tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26346721835879467622023-11-15T07:34:18.483-08:00Everything RenaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634672183587946762.post-40866221363625890372012-09-12T15:47:00.001-07:002012-09-12T15:52:21.469-07:00A day to say goodbye!<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">It was a monday when I heard my phone ring and saw my brothers name...I knew it was not good since we do most of our communicating through texting.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"Dad told mom to call an ambulance and they took him to the hospital and mom is pretty upset." he said.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"okay, I will call mom." I said.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">A very long week goes by with so many tears shed every day. I couldn't bear to see him in pain again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Mom calls on Sunday after I had had a very tough morning worrying about him.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"If you want to see your dad before he goes....It's time to come home."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Tears.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"I'm on my way!" I mumbled through sobs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">A very nervous drive the next morning with my kids and fear! I was stricken with fear. Not because I was afraid of him dying, but like I said, I couldn't bear to see him in pain.... I didn't want to. But I wanted to say goodbye.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">When I walked in and saw his body just struggling to breathe, I could barely bear it.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> I said, "Hi Dad!" </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">He grunted a sound that kinda sounded like huh, and tried to open his eyes. It didn't quite happen. I cried and cried. Then cried some more. But I had a hard time staying in the room. I found myself just peaking in every few minutes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">The night went on and Ben got there around 11p.m. We all visited for a while and around midnight it was time for bed so I bent down and kissed my dad on the cheek and said goodnight and went out to my tent to get some sleep. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">About 4 minutes later I hear Loni scream..."RENA!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"COME NOW!!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I went running in and saw that he was not breathing. I asked if he was gone and he took his last breath and was.....</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">We cried and said goodbye. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Then the tears turned in to tears of joy. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">NO more pain!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">NO more struggling to breathe!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">NO more watching him suffer!!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I felt glad and happy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Sad that my Daddy was gone from this earthly life, but ultimate relief!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I loved, love, and will always love my Dad! </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">He was the sweetest guy I have ever met.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I am greatful for his love and wisdom that he shared with me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I am the luckiest girl to have had the best dad on the earth for 36 years, 11 months, and 11 days!!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Till we meet again Dad!</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Marvin Graham McEntire Sr.</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">April 26, 1941-September 11, 2012</span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634672183587946762.post-69255448185723698172012-04-14T23:43:00.000-07:002012-04-14T23:43:03.603-07:00Lesson procrastinationIs it me or is it time for them to make new Young Womens manuals?<br />
I read my lesson and feel like it's out dated and not applicable. Good thing for websites like sugar doodle. It saves me every time. But I try to pull things from the manual, even if it is just a line or two.<br />
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The reason for doing my lesson at midnight is because I have had a very fun filled week with my girlfriend Janette from Florida.<br />
That is her new description. Everywhere we went I would introduce her as Janette Fromflorida. As if it were her new last name 'fromflorida'.... and people who had never met her would say, "oh, this must be Janette!" Do I talk about her much?<br />
Everyone needs a Janette Fromflorida! I just wish she was Janette Fromnextdoor!! I feel myself fighting back the tears the day I have to take her to the airport, or to her sisters to continue her vacation with someone else. I fought it and would talk myself out of a meltdown everytime I went in the bathroom. Is it fair that I have to share her? I don't think so. I love her most, so I should have her all to myself....right? And when I drove her to her sisters, I practically carried her luggage in threw it on the floor and said, "Okay, see ya later, gotta run!" I just hate saying goodbye to her, because I know it might be a month or two or three or a year before I see her again... and I hate that so much. I'm so lucky to have her as a best friend and I will leave it at that! Until we meet again dear friend...hopefully sooner than later!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634672183587946762.post-48060001136074587182012-01-03T18:59:00.000-08:002012-01-03T18:59:50.017-08:00New, New, New!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Coming into the new year, I started thinking about all the new things that I wanted to do. Or, 'resolve' to do. And it came to me that I should start a new blog for just me! Now granted it might be full of wonderful or not so wonderful things my kids do now and then but for the most part, I want it to be Everything ME! Does that sound too self involved? Oh well, the rest of the day is for everyone else, so this will be all about the things I love, the fun crafts I have done, now that I have a fun crafting partner, and my journey on transforming my body this year! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm excited!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My goals this year, besides transforming my body, are to be more outgoing and to be nice and not judge!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Happy New Year!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0