of service was when she was working with children.  She played the piano for a number of years at Forbes elementary school for the different grades.  There was many a class program where you would see mom sitting at the piano playing the patriotic or fun songs that the kids were singing too.  Her favorite church calling was the pianist for the primary.  A calling that she had for 24 years.  She loved playing the piano for the primary kids.  She always said she felt the spirit the strongest when the primary kids were singing.  Mom also spent countless hours in service to her family.  She was always asking us what can I do for you, or she would send you a check in the mail at times when you thought you weren’t going to be able to make ends meet.  Mom always knew and wanted to make sure that her kids were OK. 

Nature lover – Mom wasn’t your tree hugging, granola eating, camp out in the forest nature lover.  Mom was the savor the beauty nature lover.  She loved sitting on her patio looking at her flowers.  Randy and Kim got her hooked on bird watching.  Once she got the bug it was all over from there.  Her back yard was the home of at least three if not four different bird feeders and she would spend hours watching the birds that came to feed.   She always had a pair of binoculars and a bird book sitting on the kitchen counter so that when a new bird would land on her feeder she could look it up and learn all about them.  She loved it when the Nazuli  buntings would come.  Mom was always so worried when she would run out of food for the birds.  I’d tease her that she loved her birds more than her family and she would say they don’t sass.

Beautiful/Elegant/Well Mannered – My mom was a knock out.  But her beauty wasn’t only skin deep.  Mom was beautiful inside and out.  She held herself with dignity and took pride in herself.  She always used good manners and was the first to call you out if you weren’t using your manners.  No elbows on the table, how to set a table properly, saying thank you and please, acting the way a lady should act.  She always would find a way to teach all of us proper manners.  Mom was always put together.  On one occasion I was watching mom get ready for the day and asked her why she always put her makeup on first thing in the morning and she looked and me and told me that her mother always did it and that if you got yourself ready first thing in the morning you were ready for the day and any visitor that may stop by.  I’m not so good at that one.  I do brush my hair when I wake up but make up – not so much.  Sorry Paul.

Straightforward/unconditional love/forgiving – My mom had this amazing ability to love you no matter what mistake you made.  Don’t get me wrong, as her family can attest, if you messed up or you disappointed her she would let you know.  You always knew where you stood with mom.  But even when she was laying it on you how disappointed she was she would never leave the conversation with you feeling bad.  She would let you have it, tell you how or suggest ways to fix it, and then tell you how much she loved you and how much potential she saw in you.  Mom didn’t hold a grudge.  Her ability to forgive and forget astounds me.  If she would get her feelings hurt, and I know it happened a lot, she didn’t dwell on it.  She would just say it’s water off a ducks back and move on. 

Family – Family meant everything to mom.  She loved her children, her grandchildren and her great great grandchildren with all her heart.   Her greatest pleasures came when the family would come to visit.  I would call her everyday and part of our daily conversations was her telling me about who had stopped by, called or sent her a card.  Mom had what we all called her brag wall.  Every picture she got from the family went up on the wall and she would point out the latest and greatest additions to her wall.  Mom also had pictures of family in every room of her house.  As she got older and didn’t like moving around as much she would spend hours sitting in her green chair looking at her family on the wall.  Family brought her joy.  Mom’s greatest fear was that after she was gone we as a family would fall apart and stop seeing each other.  She used to complain to me about how the siblings never talked to each other and if it wasn’t for her telling us what was going on in each other’s lives we would never know.  We as a family have to commit to making sure our legacy as descendants of Ira and Gwendolyn Taylor lives on.  That we don’t lose touch and we stay connected.  If not, we may find ourselves being haunted by a sweet little lady that we all know and love.

Counselor – My mom was the best listener there was.  I don’t think there is one of us in this family who hasn’t bent mom’s ear with our problems.  We all knew that we could go to her and talk about anything.  That’s what I loved most about her.  I could tell her anything and she wouldn’t judge me, or get mad at me. She would just listen and help you work through whatever it was and if she didn’t have the answers she would tell you, but she wouldn’t dismiss you, she would just let you know that she loved you .   She helped me through rough times.  She was our shoulder to cry on so many times.

Our Rock and Our Example – I don’t know about the rest of the family, but for me she was my rock.  She was the person I looked to to give me strength, to find courage to carry on, to look at trials and diversity and find a way to grow from them.    She never let her challenges or her trials define her.  She stayed true to her faith, lived righteously and never questioned her testimony.  My mom had a testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ.  She loved the Gospel, she loved her Savior and she relied on him and her Heavenly Father through some tremendously tough challenges.  No matter the trial she always knew that her Heavenly Father was there.  For that I am grateful.  I’m grateful for the foundation in the gospel that my mother and father instilled in me.  I’m grateful that she made sure I went to church each week, that I saw her pay her tithing and saw her receive the blessings that come from it.  I’m grateful for my time with Mom.  Even though I am extremely jealous of the bonds that my brothers have together and all that they have.  I wouldn’t trade any of it for the time that I had with my mom.  I am going to miss her so much.   


Last week  when we knew things weren’t looking good and I knew that my days with Mom were few.  I was feeling particularly overwhelmed with sadness.  I walked out her back door and found myself walking along the back of the yard looking at her lilies and the words of a primary song came into my mind.  This song says it all for me.  I often go walking in meadows of clover and I gather armfuls of blossoms of blue.  I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over, dear mother all flowers remind me of you.    Mom, whenever I look at my lilies or my roses my thoughts will be of you.  I love you!

This is a picture of my mom when she was younger.  My cowgirl mom!  I love this picture!


This week although I struggle to be grateful for anything I feel I need to be grateful because gratitude brings happiness and I want to be happy.  So this week I am grateful for my husband Paul, my daughter Morgan, my son Taylor, and for my Mom.  Without each of them I wouldn't be who I am today.  I love them all very much.  I'm also grateful for answered prayers.  Although I hurt, I'm grateful Heavenly Father listened and answered my humble prayers over the past two weeks.