Happy Birthday Lana

Today like many other special days, we miss her the most. She would've loved me posting to her on her birthday, and all of Aleesha's posts about her too. She would've asked several times how she could start a blog and it probably would've been about Grouse Creek. All the shoulda, woulda, couldas, and it STILL doesn't seem right. But if you're reading this from heaven Lana, Happy Birthday! I hope your enjoying time with Grandma and Grandpa Kimber and your Dad.

I'm sure everyone will be out today to be with "The Dad" (Reed), and the cousins will be running around as usual, sneaking drinks from the fridge and snacks from the pantry. We will still reminisce about old times but it won't be the same without her. Lana loved get togethers, especially with her mom, sisters, and brothers. And she loved being with her best friend Diane, whom I'm sure will not stop thinking about her today. Diane and I can't talk about Lana very much because we always start to cry, but I'm going to try and not make this sad because Lana was such a fun person and she would've wanted us to remember the happy things about her.

She would've been happy to see Steven and Travis get their Masters degrees last year. She would've been anxiously waiting for Leesh's new baby and planning what she was going to do with Maya and the boys when Leesh needed her help. When I had Brooks they wouldn't let even the sibling children visit us, but Lana found a way. It's been said that there was the law and then there was Lana's law. If she wanted something, she generally found a way to get it. She loved a good deal too. Finding a treasure at the vintage stores or garage sales was her "happy place." People still covet the heavy pots and pans she found me when Steve and I got engaged.

Here's a pic of Lana and Reed holding Brooks and Skyla on their blessing day. She loved to watch Brooks run and to have tea parties with Matilda (Lana's nickname for Emma.) I can only pray that Emma will remember their little shopping trips together and the days when Lana would teach her to sew. Every once in awhile Emma will bring up a story about her Grandma Lana and I tell her to remember all that she can and write it down. I don't want Emma to forget how much Lana loved her. Everyone always told me how Lana would brag about Emma, constantly saying what a good, sweet girl she is. I really can't bear to think about all the things Emma will miss out on now that she's gone. She had the most creative, yet crazy, mind of anyone I know. Lana loved to do things that had never been done before. She loved thinking of new games for the grandkids and she is the reason our city days are as big as they are. She started the parade and much of the activities that go on. She was a true go-getter.

Her last years were not the easiest for her. She had two brain surgeries that left alot of her days spinning with dizziness and hurting with headaches, but she pressed on as much as she could. Doing things simple just wasn't her way, so when a holiday would arrive, it was do all you can while you can stand and pay for it later in bed. She wasn't about the let somebody else be the Mom or Grandma for her, and I love her for that. I love her because she always used to tell me how skinny I was, and we all know I've never been skinny. I love her because she raised the most loving, funny, and giving son...my husband Steven, whom I know misses her more than anything and my heart aches when I see him thinking about her. I love her because she always helped me take compassinate service meals to people. She loved to help others and her love was contagious. I could probably fill up pages and pages of everything Lana accomplished in her life, but I need to stop crying now, so I will save my thoughts for another post. I think of her every time I hear this song, so go rest high up on that mountain Lana, we'll be thinking of you down here.

Hold On World, I'm Almost There

If I only coulda seen it coming. I would've still taken him and probably would've even paid a large sum of money for him, but a warning letter would've been helpful. Or at least the ultrasound tech could have said, "Looks like it's a boy, go remove all the deco from your walls, raise your faucets or install drains in all rooms, place nice furniture in storage, buy an expensive first-aid kit with a pair of ear plugs, keep your hands inside at all times, and have fun!"

Oh don't get me wrong, we're having fun, but there is a price. For a small fee of my sanity and a summer's worth of liquid bandage you get......Brooks!

Exhibit A - Steve tells me he's going to take kids to practice ball at the park. 20 minutes later he returns with kid and severe cut adjacent middle lip. Photo and liquid band-aid makes it look like small stuff but I actually debated taking him for sutures.

Exhibits B, C - Climbing playhouse, enormous tree, unsteady rocks or whatever else falls under the risky category

Exhibits D, E - Jumping on tramp with dangerous and possibly explosive items that have now been buried in the county landfill

I remember a kid came into the office one day and his legs were lined with bruises front and back. The assistant asked him what happened and he told her he didn't know, just playing outside and stuff. She wanted to call Family services because she thought it was a fabricated story to hide abuse. Now if I didn't know his mother AND if I didn't have Brooks, I would've encouraged the call, but instead I gave her the "are you serious?" followed by the "get a boy." Yep, instead of telling people to "get a life" now, I say get a boy, cuz that in and of itself is quite a life people.

You keep us young Brooks. He can find a different use for each playground apparatus besides the one it was made for. I try to look at it like, dang he's so creative.
He would eat these for every meal if we'd let him. I can hear you now, "well maybe he wouldn't be so wound up if they didn't give him all that sugar." Please do not pass judgement, we have tried most parental advisories known to Adam. We don't allow Brooks to watch Power Rangers because he mimics many things and the last thing we need is him walking around family parties kickboxing uncles and cousins. One day he came in to Steven & I and told us that power rangers had come on the tv and asked if we could change it because he liked it, but knew he wasn't supposed to watch it. Steve left to change it, then came back in the room and said, "Every once in a while Ang, he gives us a glimmer of hope." Brooks gives us lots of glimmers and I know sometimes he just can't help himself when chance and adventure are staring him in the face, but for any of you that haven't yet had a boy and are planning on more children, consider yourself notified. Oh, and we hope you enjoy the ride as much as we do!

Dear Gramps,

We lost you 16 years ago today. There are times when it feels like yesterday and other moments when it seems so long ago that I have to plead with my memory to hear your voice exactly as it was. There are so many things you provided for me in my life that I don't know where to begin, but you and Gram were always such a positive constant so I owe it to you and to our family to try and put into words all that you meant and still mean to us.

I'll try to get this right...you were born Rafael Carpio, the sixth of nine children to Mexican immigrants in Gill, Colorado. You are on the left in side photo in the striped sweater. You were the best looking of all your siblings. Sorry Tio Lupe, but he was. I don't know if anyone ever used your given Spanish name because I only ever heard others call you Ralph. Your family made ends meet by farming, alot of veggies that I don't remember right now but you were a very, very hard worker and a dedicated son and brother.
You enlisted in the Navy in 1942 at 20 years old. You sent most of your money home to support your family and the farm. You served on the USS MISSISSIPPI and your ship was hit during WWII. You rarely spoke of this tragedy but told me a little when I was doing an essay on veterans in Jr. High. You told me that it was one of the hardest things you ever went through because you saw some of your shipmates suffer and die when the ship was attacked. I told you that I couldn't believe you'd never told me this before and you replied that you tried to block as much out as possible. Tio Lupe told me that Great-Grandma heard of the attack in the newspaper and nearly worried herself to the grave until they heard from you.

You have alot of photos with this guy and some are labeled with Coop from Arkansas so I imagine you were good maties. As I go through your pictures, I have so many more questions to ask you and that just makes me more mad that you're gone. It wasn't fair that you went so early. A young 70 years old. I often see others with their Grandpas who are 85-90 years old and I honestly feel cheated. Two more years of life and you would've met Steven. Seven more years and you would've held Emma who we named after the love of your life . I know you smile about that one in heaven Gramps. You would've loved Brooks' swing and going to Steve's games. I listen to him and Tio Lupe talk baseball and it makes me sad that you're not here to take part.

I couldn't decide which Navy pictures to post so I just did most of them. I love all of them and I am proud of your service to our country.
I wonder if you ever tortured Coop & crew by making them watch you eat a jar of hot chili peppers. You ate those like I eat brownies and I can't imagine the degree temp of your tongue since one very vivid memory is of sweat pouring off your forehead when you did that.

One of my personal faves!

Here you are in the light shirt. Thanks for that naturally curly hair gene. Oh, and the the Carpio curse too, big hips and thighs!
You couldn't give me any of the tinted skin. Nope I got the wetto inheritance on that one. Everyone knows that tan fat is better than white fat. I got the two evils on each side, dang.
If anyone's wondering, it's because of the handsome man on the right that we LOVE the Broncos and all things Colorado for that matter.

Sorry blog readers but I'm turning this into a book at year's end and I just had to include all his pics because I love them. Extremely proud Grandaughter here!

So then comes my favorite part. You were stationed in San Francisco and that's where you met the beautiful Emma Martinez, also known as my Grandma. She went with some friends to the movie and so did you. Each of your friends took off, on purpose, and left you two alone. Thank you amigas! It would prove to be a match of all time. Your love and devotion to each other stands as possibly the greatest example anyone has given me.

You never failed to tell us how much you loved Grandma. I remember you calling us into the room,

"Angie, come here a minute will ya?" you'd say.

So I halt building the umpteenth world's tallest lego house and come into the kitchen only to hear.

"Look at your Grandma, isn't she pretty?"

"Yes Gramp," as I roll my eyes and think, "Is this really what you called me in for?"

Just another one of my personal faves. That's Karianne on the horse in front. I imagine immediately after this picture was taken, you took Gram and danced around the living room with her like always. I used to love coming home from mass and turning on the spanish music so the two of you could dance in the kitchen or the front room. I'd probably give my left arm to see that again, honestly.

Sometimes when I'm missing you, I turn on that same music and go back. One day my Emma said, "Mom, can we turn on the radio and can you not turn it to the one kind that I don't understand the words?"

I imagine one far off day, when she's missing me, she'll turn on the same music because it will remind her of when I needed it on to remind me of you.

I never realized how serious you looked in photos until now. I wish I could ask you if you didn't like your smile because you were not as straight-faced as it appears. One of my other vivid recollections is that smile you'd give while you scrunched your shoulders. The cousins know the one I speak of. Like when it'd be our 12th birthday and you ask, "How old are you today sweetheart, 6 years?" That one never got old Gramps. I can't even begin to describe how much I miss your morning 'Happy Birthday' song every year either. Another thing that I beg for my memory to retain! btw, Karianne and I are the cute girlies in this pic.

You and Gram with me. I only had to choose from a million pictures of you or her holding me and/or the other cousins. It's no mystery why I was so attached. For those who don't know, I lived with my Grandparents for a few years. My mom worked full-time and was a single parent so my Grandparents helped her out alot. Gram watched all us kids while Mom worked and then as I started school they didn't want me to have a hectic schedule so it was agreed that I would stay with them until first grade.

Each year my grandparents and myself would find excuses as to why I needed to stay and I didn't go back full-time with my parents until I was nine. I loved my mom but please understand, I was...well, spoiled if you will by the said grandparents.

Gramps, you are holding a baby or toddler (me in this one) in nearly every picture and it makes my heart ache to think that my children will never know the sweet comfort of your lap or hear your

repeated requests for a "big strong hug to show you how strong they are."
I guess that also means they won't have to remove your shoes and sweaty socks after a long day at work either! I'm sure all cousins will attest to laughing and pointing at the one you chose to perform this pleasurable task.

That's probably what we deserved after we combed and fancied your hair into baby curls and sumo ponies for so many years.

Val or "Valley" as you called her will, no doubt, choke me for posting this picture but there's nothing like poetic justice for the "hole in the wall" right Manita? This is us in San Francisco. Remember when she asked to go down Polk? Thanks for that memory Hermana y Gramps y Tio Ross.

This is also the typical picture. We're surrounding you and Gram as usual. I'm leaning in your lap not looking while Lyndee's crying in your arms because she's probably been away from Mom for more than 30 seconds. So cute because Val is kissing Grandma's cheek. I will never understand how you took all of us on so many trips together. I realize we didn't have carseats and didn't wear belts but we also weren't in a minivan. The impala held many a kid. I couldn't talk about the road trips and not put a picture of the tunnels you'd honk all the way through on. Gramps gave a whole new meaning to laying on the horn. Now I make Steven do it. He made the mistake of stopping halfway through once, not sure his hearing ever returned 100% after that.


My first holy communion with you stalwarts. Thanks for your unwavoring faith and commitment Gramp. I will forever remember your last days here with us and Gram told us how you looked her in the face and said strongly, "I'm not afraid to die." You went on to tell her how you had faith in God's eternal plan and added that you'd always love her. Your faith made it slightly easier for us to let you go and it strengthens my testimony of the life we'll enter next.

Your loyalty and value to family did not go unlearned. Thanks for taking me with you to Gill every year so I could know my Tia's and Tio's so well.

I am so thankful to still have Tio Lupe (in blue shirt) around to tell me stories about you and other happenings in Gill. He also has your hands, just bigger and longer, but enough the same that I can hold them once a year and have you with me once again.

I could always count on your phone call after you checked the honor roll every quarter and I was overjoyed to see your pride when I got a scholarship to Utah State. You were so smart and wanted us to be successful too. I think you'd be proud of all of us Gramps.

Don't think I'll forget the time I was in high school when we pulled beside a booming & thumping car- you looked at me with a side smile and said, "He ain't got nothin" and you turned up the a.m. so loud that the impala's speakers were never the same again. You showed him Gramps!


Ralph and Emma Carpio, my loving, loving Grandma and Grandpa.



Duane and Gramps in front of Disneyland. Thanks for the many trips and memories of magic! You started it all.


Swimming at the hotel. I'll save OUR fire alarm at midnight story for another day.

Seeing you and Gram glide across the floor as one, is hands down, something I miss the most. It was truely something beautiful, something wonderful, something whole - all that you were, and are. I try so very hard to not think of what Steve and my kids have missed out on these past 16 years. I try to be grateful for what I had and for the memories I hold dear, but envy creeps in every once in a while and I miss you something painful. Thank you for being the best Grandpa a girl could ask for. I love you always!

Ask and Ye Shall Receive

The Outlaws after they won St. George Fastpitch tourney in 2000 at 1am! I will give this trophy to the first bidder for free. Chris Keime is 3rd from right for his family blog checkers.

Steve goin to 3rd below, runner to 1st?

T at the dish

Steve

Guess which one is T on the mound and which one is Steve. Winner gets state championship trophy.

Deuces aka Chad at plate

The brothers in early years Steve throwing a rise ball

and just because it's sweet...DADDY'S GIRL!

T and Mandy in Moab They got engaged this trip. They shared a room with Steven & I, so Lana and crew came in and made a wall with Bibles and Book of Mormons for their sleeping arrangements. This is what happened after she left. We've never been asked to chaperone again, imagine?

Dog pile on Alene

Did somebody say crash?

The brainwashing begins early

There are no words to express how deeply she is missed. Love you Lana!