SV Homecoming and PTSD

Every year when SV homecoming comes around, I have a shock of emotion run through my veins.  I have always wanted to write about this experience but haven't gotten around to it until now.  The kids are asleep so we'll see how much I can get down.  ;)

Seventeen years ago, when I was in 7th grade, my sister Lisa was in high school, and she was preparing a float for the night's upcoming parade.  I had just gotten home from school and was laying on my parent's bed doing homework.  My mom came in and said she would be right back because she had to take something to Lisa for her float.  No problem.  I was old enough to be home by myself.

What seemed like only seconds later, Melissa, Richard's wife now and girlfriend at the time, came in and said, "Lorna, the house is on FIRE!"  I said, "Yeah, right," and laughed a little bit.  Richard is always playing jokes like this so there was no reason to believe him.  Then again, (I can't remember who said it this time, but I think it was Rich) "Seriously, Lorna, THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!  GET OUT NOW!!"

I looked up and I could see the smoke beginning to fill our house.  It was already making its way down at least a foot by now.  I heard my mom come in and yell, "Someone call 911!" I promptly picked up the phone that was next to my parent's bed and dialed.  However, Rich was in the kitchen and was dialing also.  He yelled at me to hang up so I did.  He made the call while I scurried to grab our little kittens and run out of the house.

When I got outside, I found my mom firmly asking, "Where's Richard?"  Well he was inside calling 911, in the kitchen, where the fire was...OH NO!  I hope he isn't being burned!  But I was distracted by my mom's hand...the palm of her hand was gray and flapping up and down as she pleaded to know where my brother was.  I pointed out her hand to her (as if she didn't already know) but she just wanted to know where her son was.

Rich came running out the front door and we all met at the mailbox out front just like my mom had always told us to do in case there was a fire.  I don't remember ever having a practice run or rehearsal for this but I always remember her telling us that was our meeting place.  I am so glad she did.

By this time my mom's burn had really set in and she was following the sprinkler around in a circle trying to cool off her hand.  We began to hear the sirens!  Help was coming!  I turned around and saw all the windows almost pitch black from the smoke.  I was so scared, but knew that the house was empty of my family.  I was so scared for my mom and her burn.  The first firetruck drove straight past our house and we ran after it yelling, "WE'RE RIGHT HERE!  THE FIRE IS HERE!"

The next truck stopped and I can't remember what happened with them after that.  The ambulance came and took my mom in.  They wouldn't let me in to see her and they wouldn't let me ask if she was okay.  I was so scared.  Our sweet neighbors, the McConkies brought me over to their house and into their basement to get away from everything.  I just kept wondering if my mom was okay.  I know they were talking to me but all I could think about was my mom and watching her palm flap up and down.  It was horrifying.

All during this time, people were walking past our house on their way to the parade.  Some were yelling to me wondering if everything was okay.  They were trying to be kind, I guess, but I was in shock and I didn't want to yell all over the neighbor what was going on.  That's why I went to the neighbor's house.

After what seemed like an eternity, someone took Lisa and I to the hospital to see my mom. She was all bandaged up and I finally knew she was okay.  She may not have been great, but she was alive and a good faker.  :)  She told me it was no big deal.  However, she was scared that the burn on her hand would scar and she wouldn't be able to play the piano anymore.  I remember her stretching her hand in order to stretch the skin so that wouldn't happen.  I remember her telling me that she was so grateful for the covenants she made in the temple that kept her from her whole body burning when she landed belly down on the fire.  I was grateful, too.

The next thing I remember was Lori taking us back to the house to see the damage.  I was so scared and told her I didn't want to but needed some stuff.  She said that it was sometimes good to go back to the scene where something bad happens.  Our minds make things worse than reality sometimes and seeing the reality gives us a true perspective.  I am so glad I did go back with her.  I was shocked at what our house looked like...the kitchen was destroyed.  There was black soot EVERYWHERE...even downstairs.

I remember going into the bathroom because I wanted my toothbrush...LOL...I don't know why I thought that of all things was so important.  But I looked at it and it was BLACK!  Gross.  Needless to say, we made a trip to the grocery store that night for some things.  :)

This made 7th grade just a little harder than a regular 7th grade year.  I didn't have clothes to wear.  I didn't live at my house.  I ate at restaurants for months at a time.  I remember wearing sweats everyday to school.  I remember my mom driving me to the bus stop in Smithfield or all the way to Richmond for school.  I was late a lot.  I remember crying one day because I wanted a BLT so bad.  I was craving it but we had no kitchen to cook in.  My mom stopped at Village Inn and asked them to make one for me.  IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD!

Years later, when I was in high school, there was a thunderstorm.  Lightning struck a field just north of our house.  Our windows were open and the smell of smoke started coming in the house very strong.  I was sitting in the kitchen and started to breathe heavily and cry uncontrollably.  I couldn't stay in the kitchen so I ran into the living room.  The Holy Ghost told me to calm down and say over and over to myself, "You are safe.  The firefighters have everything under control.  No one is getting hurt.  It is just a field.  You are safe.  The firefighters are doing a good job....."  Someone shut the windows to our house so the smell wouldn't continue to come into the house.  It wasn't until after I calmed down that I realized what effect the house fire had had on me emotionally.  I didn't realize that I had some post-traumatic stress to overcome.  To this day, I have to remind myself of those things when I see or smell smoke.

I am so grateful that our family was okay and my mom's burns healed.  What a blessing that I made it through 7th grade.  :)  I will always be grateful that my mom told us where to meet in case of a fire and grateful that Rich and Melissa came home when they did.  I don't know how long it would have taken me to realize that our house was on fire.  {shiver} I am grateful that Heavenly Father took care of us that day.

I gotta go now...the parade starts in an hour!

Brigham City Temple Experiences

On August 30, I took my girls (including Stephanie) to the Brigham City Temple Open House.  Lisa and Andrew and their family came, too.  Rebekah was so excited when I told her she was going to be able to go inside the temple.  Later, I realized the excitement was added upon because she thought that meant she was getting married.  She has picked out her husband-to-be, Spence (the little boy of my friend who watched Rebekah while I was at work).  It is really cute to watch them play together; it's as if Rebekah has a big brother.  She kept saying, "I'm going to the temple so I can marry Spence."  I tried to explain that she had to be older to get married and we were just going to see where we get married.

When we walked into the sealing room I showed Rebekah the alter and where she would kneel to marry her prince.  She said, "yep, and that's for Spence," pointing to the other side.
 

As we walked in the Celestial room I pointed up to the chandelier (it is spectacular, by the way) and as she spun around looking up at it she said, "Just like a castle."


Yes, Rebekah and Olivia and all my nieces, it is just like a castle and you are a princess.  You are a princess of a loving Father in Heaven and He has his people build these beautiful castles, called temples, for us to be married in. They are His home and we are always welcome to visit, but we must be pure and clean before Him.  I pray that you will always remain as pure as you possibly can.  And when you make mistakes, may you repent quickly and not waste away your days of probation here on this earth.
After the open house, Robert and Janet shared a DELICIOUS meal and we visited and watched the Republican convention on TV.  Fun times!  They are really nice to visit and it was nice to have a break while all the girls played together.

Yesterday was the temple dedication.  It is always a glorious thing to be part of.  I have been going to the temple every week for the last couple of months receiving strength and answers from my Father in Heaven.  It turned out to be an excellent way to prepare for this ceremony.  I felt so close to Heavenly Father and thanked Him for building such beautiful edifices for us to enter and feel His presence.  I'm not sure I can communicate the feelings I had when I said, "Hosanna, hosanna, to God and the Lamb!"  Truly, I am blessed.  We are blessed as Latter-day Saints.  The temple is God's house.  This is His church.

Temple Work

I wish I had the words to express what happened at the temple on August 18, 2012.  The feelings of love and excitement were so strong and I am grateful that Melinda let me be a part of it.

We went to the temple so that Melinda could do the endowment work for her mom, seal her mom to her parents, seal her parents together and then to finally seal herself to them.  Lots of work to do!

The endowment was wonderful as it usually is.  Then we all went to the sealing room.  The sealer began to talk and share his feelings and testimony about what was taking place that day.  I wish I could remember all the things that he said, but I distinctly remember him saying that it really didn't matter when we were sealed.  It just mattered that it was done.  Yes, of course there are added blessings for those who are sealed in this lifetime.  There are blessings that even go unnoticed, but as long as the work is done, it doesn't matter when.

After he finished talking, Roger, Melinda's cousin (Sister Murphy, sorry, I can't remember her first name), and Melinda all knelt around the alter to seal Charma to her parents.  I cannot describe the emmence feelings of love that filled the room.  Those parents love their daughter Charma SO MUCH.  I could tell that they were very grateful to finally be sealed together.

Next, Roger and Melinda knelt across from each other, acting on behalf of Lee and Charma.  Again, such great love filled the room.  It was a different kind of love though.  It was the kind of love you feel when you are twitterpated, when you are in love with your choice, when you are newly-weds.  I could sense how much they missed each other and how excited they were to be reunited.  Later, I thought about how they had been married on earth until death, but now they would be married again, for ETERNITY.  They were newly-weds in a sense.  Lee loves Charma so much!  At the same time I could feel a sort of sadness from him, almost as if he regretted taking so long to be there with her.

Finally, Melinda knelt down to be sealed to her parents.  Again, love filled the room.  I felt as if Melinda was fulfilling one of her divine purposes on this earth.  I felt honored to be her cousin and to be in the temple with her that day.  I felt she was a very strong person and a great example to her family.

This experience strengthened my testimony and I am grateful to have been able to attend.  Families can be sealed together forever in the House of the Lord.  I know that life continues after we die, relationships continue, and learning continues.  We have a Father in Heaven that loves us and does all He can to bless us.

Mission Call--November 3, 2011

I am so proud of my mom and dad for leaving everything behind to serve a mission.  The only thing I can think of better than serving a mission is having a family...now they have done both.  :)

Sledding Novemeber 19, 2011

We didn't get much snow this winter so when it came we had to take advantage of it. 

 Being nine months pregnant I didn't go down the hill, but Rebekah and Ryan had a fun time. 

 Look at that beautiful face!!

 Lisa, Andrew, and Kate came along.

I knew that Rebekah's life was about to change so I tried to do as many things with her as we could before our new little one came.  I love her so much and already loved our new baby before I even met her.  Our little family was about to change...and it definitely did, for the better...ten days later. 

A New Refridgerator

Mama's and Daddy's fridge has had problems for a while and it came time to say good-bye to the old and in with the new.  However, there was something in the way...a wall of the closet.  No problem!  We just took it out!  Don't panic!!  You are going to like it when you get home... (we hope)

Now there is a great big fridge/freezer and we can fix the wall in the coming weeks.  It is 36 inches wide and about 6 feet tall. 

 These pictures are for you, Mama and Daddy, so you can see just how big it is!

Rebekah's First Haircut

The time came to cut off Rebekah's mullet this past January.

 

I loved Cookie Cutters in Providence.  Rebekah got to pick out a show to watch during her haircut.  She picked her favorite WordWorld and didn't take her eyes off of the TV.

She never smiles for the camera when I take her picture. 

 She even got a pretty braid in her hair (sorry you can't see it very well).

They have a fun slide in the waiting area.

And you get a balloon, a cookie cutter, and a sucker when you are done!  All this for only $12. I thought it was a GREAT deal.

Sledding

 One of the ONLY times it snowed this year was right before Olivia was born.  We went sledding at the cemetery.  Ryan and Rebekah only went down the hill a couple of time because Rebekah was so tired.  I bribed her to go down by telling her I would buy her some "frefries".  She liked it, but fell asleep before we even got to McDonald's. 

 Yes, I was nine months pregnant in this picture.

Baby Animal Days 2011

 We had a great time at American Heritage Center's Baby Animal Days.  It was kinda cold and pretty muddy.  The rain cleared up just enough for us to go and started up again right before we left.

 Rebekah didn't really want to touch any of the animals so I hope she will be a little more into this year.  You can tell how much she like it by the look on her face in the picture below.

 This is our little family riding on the train.

 She liked looking at the baby ducks from a distance. When I picked it up to show her she tried to scoot away.