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Sunday, November 23, 2008

Aloha Sunday (and have a nice day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

It's Aloha Sunday today. Normally we celebrate it on Friday, but since I shed tears on Friday I decided to push it back to Sunday.

Today I was thinking of posting a review of Twilight the Movie by a CTD who never read Twilight the book because I know everyone is dying to hear what a CTD who never read the book thinks about the movie.

I thought it would be an appropriate sabbath topic since Twilight will soon be canonized as gospel doctrine, but I think I'll wait until tomorrow because that vampire was righteous, but he was also smokin' hot! (ahem . . . too smokin' hot for the sabbath perhaps--and yet not in a smokin' hot nasty way . . . more in a smokin' hot HOLY way, or at least in a smokin' hot HOLY BATMAN! way, which technically might be within the sabbath boundaries).

But I think I'll still make you wait until tomorrow just for the sake of building the anticipation and excitement (plus that will give me time to write the review during sacrament meeting).

Today, rather than say anything smokin' or substantial or sad or sweet, I think I'll just chatter aimlessly. If that's okay with you.

There are a few things I should clear up about yesterday's post--a few details I added and a few details I didn't add.

First, I didn't really drink a gallon of eggnog or buy a dozen apple pies. I also didn't speak any French to my students. It's a English class and I don't speak French in English. I don't speak French in French either. The only French thing I know how to say is pick your nose, and even though I was sorely tempted to tell my students to pick their noses, I refrained because I'm a professional.

And one more thing. My eyes weren't as dry as a bone on Saturday. I actually cried on Saturday too.

I also went to the temple at 6 a.m. and walked out of the dressing room and down the hall with my dress on backwards. I would have done the whole session with my dress on backwards if the sweet helper ladies hadn't caught me by the arm and escorted me back to the dressing room as they exchanged sweet helper lady smiles.

I also messed up on the words and the temple coordinator had to be summoned to tell me to start over.

But none of these blunders can be blamed on hormonal insanity. I blame the fact that I didn't get to sleep until 2 a.m. because I was sobbing my heart out. Literally. My heart almost popped out from all the sobbing.

Before you think I'm an estrogen wreck, let me explain.

You all know every corner I turned this week brought me face to face with everyone's loss and pain and grief, which was suspicious because I wasn't even preparing for a gospel doctrine lesson. I admit I began to entertain fears that someone I loved, like my sister, who happened to be in the hosptital, might die.

But then she didn't so I went to bed.

I was sleeping soundly until 11 p.m when the phone rang. It was the Elder's Chorum President. He was calling about one of my friends in the ward who's three year old son had put a piece of plastic in his mouth and swallowed it. They couldn't dislodge it.

He was gone.

Inconsolable INCONSOLABLE inconsolable

Exquisitely inconsolable

Heart breakingly heart wrenchingly heart achingly inconsolable

To hear a sobbing mother who has just lost her tender child is unforgettably unforgetable and utterly unutterable

There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on.

This line from Les Miserables the musical is all I can think of to say.

I could tell that even my cute husband wad deeply saddened because I found him downstairs watching cowboy movies at 4:30 a.m.

How fortunate we are for every single day, hour, minute, second our children live and breathe and laugh and cry and whine and wear us out and drive us crazy.

Thank God for every crazy moment!

Go and gather your children around you RIGHT NOW! For time is running short. Huddle them together. Kiss them, hug them, LoVe them, read to them, play games with them . . . as if it were the last kiss, hug, love, book, game in the world.

Go borrow some money and take them to Disneyworld. Better yet, rob a bank so you don't have to pay the money back. God will forgive you in the end.

Crowd every corner of your life with as many memories you can squeeze into your soul so you'll have more to cry over when it happens to you. Because it will happen. To all of us. It's the name of the game and we all signed on the dotted line.

(Shucks, I just got all sad and substantial again, didn't I?)

Anyway, Carpe Diem!

And alooooooHA!

And I pinky promise tomorrow I'll be funny again.

LY everyone, LY!!!

And have a nice day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

p.s. I'm not really blogging right now. I'm in sacrament meeting writing my Twilight review.

19 comments:

Heidi Ashworth said...

Oh, man! That is just the worst! Kissing my little guy as I type (the others don't really like much kissing). Nutz!

Funny Farmer said...

I give up. I started this day with tears over Pat's post. I guess I'm just gonna cry all day now.

Kristina P. said...

Wow, this made even me teary eyed.

Mariko said...

I heard about this yesterday (the person who told me didn't know how old the child was--for some reason they thought I should know him from school) and now that I'm hearing more details I am thanking God (literally, not in the taking His name type of way) that this hasn't happened to me. She constantly puts things in her mouth and has choked many times in her two years, and it always freaks me out completely. I was just starting to feel annoyed that I have had to hold her constantly for the last two days because she is sick, but now I am thanking God again.
Not crying, but you're never going to see me closer.
"pressess" Pressing Kisses.
I'll tell my husband he has to go to Disneyland with me because you said so.

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Jami said...

Oh I'm so sorry. I have a daily goal of hugging each of my kids at least once a day. I have to tackle a few of them, but generally we get our snuggles in.

amshe-a morning gal

Anjeny said...

Crash, upon reading the earlier part of your post, I was laughing but as I get to the end of it I was a complete mess {it looked as though someone had a turned on the water work in me} that my son sitting next to me was giving me weird/worried glances. Sad, sad, terribly sad about that lil kid, breaks my heart.
I will take your advice and go rob a bank so I can take my little and not so little ones to Disney Land..you did say God will forgive me, no?

Pat said...

Oh. My. Goodness. K putting things in perspective right now. What. in. the. world. is. going. on. right. now? How can so many people be going through so much? Perhaps it is part of that whole end of the world thing, I keep hearing about. I guess the Lord is giong to be very busy wiping tears, huh?

I am LoW said...

:-(

Melanie J said...

I'm giving my little guys extra smooches today. They'll be ticked, but too bad. My loving won't be denied!

Pat said...

And it is totally strange, but when I was in the shower today, I actually thought about robbing a bank and going to Disneyland. That's what we all need, the happiest place on earth.

SWIRL said...

{{hugs}] so sorry Deb.
I'm soo soo sorry.
wish I had read your blog- before I called you and asked if you had any kidney beans to borrow...
then asked if you were sick-- because you sounded congested...
pretty poor timing..
typical "put my foot in my mouth" moment..

so sad.

Liz said...

we got the phone call on friday night as well. and then i got another one on saturday morning from the hospital. i just feel so sad for the family and hope that they are feeling the Lord's love more than anything right now and for many years to come. she is terribly blessed to have you as her RS pres.

Jen said...

So sorry. When children leave us it is so heartbreaking. I'll send my prayers to Hawaii tonight!

Motherboard said...

That is my worst fear right there. How lucky they are to have you.

You would be the best RS president EVER!

on a sidenote: My cuz lives in Hawaii-- on the big island... small world. (Last name Naeole)

Funny Farmer said...

Headline on the second page of my Sunday paper:

FBI BRACES FOR BANK-ROBBERY BOOM

They're on to ya, Crash.

Alyson (New England Living) said...

There you go again! I had to reading this as my own 3 year old sat by me. I'm a bucket of tears.

I will be telling Heavenly Father that it was you who told me that I'd be forgiven for robbing the bank. Ok?

Emily Anne Leyland ( Art-n-Sewl) said...

You know- there are no words. Something similar happened when I lived in Utah. A mother backed over her 2 yr old right down from our house. It is a traumatic and horrible thing to go through, for everyone. I am sorry Deb. I hope you have some peace as you deal with this.

myimaginaryblog said...

I came over here to tell you how to do the overstrike code because I saw you asking about it over at Kristina's. (I don't know why I should be so generous since your blog is already awesomer than mine and I should hoard any secrets I do have up my sleeve. But I pretty much stole the wonderful overtrike technique from Dave Barry anyway.) Anyway I had seen somebody else mention about something sad here in the comments at Navel Gazing, but I'd forgotten and wasn't braced. This is so heartbreaking. If you'll be conveying any of our condolences to the 3-year-old's family, please include mine. Life is so fragile, it's amazing any of us has survived as long as we have, *especially* our little ones, but even so it's horribly shocking and distressing when one of those many many things that can go wrong actually does.

So here's the overstrike code. Blogger wont' let me use the tag in a comment, so I'll have to spell it out for you: it's left caret S right caret S on the left of whatever you want to be overstrickene, and left caret forward slash S right caret afterwards. In Wordpress they have a little button you can push to do the code for you; maybe if you hunt around you'll find such a thing in Blogger, too. (?)