Saturday, January 19, 2019

Susan's Memorial Service



Susan was the oldest of 4.
I always thought it interesting 
how her siblings were all 5 years apart. 

I wonder if her parents planned it that way.

It was sad seeing this empty chair 
next to her siblings at her viewing. 
Spencer, Corinne, and Dale

There's got to be a story behind this picture below, 
but I haven't learned what it is yet. 


I hadn't even noticed anything wrong with this picture at Susan's Service until my granddaughter Elora found me and said in a panicked sounding state, "Did you see that picture of Susan? She has 3 hands! Why does she have 3 hands?" 

My guess is Susan preferred this picture.
She loved to laugh.



Her kids did a most excellent job speaking about her life.
Story after story about how Christ like she was.


But it was also pointed out that so many of her virtues were developed through the years through her numerous trials, perseverance and softened sweet heart. We were reminded that she didn't just arrive on earth like this.

Susan had a very tough life. Her son remembers her always sick while he was growing up. She was in and out of the hospital continually with Lupus, and then heart disease. Her last baby, Carly was stillborn. Her first marriage didn't survive. 

She was then single for 21 years.

Susan then prayed to find someone she could take care of "to repay all the service that had been given her." And as her son Jon said in his talk, "Enter Richard Rozier. And little did she know that he would be such a blessing to her. That he would serve her, and love her unconditionally like she deserved."

I'm thankful Susan was and is a part of our family. 
I could feel the unity that day at the burial...
with other family members who had passed, 
on all around our feet...


My nephew Romeo who drowned in 1998 at the age of 18 months. 



My niece Robin who died of leukemia in 2008,
with her maker right there near Susan.







And my Mom very near by who died in 2007, 
and my brother Chris in 2008.



Susan's Memorial Service was a sweet experience.
Over 100 stayed for the luncheon after!


The brothers in law together. 
My Dad and my Mom's brother, Don. 


It was fun having my brother John with us that day, 
and Suzanne...but don't know where she was for this picture. 

So many many pictures I didn't get that day!


My brother Richard asked me why sometimes I take pictures of him yet don't put them on my blog. So he will understand, 
I include this one with one eye shut, with my Uncle Don. 


My Dad has pretty much had this same look on his face 
since his Susan died on Christmas Eve.


Thankfully this life is not all we have.
There's a better life to come where pain and loss are no longer. 
And we will be reunited with our loved ones. 

I want to quote one part of her son's talk:

""...My Mom became who she was because of her afflictions. She was humbled and she turned to the only source for peace there is and that's Jesus Christ. She went to him and said I'm broken. He said I know and He was there for her."

My Dad and Susan surrounded by her children 8 years ago.
Jon, Stacy, Jamie, and Dawnie

Monday, January 14, 2019

How he copes with his grief

The head of our church, President Russell M. Nelson, lost his 2nd daughter just 2 days ago. This is how he is coping. 


Friday, January 4, 2019

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Trying to go forward

Since beginning the journey to help our ailing parents 15 years ago, my biggest fear was the day my Dad would be alone. Loosing our Mom in 2007, and now Susan, last week, that fear has arrived. 

Having Dad 40 minutes from our home, and in a facility that was not very attentive to him, we couldn't leave him there without his Susan. 

But what to do? 

We all prayed. A lot. 

United prayer is powerful. Love and prayer combined could solve all of the world's problems, is how I see it.

So beginning on Christmas morning we began looking for a new home for Dad. And to make a long story short, we moved him in 4 days later!

I could feel the prayer working. I think we all could. 


I'm thankful to be a Rozier!

This was a nice touch the first day at his new home.


It took a village to get him moved in there!

The new facility treated our 8 family movers to lunch. 

Some were still working while I took this picture. 
Robin for example. Den says she works so hard, 
"That girl's a machine!"


I like this view of Shaw Ave from Dad's bed. 
He can watch traffic go by. 
I'd rather see that than just greenery. 



All the women in this facility are named Barbara. 
Ok, only SIX, but it seems every where we turn 
there's another Barbara. 

If you look closely you can see one of the Barbaras 
giving Dad some pointers. 

This Barbara also asked me, "Do you have warm blankets on your Dad's bed?" 

After I said yes, she touched my neck scarf and said, 
"But are his blankets as warm as this scarf? 
It gets cold at night." 

The women tend to flock around him. I'm not sure he likes that. 



During the long paper signing meeting the day
 before we moved Dad in, 
Erik Schuk, who is the executive director had this to say,
"This is my philosophy of life. Enjoy every single day and love as many people as you can."

He also said to us, 
"This isn't a perfect place, but I want it to be."

The boss of the new facility has a heart.
We're not looking for perfection, but a facility that keeps trying. 
And so far, that is what we are seeing. 



Monday, December 31, 2018

Susan's obituary

You go can right here to read about Susan's life. 

Saturday, December 29, 2018

We will miss our Susan.

Our precious Susan, my Dad's wife, quietly slipped away into the next life, on Christmas Eve morning. 

We will dearly miss her!





















Susan's Memorial Service
Jan 5th, Saturday
11am
Fowler and Tollhouse 

Monday, December 24, 2018

And this happened at the post office last week

My sweet friend had a sacred experience at her post office last week, and she wrote this poem that very day. 

It is too good not to share. And she said I could. 



Reaching Out, Reaching Up
©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson

The week before Christmas, I wait at the post office,
mailing one last precious thing.
The line isn’t quite out the door, but it’s close,
and our holiday mood’s taken wing.

With senders disgruntled, and workers the same,
there’s a spirit of dissatisfaction.
A young mom, with toddler and baby in tow,
offers me a much-needed distraction.

Such a cute little girl, such a sweet little guy,
and they’re hangin’ in pretty darn well.
But after a while their endurance breaks down,
and the toddler commences to yell.

She is not a small girl, but her mom picks her up,
calms her down, and hands baby a treat.
I smile and she smiles back, a meeting of minds.
(That mother-to-mother thing’s neat.)

I mind my own business, but keep glancing over.
It’s clear that the outlook is bleak.
Her daughter now screaming, the mom’s on the floor…
and her smile looks progressively weak. 

When her turn finally comes, Mama jumps to her feet
with more vigor than I can believe.
She has 20 packages she needs to mail,
and she’s still there when I go to leave.

I walk by her window; she’s back on the floor
as the worker weighs, measures, and labels.
It’s clear that my urge to go home should give way
to a need that transcends my timetables.

I stoop down beside her and ask, “Can I help?”
She seems startled, then looks in my eyes.
She blushes, then pauses, then blurts, “Do you mean it?”
her desperate voice hard to disguise.


“Sure do,” I reply, and she grants me the grace
of accepting my offer with trust.
“Could you find the wallet in that diaper bag?”
I admit, I was somewhat nonplussed.

But I dug through the bag, found the wallet at last,
and was told where the credit card lay.
I handed it to her, but she didn’t take it,
just asked me to use it and pay.

I did as she said, so she stayed on the floor
with her little girl, now fast asleep.
When the payment was finished, her son caught my eye
with a sweet grin that warmed me, heart-deep.

He drop-kicked his Cheerios, signaling me
to retrieve them with all of his charms. 
My memory flew to another young boy
and those days he was safe in my arms.

It all came together: the mother, her children,
my Todd, and the families he’d served.
It was like he was with me, and I was his hands.
For a moment, I felt quite unnerved.

But as I said goodbye, I was happy and grateful,
strong feelings that moved me to tears…
I had sensed Todd beside me, and we were a team,
spreading Christmas cheer from our own spheres.

Mine was just a small favor, but it brought such joy.
I could see in her eyes what it meant.
Best of all, I don’t think she was very far off
when she called what was done “heaven-sent.”

You see, Todd was a helper; it nurtured his soul.
Every job that he held had that purpose.
From counseling parents to placing the homeless
to medical school…he sought service. 

This one act of kindness showed me a new way
to connect with my son, without fail.
As I reach out to others, our hands will be joined,
showing love from both sides of the veil.

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Daisy Part 2

I asked Tyler and Karen how they are adjusting so far to Baby Daisy, and how their first visit together went. 

Tyler's reply:


And knowing Leo as I do, 
I know he is very serious about that introduction. 


And Karen added this:



And this. Tyler is the leader of the young men in his ward at church. His bishop sent him this little clip the day after Daisy was born...

(although we can not make out for sure what they are saying after Congratulations.)

But how very thoughtful!
Congratulations from the church youth group from Jill Shelley on Vimeo.

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Daisy has arrived! Part 1

It was a very exciting night last night. But before I get to that, I want to start with Monday evening because this all ties together. 

We were visiting our very lovable 90 year old friend Neva in a care center. Not sure she wanted her picture taken so I just got this one of the little tree by her bed...



Her grandson last week had hoyer lifted her into her wheelchair 
and drove her to Dollar World 
so she could buy some decor for her door. 

It's the little things, you know.


I proceeded to tell Neva that 
we are expecting a grand baby any day now.

She asked what her name will be.

When I said, "Daisy" she right away started singing, 

"Daisy, Daisy, Give me your answer do
I'm so crazy, all for the love of you...."

Soon Dennis was singing too. 
He knew all the words, and then I thought, ohmygosh, so do I.

I had not thought of that song in years!

Then I remembered, my Mom use to sing this around the house while she was cleaning. I have it locked in my brain because of her. 

And now all these years later, the song comes to surface, 
waiting for our little Daisy to be born. 

So the following night, l learned Daisy was on her way! 

I took my phone to bed with me about 9pm (something I never do) and got to share the labor/delivery journey with them through texts, pictures, videos and even FaceTime.

She arrived at 11:31 PM (Idaho time) on 12-18-18
6 lbs, 7 oz
19 1/2 inches

And here she is! 


Today the siblings got to meet her for the first time.
This picture has love written all over it. 





I have more to share about welcoming Daisy, 
so I'll be back later...  

Saturday, December 15, 2018

An odd combination of updates

1. We are on baby watch around here. Karen is dilated to a 4 and has been for days. I jump every time the phone rings, which is so not me. 

2. Last night walking around Savemart with Dennis, I suddenly saw this new ice cream flavor, and felt sick. Really, pancake flavored ice cream? This actually appeals to someone?

3. Den still has what it takes....
Even the man at the shooting range said, "The old guy still has it!"  

4. McKenna says McKay and Annie look like twins here...

5. Just a little FYI that's interesting...

6. And this is pretty much perfect...