Happy Birthday Bree!

Happy Birthday my dear, beautiful, darling girl! 

Thank you for everything you do! Thank you for loving me unconditionally.

 I love you and your beautiful family! 

We ended Brianna’s birthday night with face masks that Aubrey got us!

 Deacon’s was a men’s mask and he said it felt volcanic!

Jackpot, NV

Just another little adventure with Aubrey. 

Sun Valley Hot Springs

Bree took us to the hot springs in Sun Valley.

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Hot Springs nestled in the Smoky Mountains of the Sawtooth National Forest.

 #heaven #idaho #ketchum #SunValley #LaborDayWeekend

Megan And Kodys Wedding Day

Aubrey spent a few days with Bree, Travis, and Deacon in Idaho.
 I went to Twin Falls with them and got to hang out with Deacon while Bree and Travis attended Kody’s wedding in the Twin Falls Temple.

Twitterpated

Last night I dreamt of Dick.

 He was being so cute! We were both in our twenties. He was kissing me so romantic and I loved it! 

I could really feel his lips on mine. 

Oh how I miss his kisses and how I miss him! 

All day today I’ve felt so twitterpated.

 Almost like it really happened!

 I think it did happen. 

I think he really was here. 

Happy Birthday Richie III

Today we drove to Logan for Brianna’s appointment. She had a bleed in her eye about 2 months ago. Brianna has been a Type 1 diabetic since she was 8. The hemorrhages she gets in her eyes are caused from high sugars throughout the years. Dick found an amazing retina specialist for her from SLC that goes to Logan once a week. Today she received another shot. The medication the doctor injects helps dissolve the old blood that’s still in the back of her eye. After the appointment we had a board meeting for the Unicorn Theatre. Bree, Aubrey, and I are all board members. Finally, after the meeting, we all met at Richie and Chrislynn’s house because it was Richie III’s birthday. My oldest grandson is 14! He is handsome, smart, kind, and I love him!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE RICHIE!!!

My beautiful family!

From left to right, back: Brianna, Richie II, Sophia, Chrislynn, Brooklyn, Anson, Aubrey, Philip, and Giselle. From left to right, front: Richie III, Josie, Deacon, and Grace.

We were missing Travis.

Sayda

I’ve tried so many times to start blogging again and I haven’t been able to start. The month after my very last post, my Christmas post, we were told that Dick would have to go home on hospice. He passed away that following month. I think one of the reasons I haven’t been able to start blogging again is because in order to start again, I have to start with a very painful 2018.

I had a very interesting thing that happened at 11:00pm tonight. I was laying on my stomach in my bed, getting ready to start a movie on Netflix when I heard Dick call my name. He said... Sayda.  The way he used to say it when he needed me to go to him. It was clear as could be. Just the way he pronounced my name... (Sī the). I looked to my right and looked at his big picture that hangs on the wall. I looked at him for a while, forgetting it was just a picture and not really him. I said, “Yes? Do you need to tell me something Dick?” It was within minutes that I felt like I needed to write this experience on my online journal. Not Facebook! Write about hearing his voice. HIS voice! I love his voice! I never want to forget what his voice sounded like. I felt him so close when he called my name. I know he is still with us. We just can’t see him. Anyway, as I signed in to blogger, I realized  that what he needed to tell me was that I need to start blogging again. I post so much on Facebook because I keep telling myself that I will transfer all those posts to my blog but  I never do it. I’m not going to wait until I catch up anymore. I’m going to start posting again and little by little I will blog on the past year and a half that I missed.

I LOVE YOU MR. CALL!

Christmas 2017... Christmas and traditions go together like Santa and cookies

It's the holiday season. Sugar cookies are baking. A fire is roaring and your favorite Christmas music is playing.

These and more are traditions we embrace around the holidays. For me, none stand out more than my husband reading 'The Night Before Christmas' by Tasha Tudor. Decades later he still reads to my children and now my grandchildren.

We had a very relaxing time. Christmas Eve was nothing fancy just finger foods, tamales, and lots of games. For the past few years, Travis buys prime rib for our Christmas dinner. 

This year Brianna and I requested brisket.

Giselle brought her good friend, Beth and her boyfriend, Philip. Anson and Brooklyn showed up, and last but not least, Aubrey arrived on Christmas Eve. 

This year Richie, Chrislynn, and their family spent Christmas with Chrislynn's family in Utah and were greatly missed.

Mom and Dad's bed

 will always be the most popular place in our home.

These two make delicious cookies and frosting!

Travis and Aubrey mixed up their pajamas to be funny.

It's around this time in the evening - 11 p.m. or so since my family is mainly filled with night owls. Dick settles into his corner on the couch in the front living room by the fire that him or Anson stoked through the evening.

The book that he reads from is no ordinary book. It's 'The Night Before Christmas' that is about 42 years old according to the copyright date. Dick's mother gave it to us the first year we were married in 1979. That's 38 years ago! Our children sit around him and listen to him as he reads the poem. 

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL

 AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT!