It's January, what more can I say? Sub-zero temperatures, snow, slippery roads, inversions, short hours of daylight, cold fingers, scratchy throat, runny nose, dirty salty car, boring, depressing January...one of my least favorite months. Someone slid into our mailbox and knocked it over. I have been home alone as the temple is closed and Reed has been driving full time for a bus driver who had surgery.
I think when sad things that happen at this time of year, they seem even more sad. Just before Christmas two young brothers from Mendon were killed in a car accident. They were buried side by side in the same casket. Their parents were originally from Lyman, where Bryan is from. Reed saw all the helium balloons released into the sky by elementary school classmates of the boys. His bus was delayed by policemen directing traffic following the funeral.
Also just before Christmas, a ward member from Millville passed away from brain cancer. He had a 17 year old son, 15 year old daughter and 12 year old son. Mark was 47. He was in the bishopric after we left Millville. His wife, Jennifer, was our R.S. President. When we went with the youth on a trek at Martin's Cove, Mark and Jennifer were our 'parents' in our handcart group. Courtney was in the same seminary class with the oldest son. Once the teacher asked personal questions in an effort to get to know his students better. The question Mark's son got was "When was the last time you cried?" He answered that it was when the doctors said there was no hope for his dad and they were discontinuing chemotherapy. Between Mark's death and his funeral, Jennifer spent some time at the temple. We talked. I told her Mark is still on a trek, he's just gone on ahead, blazing trails for them to follow and preparing a new home for them.
Another sad one: Sister 'L,' (Mother of Lyle who dated Kim for 3 yrs), had a grandson (Darin Cook) return to Brazil where he served his mission. He wanted to travel around, visit persons he baptized, take pictures, hike etc. One of his former missionary companions was to hook up with him later. When his companion arrived at the hotel, Darin was not there. Police were contacted but they wouldn't start a search or investigation without family authorization. The companion didn't know names or numbers of Darin's family. He posted on Facebook: "If you know Darin Cook, contact me immediately." Darin's sister saw the post. Permission to search was given. A body was found, but due to the heat and having been chewed up by ants, positive identification couldn't be made until dental records were received. It was Darin. Evidently he had fallen a great distance while taking pictures. Last I heard, the family was trying to get Darin's body back to Utah for burial but the red tape was making it difficult.
One of our neighbors has a son who lost his wife to colon cancer. He remarried. His second wife had ovarian cancer at one time and now has cancer all through her pelvis. She's had surgery but will have to decide whether or not to go with chemo. They have two children who are both currently serving missions.
Another couple I serve with in the temple had their oldest son die from injuries sustained in a fall from a roof.
This is enough gloom and depressing stuff. I've written about it so now maybe I can get it out of my mind. I do have things to look forward to...one more week and we are off to Florida, the Bahamas, Aruba, Costa Rica and down to the Panama Canal and back in celebration of our 40th anniversary. Who knows? We might join the Hawkins family for a vacation in New Braunfels, Texas in March. We have reunions to plan or help with. Reed is in charge of the Ransom reunion and Jill is chairing the Conlin reunion. Both will be at Willow Park. I'm working with cousin, Jerry, on plans for a Prigmore reunion on July 14, 2012...the 100th anniversary of when Grandma and Grandpa were baptized. Since they were baptized in the creek by Lagoon and Grandpa was a groundskeeper at Lagoon, we are holding the event in Farmington.