First Day of School

 

Today was Brady's first day of third grade, not to mention the first day at a new school in a new state. He was understandably a little nervous since he had left the comfort zone of his old school that he loved and knew so well. Luckily, today was a success! He loves his teacher and made two new friends. In my opinion, they start the school year ridiculously early here, on the upside they end the school year in mid May.

Ryder was disappointed he didn't get to go to school too. Although, I think it was the playground that enticed him, the kid loves a good slide. All day long he asking where brother was, I guess he'll have to get use to hanging out with boring mom all day again.

Planes

Saturday we decided to drive to downtown Phoenix to get to know our surroundings better and see some of the sites. There is an area you can park behind the airport and watch planes take off and land. The boys LOVED it! Maybe it's a boy thing, I don't understand the fascination with watching planes but I did enjoy how excited the boys were. Brady asked if we could go every weekend. Tony did good finding this free activity of a gem.

Wendy's Poetry

I have found myself reminiscing about my mom a lot lately. I miss both my parents a great deal. My mom was a gifted artist and poet. While her life ended tragically, she had such a tender and beautiful soul. She had more love in her little finger than most people have in their whole body. After chatting with my sister we decided it would be great to get my mom's poems up on a blog for her family and friends to enjoy. I started this project just before moving and will hopefully finish it in the next few months. If you would like to read her poetry feel free to visit www.wendywinchester.blogspot.com.

The Move

With my decision to stay home with the kids, Tony's career possibilities expanded. I would have to say it all started during our trip to California in April. Tony was visiting a client while we were there and he innocently asked if Tony had ever considered moving out of state for work. This sparked conversation between the two of us. Years ago we discussed we would be open to moving out of state in the future. The idea of a new adventure in uncharted territory was appealing to us both. We agreed then that if we ever moved it would have to be after Alex graduated high school. So here we were, having the same conversation with Alex's graduation just around the corner. California is absolutely beautiful and an excellent place to vacation, but after researching the economy and cost of living we quickly scraped the idea.

Tony's brother lives in Arizona so it was the obvious next consideration. After researching the area we found the cost of living to income ratio to be excellent and the schools to be top rated to boot. The fact that one of my dearest friends from high school lives here too was icing on the cake. Tony got his resume together and started applying and interviewing. I'm still amazed how quickly everything happened and how well everything ultimately fell in place. Tony was offered a job with a great company with excellent growth potential. Less than two months after that conversation in California our Utah house was in boxes and we were preparing to move to Arizona.

I should be a pro at moving. This is the tenth place we've lived in our eleven year marriage. However, this was my first out of state move and by far the most stressful move of my life. It was borderline traumatic to be quite honest. I still recall the day Ryder managed to soak several packed boxes in the kitchen with the garden hose. (Brady carelessly gave Ryder said hose claiming he thought Ryder would do something productive with it, like clean the bikes. I may have cried.) I remember Ryder crying incessantly during the lengthy drive. There wasn't a dvd, song, or other distraction in the world that would make that kid content with being strapped in his car seat for hours on end. It's also a well known fact I detest driving. Around the town errands I'm fine with, but long distances and freeway driving stress me out. I followed Tony in the good old minivan, meaning I drove the entire distance. It was quite the accomplishment for me. In other news, I still loathe driving.

I was thrilled when we made it to our destination. So much so that the record breaking scorching 120 degrees we were welcomed by only made me mildly delirious. I'm adapting to the Arizona heat by hibernating mostly indoors. Many people have reassured me that the three months of hellish heat are well worth the nine months of absolute heaven. Utah summers were typically too hot for me anyways so I spent most of my time indoors there as well. I'm looking forward to the lack of snow and freezing temperatures in the winter. While snow is beautiful, it's also too cold for my liking and horrible to drive in. All and all, I think Arizona is going to suit me just fine and I'm excited for our new journey. The sunsets are absolutely stunning and the area we landed in is superb.

The most challenging part has been missing all the family and friends we left behind like crazy. I have admittedly been homesick on several occasions and am extremely thankful for modern technology that makes it easy to stay in touch.



Thirty Years

This month I reached a milestone most women fear, I turned thirty. It's funny, the female majority typically wants to appear to be younger and will go at great lengths in this venture. Why? Because that's what society has told us is desirable? Why should being perceived as young and attractive be top priorities? What about being charitable, intelligent, healthy, accomplished, and most of all... happy?

When I was working I wanted just the opposite, for people to think I was older. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to be perceived as vibrant and attractive but I didn't want to flaunt the fact I was still in my twenties. I was managing a large division of employees, a lot of which were in there thirties, forties, and so on and so forth. I didn't think some would take too kindly to reporting to a twenty something girl. Due to this I always tried to present myself in a mature professional manner. I was going for "Wow, she is definitely in her thirties but looks like she is in her twenties". I always thought people would take me more seriously if they thought I was thirty. I don't know if I was successful in this endeavor and don't dare ask my past colleagues, that conversation could prove a bit awkward.

So... what do I think now that I'm actually thirty? To be quite honest, I struggled with the momentous birthday a bit in the beginning. The reasons behind this internal battle were vastly worldly and vain, and luckily I pushed past them. The last year has served as a reminder that growing older is a privilege denied to many. That being said, I'm ready to fully embrace my thirties. I'm excited for all the adventures that are still on the horizon. I'm eager to watch my children grow and develop their talents while discovering all the happiness life has to offer. While the world may not always perceive me as young and attractive, I hope to leave a legacy of being good to others and happiness.

 

 

As a side note, Ryder was NOT happy it was my birthday. The conversation went something like this:

 

Me: It's mommy's birthday tomorrow. Are you excited?

 

Ryder: (looking skeptical) No... RyRy's birthday. RyRy get birthday presents.

 

Me: No, it's mommy's birthday. Ryder's birthday was in April.

 

Ryder: (bottom lip quivering, eyes filling with tears) No! RyRy birthday presents!

 

Oh, to be two again. And no, I did not give in and give the little monster of a charmer any gifts. Thirty seconds after this conversation he was back to giving me loves and being a momma's boy. One thing two years excel at is being quick to forgive and forget.

 

Ryder April 2013. Photo credit goes to my talented sister-in-law Jenn.

 

 

 

Five Months

Today marks five months since we lost my dad. I decided to post the obituary Katie, Sandra, and I collaborated on in his memory. Five months later I still think it's perfect. His birthday last week brought back a flood of emotions and is truly what inspired me to write about his death and start blogging again. Here's to you, Dad! Miss and love you like crazy! 

Paul Dean Winchester (July 20, 1960 - February 25, 2013)

“Catch ya on the flipside”

 

On February 25, 2013, our beloved husband, father, grandfather, son, brother, uncle and friend, Paul Dean Winchester, 52, passed away peacefully in the early morning hours with his loving sweetheart by his side, after a long and valiant battle with stomach cancer.

Paul was born on July 20, 1960, the youngest of four children, in Idaho Falls, ID to K. Duane Winchester and Marie Bybee. Shortly after his birth, his family moved to Harrisville, UT where he was raised. He graduated from Weber High school in 1978.

On August 11, 1978, Paul married his high school sweetheart, Wendy Wayment. They were later sealed in the Salt Lake LDS temple on September 8, 1979. Together they had three beautiful children; Mitch, Katie and Sheila. Wendy preceded Paul in death on August 21, 1995. 

In July 1999, Paul started dating the woman of his dreams, Sandra Mayfield, and on February 5, 2000, they were sealed for time and all eternity in the Bountiful LDS temple. Together they had two more beautiful daughters, Hailey and Sophie. 

Paul enjoyed an active lifestyle with hobbies including yoga, walking, rock climbing, fly fishing, camping, and card games. He had an amazing sense of humor and was always able to find humor, even in the most trying situations. He always had a smile on his face and a contagious laugh that could brighten any room. He had a great love for music and was a talented chef. It brought him great joy to cook for and serve others. Family was the most important thing to Paul and he demonstrated this daily through his unconditional love and support.

Paul was an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He served in many various callings, but his most recent calling as High Priest Group Leader was one of his favorites. He had a love for Jesus Christ and lived his life to reflect that. Paul practiced what he preached. He had an amazing gift of seeing the best in others.

Paul is survived by his wife, Sandra; Son, Mitch (Melody) Winchester, Layton; Daughters; Katie Winchester (South Ogden); Sheila (Tony) Brown, Holladay; Hailey and Sophie Winchester, Syracuse; Father; K. Duane Winchester, South Ogden; Brother; Kelly (Janine) Winchester, Loveland, CO; Sister; LuAnn (Kendell) Kennington, SLC; and seven grandchildren.

Paul is preceded in death by his first wife, Wendy; mother, Marie; and Brother, Brad.

Paul had the wonderful opportunity to participate in a program called Reel Recovery, in June 2012. Reel Recovery is a national non-profit organization that conducts free fly-fishing retreats for men battling or recovering from all forms of cancer. In lieu of flowers, Paul has requested donations be made to Reel Recovery.

Funeral services will be held Saturday, March 2, 2013 at 11 a.m. at Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary, 1867 No. Fairfield Road. Friends may visit family on Friday from 6 to 8 p.m. and Saturday from 9:30 to 10:30 a.m. at the mortuary. Interment, Lindquist’s Memorial Park at Layton, 1867 No. Fairfield Road.

2 Timothy 4:6-7 “For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.”

California Vaca

After my dad received his terminal diagnosis we immediately started planning one last family vacation. The plan was to go to Disneyland to make some lifelong memories before he was too sick to travel. Unfortunately his health declined so quickly the trip never happened. In April we decided to go to Disneyland in his memory. We had a great time but I was horrible at taking pictures in the park. Ryder is one of the most charming kids in history of the world but the terrible twos are in full force and he was all too happy to provide distractions galore. Here are some pictures we managed to get.

Alex and Tony



Ryder loved going on rides but HATED waiting in line.

 

My dad on the same merry-go-round 2009

 



I had no idea there were goats at Disneyland. It was by far one of the favorite parts of the trip. Goats are hilarious. If they didn't stink so bad I might consider getting one as a family pet.

Brady rock climbing at the obstacle course at California Adventure

Beautiful Alex

Hailey, Brady, Sophie, and Brendan

One afternoon we took a trip to Laguna beach. We had a blast and got some fun pictures.

Alex, Ryder, and Tony. This is one of my favorite pictures of the trip.

Cute Brady. He LOVED the ocean.

Ryder ADORES his aunt Katie.

This is another favorite of the trip.  I love this little guy.

Update on Alex

The last year hasn't been all heartache and tears. Alex graduated high school in June and is now officially an adult. Yikes!

Alex just before her graduation ceremony.

She also won first place in her district for photography in the Congressional Art Competition.  Her winning piece is currently on display in Washington, D.C. How cool is that?! We are so proud of her!

Alex posing under her photograph in Washington, D.C.

She is going to be attending college in the fall emphasizing on the art realm. This gorgeous girl is crazy talented in so many things: drawing, painting, photography, writing, poetry. I can't wait to see what else she accomplishes in the years to come and hope she is always able to do what she is passionate about.

The End of an Era

I gained some much needed perspective as my dad's health declined. I began reevaluating my life and priorities, ultimately deciding to make some substantial life changes. The biggest being leaving my job of a decade. When I started working there I was a nineteen year old newlywed planning on just staying until Tony was established his career and I started having babies. Ten years later Tony was established in his career and I in mine. In addition to Alex, we had two boys and were doing our best balancing life as two full-time working parents.

I loved my job, I worked hard to get to the position I was in and relished in my successes.  I exclusively worked from home for almost three years after Brady was born. Once I went back in the office to grow my career, I still had the option to work from home when needed so it was a pretty sweet setup. Tony was always supportive of my decision to work after having children, he was also supportive of me staying home if that was what I wanted. Supportive spouses are the best.

My beautiful family January 2013

After Ryder was born in April 2011 I started questioning if I should stay home. I was constantly going back and forth... should I work or stay home with the kids? The notion of quitting my job was absolutely terrifying. While Tony could support us on his salary, having mine in addition to his was always reassuring. With the shaky economy I took comfort in knowing if Tony was ever laid off, we had my salary to fall back on and wouldn't struggle. As stated above, I also enjoyed the work I was doing and advancements I made over the years. I had extreme loyalty to the company and had the utmost respect for my mentor/boss. With so many people hating the companies they worked for, I had really hit gold in so many ways.

In December of 2012 my dad landed in the hospital on multiple occasions. I would receive a phone call at work and would run out of the office to be with him. The company was very supportative of this and I was always encouraged to leave to be with him. Being out of the office so much while running a division of over 100 employees was difficult. I didn't feel as if I was giving enough to the job and felt I was doing a disservice to my team. During Christmas break I decided it was time for me to leave. I spent most my days yearning to be with my family and dad more and feeling guilty because I was either dropping the ball at work or in my personal life.

My last day with the company was February 1, 2013. I will always look back fondly and be satisfied with everything I accomplished in my career but have no regrets with my decision to dedicate my time to my family. I had several people question if I was going to go back to work after my dad died. Right now I'm enjoying life as a stay at home momma too much and don't have any foreseeable plans to rejoin the work force. I have no doubt that one day I will work again and am thankful for the experience and skills I acquired over the last ten years.

One of my favorite candid shots of my three kids. Taken February 2012. Yes, Ryder was trying to devour Brady's head.  That's what good brothers do!

A Tribute

Once my dad was set up with home hospice and we accepted his death was inevitable, my dad requested that Sandra and his three oldest children speak at his funeral. The task was beyond intimidating but how does one decline the dying wish of the best dad ever? One doesn’t. My dad originally suggested I write a poem. At one point in my life I regarded myself as a poet and my dad always enjoyed and supported my poetry so I sat down and started writing a poem. Except, the poem wasn’t right. The poem wasn’t as beautiful as my dad and it certainly didn’t have any business representing such an amazing man. I decided to walk away from the poem and hoped it would somehow write itself.  

Fast forward a few hours... I was sitting next to my dad’s bed reading him letters family and friends had written. I asked him if he had read the letter I had written to him, in his weak state he couldn’t remember so I decided to read my letter to him to make sure. There were a few other people in the room and many of tears were shed. The letter was simple yet beautiful, capturing the beauty of our relationship perfectly. Sandra immediately suggested I read the letter at his funeral. I made a few minor modifications to original letter to make it more appropriate for the setting. The modified letter I read at his funeral follows.

One of the last pictures I took with my dad, it's very near and dear to my heart.  I currently have it on display in my kitchen since I have so many fond memories of my dad singing and dancing while cooking up a storm. 

Dad,

Where do I start? What do I say to the man that gave me life? How do I thank you enough? There are no words sufficient to fully convey how deeply overwhelmed I am to of had you as a father, but I will try.   

From as early as I can remember, you have been my rock. I always felt a unique bond with you. Our relationship has always been so effortless. You understood me in a way few others do. Thank you for that. You always gave my soul peace without saying a word, a priceless gift I will cherish in my heart forever.

I want you to know that you taught me the right things. You taught me to be a good person with the utmost integrity. You taught me to never judge, and to love and serve my fellow man. You taught me to forgive and not hold grudges. You taught me a phenomenal work ethic. You taught me to believe in myself and that nothing is impossible. You taught me to laugh and not take life too seriously. You taught me that the most important things in life aren’t things, but relationships with others. You always taught by powerful example. Thank you for being a good person who I can model myself after.  

You created an amazing legacy. It’s impossible to run into someone you know and not have them go on and on about how inspirational you are and how you touched their life for the better. I am reminded of the saying, “Live your life so if anyone says something bad about you, no one will believe it.” This is you to a tee.  

While I am absolutely heartbroken, I am thankful you are now in a place where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. I want you to know that while life hasn’t always been easy, it has also been beautiful beyond comprehension. So now I make a promise to you. I refuse to let the lemons make me bitter. I will not let these trials leave me callused. I will love with all my heart. I will live each day with a thankful heart and smile. I will strive to carry on your legacy.   

When it comes down to it, you are simply the best father ever. I am proud to call you dad. You fought a good fight, catch you on the flip side.  After all, it’s not goodbye, just see you later.

As e.e. cummings so eloquently put:

"i carry your heart with me

(i carry it in my heart)"

Shattered Hope

The Monday following the devastating news, my dad received a call from his oncologist indicating his cancer might respond to a trial drug but they would have perform a biopsy to confirm. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but this definitely made me more optimistic. We were in desperate need of a miracle. He went in on Tuesday November 27, 2012 for the biopsy. I still had some paid time off to use before the end of the year so I met him and Sandra at the hospital as moral support. The biopsy was painful, at this point one of the tumors was starting to adhere to his bowels. The poor guy walked out of the procedure looking like he had been sucker punched in the gut. What we didn’t know is how quickly things would go downhill from here, he was never the same after the biopsy.

Up to the biopsy my dad was feeling decent all things considering. He told me that in no way did he feel as if he was dying and was optimistic that he would live more than the typical six to eight months. He was living with the side effects of having his stomach removed after his initial cancer diagnosis at the end of 2011, and needed his esophagus stretched regularly. All of this definitely took a toll on him. He wasn’t living a normal healthy life but he couldn’t feel cancer ravaging his body. He was honest that things had felt off and he was prepared for news that the cancer had returned, he just didn’t expect it to already be in the advanced stages. After the biopsy he was in constant excruciating pain paired with intense nausea. Less than a week later he was admitted to the hospital, this would be the first of many hospital stays.

We were originally told that we would have the results of the biopsy in a couple of weeks. Two weeks turned into three, then four. We were wondering if we would ever get the results back, all this time my dad was getting sicker and sicker. In four short weeks he looked like death was at the doorstep and we were losing hope. Then, on December 28, 2012 we received some hopeful news. The results were finally in and there was reason to believe that his cancer may respond to the trial drug. This news refueled our spirits but from here we had to deal with the fact that this was a trial drug and not FDA approved for this type of cancer. Since the drug wasn’t FDA approved his insurance refused to pay for it. The drug company wouldn’t include him in their trial study (otherwise it would’ve been provided free of charge) because his cancer was so advanced they were worried he would hurt their numbers. Luckily the money was provided by means of extreme generosity and the drug company gave a small discount. He started the first round of chemo January 8, 2013.

 

Our last family picture taken before my dad passed away, January 6, 2013.

 

The plan was for him to receive a round of chemo every week for six weeks. After six weeks they would know if he was responding to treatment. While chemo makes you sick, the oncologist stated that if the chemo was working the pain would start to alleviate as the tumors shrunk. He ultimately received four rounds of chemo. During that next month his condition only worsened and he was frequently in the hospital. He could no longer eat due to a bowel obstruction and was receiving nutrition through his veins to keep him alive.  

You may be wondering why surgery wasn’t performed to remove the obstruction and tumors. On top of tumors he had what is referred to as seeding. The best way to explain it is to think of dipping your finger tips in cancer and then splattering it everywhere like you were finger painting. Cancer was everywhere in his peritoneal cavity. Opening him up would have been extremely risky. There was no way to surgically remove all the cancer and there was a good chance he wouldn’t heal from surgery only expediting death. The trial drug was the only hope.

February 12, 2013 my dad reported to the hospital for his fifth round of chemo. When the oncologist examined my dad he told him the chemo wasn’t working and it was time for hospice to make him comfortable and to prepare for the end. This is another phone call I vividly remember. By this time I had already quit my job and was sitting at home in the living room with my littlest guy. While we all saw the writing on the wall and could see the chemo wasn’t working, it was a hard pill to swallow. Luckily they were able to give him a spinal block for the pain, this was a huge blessing and gave my dad some much needed relief.

The next day I drove up to my dad’s and was there when hospice arrived to set up things. My dad decided to stop receiving the TPN (the nutrition he received through his veins). The hospice nurse explained that due to his weakened state, once the nutrition was stopped, he would likely die in 7-10 days. Time was short but my dad was ready. Of course the rest of us could never fully prepare for his death. The generosity and kindness of others I witnessed in those last days was nothing short of astonishing. I’m beyond thankful my husband took care of things on the home front the last days of my dad’s life so I could spend every minute possible with him.

The last week of my dad’s life was the most emotionally difficult thing I’ve ever experienced. Watching someone you love so much die so slowly is cruelty at its worse. My dad passed away in the early morning hours of February 25, 2013. I never expected to lose both of my parents before I turned thirty. Watching my dad die was harder on me then watching my mom die.  Don’t take that to mean I loved my dad more than my mom. My mom left this world on her own terms. My dad’s death was drawn out and brutal. After seeing all of his pain and suffering, I ultimately set my own selfishness feelings aside and willingly let him go. Learning to let go of someone you love is life's hardest lesson.

Entitlement

I’ve always prided myself in not getting caught up in the generation of entitlement. I’ve always expected to work for my needs and wants. There’s nothing like the feeling of accomplishment honest hard work provides. Except, I did feel entitled for years... seventeen years to be exact.  I didn’t realize it at the time, I didn’t realize it until my heart was broken and I was surrounded by a pool of my own tears.  I felt entitled to having my dad alive until he was a very old man, we’re talking ancient.  It wasn’t just a basic expectation most people have regarding their parents, I felt god owed it to me.  So there you have it, my very own generation of entitlement.  

 

The last picture I took with my mom, celebrating my 12th birthday July 11, 1995

I was twelve years old when my mom passed away.  After a long battle with mental illness she committed suicide. After such a tragedy I always assumed my dad would be around for an exceptionally long time, it was only fair.  My dad had more than his share of touches with death over the years.  This only served as further proof to me that he was invincible.  Just recalling incidents that occurred after I was born: he fell off a telephone poll, was involved in a nasty motorcycle accident, bled out on the operating table during a routine back surgery and had to be revived, and beat stomach cancer. This is why the call I received from my dad Friday November 16, 2012 was such a shock.

 

Posing with my dad Thanksgiving 2008

I was sitting in my office wrapping up a typical busy day at work.  My dad had a routine scan that day to make sure he was still cancer free.  Around 4:30 pm my office phone rang, when I looked at the caller ID, it was my dad.  My heart stopped.  My dad NEVER called me at work.  You see, I learned my awesome work ethic from him.  He would never interrupt my work day for anything less than an emergency, not even to tell me his cancer was still gone.  That kind of news could wait for after business hours.  Before I even summoned to courage to pick up the phone I knew the cancer was back, and the situation had to be bleak if he was calling while I was still at work.  I picked up the phone and timidly answered, my voice shaking, fearing what was to come next.  The words that followed still echo in my ears, “Well kid, it’s back and it’s bad.  Stage four, there’s nothing they can do. (long pause) Are you okay?”  That was all that he was worried about, if we were okay.  He was already at peace with his death sentence, concerned only about his family.  I can’t even remember what I said to him besides asking how much time he had and telling him I loved him.  I normally worked until 5 pm, but under the circumstances I had to get out of the building as quickly as possible before breaking down.  I vaguely remember an employee walking in my office as soon as I hung up the phone needing assistance with something.  I grabbed my things and quickly excused myself, not answering their question, not helping.  I just left.  I barely made it to my car before breaking down. I somehow made it home, although the drive was a blur. I opened the door to find my husband and two sons already home.  I remember crying in my husbands arms while my sweet nineteen month son gave me hugs and kisses, so worried about his mommy, not understanding the situation.

The months that followed were with filled with endless heartache and countless hospital stays. Trial drugs didn’t work and the six to eight months initially given translated to less than four.  The cancer worked aggressively as I watched my dad wither away.  As painful as this time was, I learned a lot about myself and realized some old dusted dreams. I promised my dad I wasn’t going to let his death leave me bitter and even summoned the courage to speak at his funeral. Life has changed more than I could ever imagine over the last year.  I quit my job of  over a decade to be stay home with my boys, I lost my dad, and I moved to another state.  Life is never going to make sense, life is never going to be fair, but life can be as beautiful as you make it.  

Back to Blogging

I’ve wanted to start blogging again for months. So, what’s been stopping me? Too much time has passed and too much has happened. The last year has been life changing. I can’t just start blogging about what is happening now without addressing the events of a life altering year. Up until now the idea of writing about the last year has been too painful, but I'm ready now and am hoping it will be cathartic.