December 12, 2013

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Ben & I - December 1980

Today is my brother's birthday. He was born on 12/12/80.  He would have been 33 today.

All week I've thought about how I wanted to do a blog post on his birthday and say things to him that I wish I could have said over the past 10 months.

But now as I sit here I almost feel like a blank slate.  I feel like I have nothing to say and that I should just log off, hoping that maybe that flow of words will come later.

Perhaps I'll start with this:

Sunday I was reading a little article that said something along the lines of "children who know their family history feel more secure in their lives".  The premise was that children who are told stories about their parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles etc. grow up knowing where they belong and where they came from.  Also, children who know the story of their own births, the story of how they got their names and where they fit in a family are better off in society. 

Over the past 10 months I have felt that crack in my foundation.  I've said before that Ben was an "always" person for me - meaning that he was always there.  I have no memories prior to his birth.  He, along with my parents and grandparents, were people who I had never been without.  It gave me a firm foundation whereon I was able to build my identity. 

Now I feel that void.  The knowledge that he isn't there haunts me.  In some ways I feel like I don't know who I am totally.  I mean, so much is the same about me, but so very much is different.

My siblings and I at Ben's wedding

 When people ask me how many siblings I have, I have to pause and think about it.  Even though I believe that Ben is still alive somewhere, for the moment I am no longer a person who has a brother.  I just have two sisters.  Something is off in the balance of my life.  We were never a family of three children.... but we are now. 

There's a crack in my life's foundation.

Perhaps the hardest thing has been what I feared it would be.  The text messages I can't send.  The phone calls I can't make.  The visits that will never happen.  Sometimes when I think of the long future ahead of me without my brother I feel a horrible choking sensation.  I still can't quite deal with that thought.

There are pictures I still can't bear to look at.  I still haven't watched the DVD from his funeral of pictures of his life.

While I believe that Ben is still involved in our lives and cares about what we're doing, it's painfully lonely to not have him here, as always, chatting about it with me in person.

Today I'm allowing myself to remember.  To embrace the emotions on a day that I used to celebrate.  Even though my heart aches, I'm grateful that I loved him enough to miss him so much.  It means our bond was close. 

Sometimes I feel him.  I see his little half grin and I feel his love.  I'm grateful for these snippets of time in my busy life.  They are moments when I feel partially back to normal.

For those of you who haven't yet experienced this loss in your lives, I ask that you be patient this holiday season with people whose hearts are full of days past.  Be gentle.  Be understanding.  And have faith that when it's your turn, others will do the same for you.

Happy Birthday B. 

I'll love you for always.


December 9, 2013

Christmas Letter 2013

I bet you thought I'd given up on blogging.  You may be correct.  We'll just see.  One of my main problems is time (translation:  My Dad seeing me slack off during the day) and the fact that I don't have a computer at my parent's house.  So I just borrow my mom's, which doesn't have any of my pictures.  Since I kinda feel like pictureless blogs are a total let down, I have hit a slump.

On that note, I hope you enjoy this pictureless letter.  Our 2013 Hadley Happenings.


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Hadley Happenings 2013

There is no greater gift at Christmas than 
to have everything you want before you open the gifts.

Steve & Aspen:  Steve is sneaking up on his 15 year mark working for Intermountain.  He likes to list all the reasons that growing a beard makes a man more attractive.  Aspen continues to stay home and some days wants to arm wrestle the baby for who gets a nap.  We recently sold our home and are living with Aspen’s parents while looking /saving for a new home. 

Ms. Els has turned 10 and was finally able to get her ears pierced.  Afterwards she felt a little bit lied to as “that pinched much harder than she’d been told it would!”  Thankfully the reward of having sweet new earrings outweighed the injury sustained.  Our sassy girl is now the same height that her mother was in the 6th grade and as the leader of the pack insists on walking ahead of the group at all times.  When she sets her tyrannical tendencies aside she is the best co-parent Aspen could hope for!

Cadie Lu:  (almost 8) broke both bones in her left arm over the summer in a spectacular scooter crash.  She re-broke her left arm in November in a spectacular trampoline launch aided by an angry sibling.  Cadie continues to truly excel in school - learning Chinese and being invited to test for an advanced program.  She got 100% on every end of year exam.  And yet, she can never find her shoes, can’t remember which toothbrush is hers, and isn’t sure if she made her bed this morning.  Also, she likes to take off her socks and fill them with crushed leaves at recess. 

J Bear: (5) continues to memorize random things, such as calendar dates and street numbers.   He  remembers pretty much everything you ever say to him, so tread lightly!  He also falls down a lot and is convinced that riding a bike isn’t for him.  He likes to play video games and tell jokes.  He’s become interested in cars and when he opened the utility closet in a home the other day he yelled, “Look there’s the house’s engine!”

Bubba J: (2 this month) has discovered the word no, scowling, screaming and insists on speaking really loudly in quiet places.  He loves all things with engines – trains, cars, trucks, airplanes and helicopters.  He screams for joy when he hears one drive or fly by during the day.  He has been known to beg for Jeep rides relentlessly.  Bubba J is our only blonde, blue-eyed baby and his siblings love to make him laugh and teach him funny phrases and noises.

This holiday we are so grateful for all the goodness we’ve received this past year.  In particular, we want to thank you for your kind words, cards and emails at the passing of Aspen’s brother, Ben, in February.  We are grateful for our belief that we will see our loved ones again!  And we are especially grateful for the blessing of family and friends who bring us much happiness daily!! 

Merry Christmas from the Hadley's  

October 18, 2013

Movers and Shakers

You know what's weird?

Moving back in with your parents after almost two decades of living on your own.

Oops.... that just reminded me that I left my mom's clothes in the washing machine and I was supposed to change them out.

Busted.

I'd better go do that.

Anyhow, it's the little things like that which make me feel strangely off kilter.

Also, lying on the bed of my past bedroom...next to man.... who may try to kiss me.  ILLEGAL!!!

One thing I am loving is having my Jasec Benjamin living in my brother Ben's old room.  I'm loving how he wakes up each morning yelling "jeep, cars, truck" and basically goes straight out to the garage where he wants to spend his entire day following Grandpa around and sitting in the front seat of whichever vehicle we'll put him in.  Just like his Uncle Ben used to do.

It's bittersweet.  I hope Ben's looking down from heaven on his little namesake and loving watching him as much as I do.

So, I suppose you've gathered that the Hadley's are in transition.  As with all things, once I make a decision I tend to run full steam ahead, dragging poor Hubs along with me like a bleeding carcass of confusion behind my locomotive.

Good news is that this time he's alive and was on the same page as me.  Okay, he too wanted to sell the house.  I don't think he realized that once I got the green light I'd be like the Mario Andretti of real estate.

He will most likely need a hospital stay to recuperate.

See, I think we decided on like October 1st to sell our house.  We listed it on October 8th.  We moved in with my parents on October 12th, and as of today we're under contract.  BAM!

If everything goes smoothly we'll close on the sale by November 20th.

Hubs is taking cola by the IV in the family room right now.  I think he's whimpering too.

Your next question is probably "Where are you going next?"

It's a good question.

I'll look forward to finding out the answer myself.

For now, I hope my parents are enjoying living with my slightly nutty family.  I tried to prepare them:

"So, Els is kind of a hypochondriac and you'll hear her complaining about her ailments daily".....  So far she's complained about a numb pinky finger, slightly bent toe, achy kneecap, an eye that 'feels strange', and a mysterious burning sensation in her thigh.

"So, Cadence tends to not focus that well"......  Favorite so far is when I was lecturing her about keeping her back pack and jacket hung on her designated hook and when I took a moment to breath she said, 'Did you know that leather back turtles are the largest reptile in the sea?'.

"So, Joel's mind is always one step ahead of what he's actually doing"....  My dad came to me the other morning and said Joel had left a little surprise in the toilet and my mom had tried to blame him for it.  Ha ha.  I should have let him take the fall.  My reply was, 'I'm pretty sure Joel is already playing a game in the next room by the time he washes his hands.  As far as his brain is concerned, he went potty like 15 minutes ago.'

Jasec, well, there's not much to say other than he's 22 months old now.  He vacillates between absolutely darling and slightly neurotic.  Truth.

Hopefully we'll all come out of this situation alive, well, and still willing to see each other.

As for that kissing thing....I promised not to conceive any babies in my parent's basement.  I feel like it's the least I can do!

October 4, 2013

Grief Intelligence

Friends,

At the risk of being a downer, I feel compelled to share something with you.  My sister, Camille, posted this article on Facebook today and I loved it.  No, I ADORED it.  It's about the grieving process.

As I've experienced a loss this past year that has changed my life forever, and still has the power to take my breath away with it's pain, I'm so grateful to read this and know that I'm "normal".  Many of the things she mentions in this article I have personally experienced, and am still experiencing: 

"tears, sleepless nights, sorrow and a heartache that knocks you to your knees. It can be hard to concentrate, hard to think clearly, hard to read and easy to forget all the details of life that everyone else seems to remember."

We can't make it through this life without facing grief.  Grief comes in many forms, but someday we will all be touched by the loss of a loved one.

So, whether you're saying goodbye now, have lost someone in the past, or have been fortunate enough to not part with someone yet, I hope you'll read this and take comfort in knowing that the heart's capacity to love is one of our greatest gifts.

Love,
Aspen


Ben and I, Christmas 1982


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GRIEF INTELLIGENCE: A PRIMER
by Ashley Davis Bush, LCSW

For the past 25 years, I have worked with thousands of grievers. I have sat with widows and widowers, the young and the old. I have offered tissues to bereaved parents in their inconsolable grief. I have normalized, educated, listened to and championed those grievers who, through tremendous pain, still engaged with life.

In the decades since my book Transcending Loss was published, the grieving process has not changed. As I interact with grievers from around the world, I am reminded of the universality of grief. And though each person has their own journey, still they share many common experiences.

Yet, still, I see and hear so much misinformation and confusion around grief. Principally, this comes from the widely-held myths that grief should be easy, that grief should be short, that grief has closure, that people should get on with their lives unchanged and that ongoing connection with the deceased is somehow pathological.

So, in trying to set the record straight, I'm offering seven principles in this primer on grief intelligence.

Most people don't learn these lessons until life thrusts them onto the roller coaster of major loss. However, if we can get the word out, then perhaps a new generation of individuals will feel more supported and understood when it is their time to grieve.

1. Grief is a normal reaction -- Grief is the natural emotional and physical response to the death of a loved one. Although our society desperately wants to avoid the messiness of deep sorrow, there is no way out except through the pain. Typical numbing techniques such as medications, alcohol and food are only temporary distractions to dull the pain.

Letting oneself grieve by going directly into the pain -- in manageable doses over a long period of time -- is healing. Avoiding the pain simply forces it to go deep into the heart where it subtly affects emotional and physical health.

2. Grief is hard work -- Grief isn't easy and it isn't pretty. It involves tears, sleepless nights, pain, sorrow and a heartache that knocks you to your knees. It can be hard to concentrate, hard to think clearly, hard to read and easy to forget all the details of life that everyone else seems to remember. Grievers frequently feel that they're going crazy and they sometimes wish to die. This doesn't mean that they're actively suicidal, it just means that they're grieving.

3. Grief doesn't offer closure -- Closure is an idea that we like because we want to tie up our emotional messes with a bow and put them in the back of a closet. But grief refuses to play this game. Grief tends towards healing not closure. The funeral can be healing, visiting a gravesite can be healing, performing rituals, writing in journals and making pilgrimages can be personally meaningful and healing. But they will not bring closure. Closure is relevant to business deals but not to the human heart.

4. Grief is lifelong -- Although we all want quick fixes and short-term solutions, grief won't accommodate us. Many people want grief to be over in a few weeks or a few months and certainly within a year. And yet, many grievers know that the second year is actually harder than the first. Why Because the shock has worn off and the reality of the pain has truly sunk in.

I let grievers know that the impact of grief is lifelong just as the influence of love is also lifelong. No matter how many years go by, there will be occasional days when grief bursts through with a certain rawness. There will be days, even decades later, when sadness crosses over like a storm cloud. And likely, every day going forward will involve some memory, some connection to missing the beloved.

5. Grievers need to stay connected to the deceased -- While some might find it odd or uncomfortable to keep talking about a loved one after they have passed, or find it disconcerting to see photographs of those who have died, it is healthy to keep the connection alive. My heart goes out to a generation or more of grievers who were told to cut their ties to their deceased loved ones, to move on, almost as if they had never existed. Such unwitting cruelty! It is important to honor the birthdays and departure days of deceased loved ones. Their physical presence may be gone, but they remain in relationship to the griever in a new way beyond form, a way based in spirit and love.

6. Grievers are changed forever -- Those who expect grievers to eventually get back to their old selves, will be quite disappointed. Grief, like all major life experiences, changes a person irrevocably. People don't remain unchanged after getting an education, getting married, having a baby, getting divorced or changing careers. Grief, too, adds to the compost mixture of life, creating rich and fertile soil. It teaches about living and dying, about pain and love and about impermanence. While some people are changed by grief in a way that makes them bitter and shut down, it is also possible to use grief as a springboard for compassion, wisdom, and open-heartedness.

7. Grievers can choose transcendence -- Transcendence has to do with gaining perspective, seeing in a new way and holding pain in a larger context. Seeing one's grief from a larger perspective allows it to be bearable and gives it meaning. For one, transcendence might mean reaching out to those who suffer. For another, it might mean giving to a cause that will benefit others. Grievers who choose transcendence recognize that they are not alone, that they share a common human condition, and that they are amongst so many who have experienced love and loss. They use their pain in a way that touches others. The pain is still there, of course, but it is transformed.

So I invite you to reflect on these grief principles, how they might be true for you and how they might be true for someone you know and love. Share and share again so that we might spread grief intelligence far and wide. Perhaps we can effect a change so widespread that grievers will know what to expect. Hopefully, we all can be comforted, in small ways, by that knowledge.


September 25, 2013

Foxy Park City Ladies - Hella Happy

Ladies and Gents,

This blog is struggling.  I believe it cries at night, just waiting and wishing and hoping that I'd have something to share on it's empty pages.  Waiting for the breath of life that my keyboard brings.

Sorry, Blog Dearest, but I've been working on other projects.  One of those projects is building a family.  It takes a lot of work.  Other projects just make me look bad, or instill a false sense of hope in those I tell about them.  So, for now, just know I wish I could visit you more and I miss you too.

In the spirit of taking a break I'm here to report on my annual Park City getaway with my gal pals.  I apologize, because I know for a fact that many of the funny things that happen on this trip won't make you giggle if you don't know my friends.  This post is, in fact, mostly for my friends and I to gobble up the juicy morsels of the weekend after the fact.

I don't know what happens to perfectly respectable mid-30s ladies upon being released in a hotel room for 48 hours, but we like to revert back to the days of our youth.  We stay up way too late, eat lots of junk, giggle and giggle and giggle, play card games, watch music videos on You Tube and just generally devolve.  The bad part about this is the fact that the older we get the harder it's getting to keep from wetting our pants.  Also, the worse our recovery time is getting.  I've been home for 4 days now and I still have a stomach ache.  And I still need a nap.

The weekend was successful.

This year I did actually take a few pictures.  Let us pause in honor of this historical moment.  Really, we can thank our smart phones for the fact that our time was documented for once.

Friday night we busted out of the house in the early afternoon.  I have to say that we love the irony of the fact that we ditched fathers just as babies were waking up from naps.  One husband had injured himself at work that day and as we helped his wife carry her bags to the car we were just smiling and nodding as he told us about it.  Finally he said, "You guys don't really care, do you?"  Ha ha.  Too true.  We left him nursing an achy ankle and high-fived as we laid rubber in the driveway.  'Cause we don't care!

After a bit of a housing fiasco involving many phone calls to the management company, the arrival of two roll away beds and me literally lifting a queen size bed across the room (Yes, Amber had her dainty little hand on the bed attempting to "help me", but she just looked pretty.  The real muscle got the job done) and quickly calling "not it" on sharing a room with Becky we were ready to hit the shops.

* Side note.  Becky now has a c-pap machine and insists her snoring has improved.  As she was relegated to the couch bed in the living room there are no witnesses to testify either way.

Serious shoppers went and did serious shopping.  Britnee, Alison and I did this:

Me, Brit & Al

Saturday we did the Extreme Zip Line at the Olympic Park.  Okay, those of us who wear big girl panties did it.  The rest of them sat in a field of grass and slept.  It was a two hour wait.  Everyone got sunburned.  But the ride was pretty fantastic.  I'll never do it again because of the wait.  Oh, and I appreciate the Park City employee who when Amber asked me if I had any tips for her when it was her turn inserted, "Try not to die!"  Loved the way he instilled confidence in our plummet!

Here is a pic of the four FABULOUSLY BRAVE WOMEN at the bottom of the hill before taking the chair lift up.  We started out above those ramp things and went past were we are standing in this pic.

Amber, Laurie, Me and Alison

I won't bore you with the specifics of the rest of the day.  But I will share with you some things we learned.

* If you tie a twist tie onto your steering wheel you can loop one finger through it in order to drive in a more relaxed manner.  Yes, that extra inch you may have to reach for the steering wheel may be too far.  And yes, she's never had an accident.

* Whales sound sad.

* Breast your cards at all times.  Canasta is a rough and tumble game.

* A certain person isn't going to dress up like a snow princess, despite our best efforts to convince her otherwise.

* You can keep pee in by crossing your legs really hard.  Most of the time!  But no sneezing!

* You can dance while keeping one hand on the table.

* A 44 oz coke and a unisom cancel each other out.  The coke makes you need to get up to go potty all night long, but the unisom makes you dizzy and you run into things... like the glass shower door.

* Roll away beds can be forced to fit almost anywhere.  And yes, there is a real danger of being folded in half.

* Sleeping with your head rammed against a wall makes it easy to hear the ladies chatting in the next room.

* What happens on the mountain stays on the mountain.

* You don't want to stand next to us in a 2 hour line.

* It's fun to all look out a window at a couple having a heated discussion in the parking lot and come up with what they are saying to each other.   As I was typing this I realized that sharing what we made up for their "chat" makes us sound like horribly disgusting people.  (In a clean and honorable way!) But it was funny.

* Half of us would be willing to try peeing in an adult diaper on a road trip.  Half of us refuse.

* We have some interesting taste in music.

*We all know how we became vampires.

I couldn't end this without sending a shout out of love and hope to sweet Tawna's family.  At 2:30 in the morning on Friday night she got a phone call saying her brother had been in an accident and was being life flighted to IMC in Murray.  Becky and Jolene were quick to drive her down to SLC at 2:30 in the a.m. and then come back up to Park City.

Yes, Tawna, we did have fun, but we also prayed for your family at each meal and talked about you all day.

As always, I'm so incredibly grateful for my girlfriends.  Love you all!!!!

To end, I just want to share perhaps the number one thing we learned this weekend:

What the fox says...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jofNR_WkoCE


August 21, 2013

Soccer Schmoccer

So, it's been a while since I blogged.

Whatever.

Life is busy during the summer with all four kids at home.

Also... having all four kids home all day doesn't really provide me with a lot to laugh about, 'cause I'm usually crying.

I was scrolling through some pictures this afternoon and came across some from Joel's first ever soccer game.  I wasn't there, because {shocker} Jasec had another ear infection and was sick.

Whatever.... {sigh}.

These pictures made me giggle.  I thought I'd make up my own story of how Joel's first soccer game went.  If a picture is worth 1000 words....

I really need to preface this with a little story.  A few months ago I decided maybe Joel should have some social skills.  {Translation:  Please, please, please do ANYTHING but play computer/DS all day long!}

We had a conversation that went like this:

Me:  Joel, what sport would you like to play?
Joel:  What's a sport?
{Crum.... he's more messed up that I realized!}
Me:  It's a game you play with a ball.  Soccer, basketball, football.
Joel:  Why would I wanna do that?

So, when my friend invited Joel to sign up with her son for soccer this fall I decided that I'd better introduce him to sports.  'Cause I want him to have friends.  And I REALLY want him to move out someday and not create a man's gaming cave in my basement where he will have mustache growing competitions with his internet buddies.

Now, enjoy.....


It's 8:15 on a Saturday morning.  I can't quite bring myself to open the blinds yet, 'cause I should still be sleeping.  But Joel looks so handsome in his new uniform.  And so grown up.  He's gonna make me millions! "I like these clothes, Mom!"  I gently remind it's that it's called a uniform and you wear it when you play sports.  I'm not sure if he fully grasps the concept.


  
"Huh, so this is soccer.  I'm unimpressed.  Can someone please explain to me just exactly HOW this is more fun than Mario?"   


"Man, I have worked up some serious thirst sitting on that lawn.  Whew!"


"Seriously, am I the only one here who realizes we've been punked by our parents?"  


"Hey, I just noticed there are girls on our team!  Mom said I looked cute in my uniform.  Strike a pose...  'What's happenin' ladies!' "


"Oh, now I get it.  It's just a big game of follow the leader!  Someone should move that huge net, it's totally in the way!"

July 10, 2013

The Car Show

A few weeks back my family went to the Bountiful Coats for Kids Car Show.   The show is mainly comprised of old restored and hot rod type cars.  It's really fun to watch.  Hubs and I went with Jasec to watch the parade while my parents drove my brother Ben's truck and my three "older" kids rode along.  It was pretty cool.

Cadence and her parade wave from the back seat

The parade route goes along Main Street to about 400 South and then all the cars flip a "u" and parade back down to the beginning point.  A large oval.

Jasec LOVED it and kept saying "Cahs, Cahs, Cahs" (Cars) the entire time.


One particular car caught our eye.  It was somewhat unexpected and didn't fit in.  However, Hubs and I didn't think too much of it 'cause technically Ben's truck isn't a "classic" car and there aren't rules about that kind of thing.  I don't think there are anyhow.

But, regardless, we did chuckle as this sweet ride went by:

Technically this could be considered a classic,
as it's most assuredly from a "day gone by"....

We went on enjoying our eye candy until that little wagon passed us again.  This time the geriatric couple was gesturing wildly and looking around at all the people lining the street.

Hubs and I began to chuckle.  Could it be possible that this couple did not intend to parade down Main Street but had instead somehow slipped past the guard while out doing errands and ended up being featured in a car show?

Yes, indeed friends, that is EXACTLY what happened.  Because just a short ways from where Hubs and I were standing we saw this:


They got out of that parade and parked in the first open parking lot, all the while gesturing at each other.

He he he.

I'm sure it isn't as funny in the retelling, but while it was happening Hubs and I were busting up and wondering if we were the only one's who saw this little display of geriatric success.

After the parade we walked up and down Main Street where the cars had parked and you could see them up close.  Joely got to try out this sweet ride...


Just before going home we went to see the Burn Out.  This is where any of the hot rods that want to can compete to see who can lay the biggest strip of rubber and make the biggest smoke cloud.  It's pretty cool, and loud.

Some of us were unimpressed.


But, as Ms. Els reminds me often, she's "practically a pre-teen", so it'll be years before she finds anything interesting again.

All in all a lovely evening.

Hopefully next year we can see our geriatric champions again... with FLAMES painted on their wagon!