Wink... and say Thanks

Well... no one is more surprised than moi that I am here at bedtime writing. However, I get a call from Holiday Barbie/Bryn. Ahh .... she says... the Paris Hilton VIP party at Sundance party was fun and I saw...basically everyone. I am just wondering when the Bryn thrills will slow down. Then Bryn says"" I nannied for 3 children when their parents went to the inauguration. Was it Mitt Romney's grandchildren? or how about Gov. Huntsman... Whew !! Bryn said "you mothers have it so hard, I had no idea" To raise a great child is so hard" Well like Judy Hunsaker says" there are no coincidences, so you just wink and say Thanks" do you love that or what? Oh... the tender mercies we receive daily, we don't even know how blessed we are. On the Daily Gems I received today was on" Mother's commitment to children." by M Russell Ballard. I thought perfect to share. " We need to remember that the full commitment of motherhood and of putting children first can be difficult. Through my own four-generation experience in our family, and through discussions with mothers of young children throughout the church, I know something of a mother's emotions that company her commitment to be at home with young children. There are moments of great joy and incredible fulfillment, but there are also moments of a sense of inadequacy, monotony, and frustrations. Mothers may feel they receive little or no appreciation for the choice they have made. Sometimes even husbands seem to have no idea of the demands upon their wives. " As a Church, we have enormous respect and gratitude to you mothers of young children. We want you to be happy and successful in your families and to have the validation and support you need and deserve."
Yes... my darling Bryn, it is hard, however, we are given tender mercies throughout our lives and our children's lives hence...a "wink and say thanks" but the pay off when you see your little one marching off to Serve, it puts it all in perfect perspective. We have a job to do and we mothers are held accountable when we do not take the time and energy to teach our children how to live Christ like lives and prepare our families for their future. Our Little Laura had a vacation day this week, so I have no real new news. Other than Josh has set a baptism date. Ya Hoo. Laura is doing well, and everyone in Rochester loves my girl. Beam...Beam...
Her Birthday is Feb. 7, so send her a letter, she would love to hear about all of you and your lives. Address is 41-C Nicole Drive, Spencerport, NY 14559.. So until next year Bryn is still caring the baton at Sundance, but next year look out... Lolo will be back in town and we will paint it RED. Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side and always "a wink and say thanks" to the Master. Love to you all... a missionary mommy, Kathy

Sundance Tradition

Well friends, its that time of year. SUNDANCE !! my favorite time of year. When the movie stars are out in full force, freebies everywhere on Main, and best of all....Crashing Hollywood parties.
I must say, I have had my share of Hollywood Swag, why once I walked right into the Hollywood Life Lounge and got a new pair of boots/ with rhinestones and some great skin care products. (Double Dog Dare) This has been Laura's and my tradition for 10 years. We have watched Sundance Film Fest. start small and become so big, why I was escorting Kevin Sorbo to the Swag , and Lolo was running up to director Jay from Ojai to give hugs. Then hugs all around Ben and Casey Afleck. YaDa YaDaa. She's seen J-Lo UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL . My first party I crashed was the Cesar Dog food at the Cody Art Gallery. Now don't laugh, I walked away with a $400.00 Poochie Dog bag for my little Roo. One year we counted 55 or so "Stars" walking up and down Main. Well folks.... the baton has been passed this year to our Bryn. You all remember Bryn, Holiday Barbie. Well, she just got on a VIP list for a huge party, and to top that, Bryn has been invited back to the Gov's manse for a Birthday party. Oh how I wish Lolo could be part of these exciting events. Oh... to be living in Holiday Bryn's Holiday shoes right now. So we shall keep our little secret from the hard working, freezing footed little missionary. So this year... I must pass on the events and just let Bryn take over and tell us of the exciting stories at Sundance. I totally feel like my little blog for Laura has turned into my journal. Like a dear friend Lynn said" the church says's keep journals, I take that as Blog" Which is like a journal right? Come on validate me. I wouldn't have written this down, so I am taking this time as an opportunity to record some history. Ta Da.
In the mist of all this Sundance excitement, I was thrown a bit , just a wee bit of semi-bad news. During my surgery Dec. 10, when only the left thyroid and tumor were an item. Some how a part of the right was snipped off. Well... the results came back this week. When the nurse calls you 15 times in one day and stays until 8:00 pm to reach you, you can pretty much count on not-so-good- news. The right side of my thyroid is cancer. Full blown in all its glory.Yesss and Ta Da I get to go back to the 5-Star Hospital Feb . 11 for another surgery to remove the rest. This is the cool part of the story. I spent hours at Huntsman, getting pre-op tests and all. I was so tired I could hardly see. I pull into the driveway and close the door. My cell phone rings. To my surprise, ( not really) It's Laura... "Hi... I say" " What's going on?" she asks very firmly, "uh... funny you should ask, I was just trying to figure out a way to tell you I have to go back under the surgeon's sharp knife" "Do I need to come home?" she asks again even firmer. No.....no silly girl (yes, yes... please do) I will be fine, Jilly is going to take care of me" it's okay." Laura " well...fine... then and all the missionary's will be praying for you, I love you.. Bye" The conversation lasted all of 30 seconds. Is that girl in -tuned to me or what.? All those sleepless nights as a mother listening to her breathing, or rocking her for hours on end because you don't want to put their little bodies down, you want them right on your heart forever. You want to remember their smell, their heart beating right next to yours. But as you can see, the tables have turned and much sooner than I anticipated, now she is the Mother/daughter and worrier. As mother's we cannot love our children enough, we want them by us, or at least close to us forever. Ahh... there we go... the lead in for the great and wonderful Plan of Salvation. We can do just that... Yes, be with our families forever. It warms my heart and soul to even think Laura "felt" something was up. It warms me much more deeply that THIS is what she is teaching, to perfect strangers. How cool or scary is it to walk up to a house, knock on the front door and ask the homeowner if they would like to know of our Heavenly Father's plan, and the true Gospel of Jesus is here on earth today, and that they can participate in the blessings promised his children. It leaves me breathless to think of my little one, doing just that. The Master leading, protecting and guiding them "onward ever onward as we glory in his name." Back in 1992 when we first moved to Provo and I was busy unpacking, and wanted a little someone to give me some space, I sent my bundle of love out the front door to look for work. Laura went out, at age 7, in a new neighborhood and knocked on doors , introduced herself, and asked if there were any jobs she could help out with. She came home with 35 cents, and a feeling of accomplishment. Little did I even know, I was helping shape a missionary. Now we laugh about that story. What was I thinking? To send Laura out in a place I knew nothing about. While Laura was polishing up on some missionary skills, I was teaching her to go out in the world to learn and do. I was learning how to replace fear with faith. Funny to think that 15 years later, I would once again have to rely on the Father and replace fear with faith, and trust in his plan. And that Laura would once again be knocking on doors of strangers. We as Latter Day Saints are so blessed to know of the eternal plan for us and our families. I am so grateful for the opportunity Laura has to go and serve the Lord. Laura has touched so many lives, Rochester New York will be sad when she goes. Which is in 9 month by the way. Ya Hoo.!! Oh my... I have gotten off track again, so I will close and let all of you reading this you are loved and we cherish our friendships with you. So... Bryn... go to Sundance and show them how to really be a" star" and shine on baby girl. And Lolo my baby goat, you remember you are so loved and missed by so many. We are so proud of you and your decisions. Keep on rocking Rochester until we meet again. Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side. Be safe, hug your family, tell them you love them and be eternally grateful for our Lord and the love he sends us. I think it's time for me to do some " real cruising" , Love to you all. A Missionary Mommy, Kathy

Cruising the Temple Halls

Howdy friends, I only have 15 minutes before Young Women's and if I don't jot something down now, it will never happen. Today whilst cruising the temple halls, who else do you know who likes to cruise the Temple halls? O.K. I know I am different, but I like it. Any who... There were 4 ladies, or sisters cruising ahead of me, well they weren't actually cruising, but they were ahead of me. I overheard with my Superman super sonic ears that they all had young daughters on missions. So of course I had to listen. " Well... my Meagan just baptized 2 on Sat.," " Well.... you should hear my Susie Anna tell the plan of Salvation, " "Well my Mary Poppins said she was the best Sister Missionary they ever had." Well this continued to the chapel. And I was lucky enough to sit right beside them ( did you notice the sarcastic in my writing)? They were not using their Chapel voices, their bragging went on for 20 minutes. As I sat quietly listening. I thought to myself.....Well...I have a special daughter on a mission too....she is wonderful too.....With no fear... she shakes her fists high in the air at Armenian men and with shouts of truth of the Gospel on Earth......She had in depth conversations with Agnostic Jewish man and then is asked to bear her testimony of the Savior to them..... Hmmmm... well lookie ...here ladies, top that cookie cutter Temple cruisers. When their bragging simmered down and we went to a new room, I sat very still and took in the great Spirit that can only be found in the Temple of the Lord. Then I looked around and saw, I had no one to brag to. I put my head down, cuz I can breath better, and we don't want to start any tears flowing or else, a panic attack will soon follow. As I sat there trying to hold back tears mixed with shouts of joy about how wonderful MY daughter is as a missionary. I wanted to climb on top of the Temple with Captain Moroni and shout at the top of my Cragun lungs " NO.. Laura is the best Sister Missionary out serving. Her Elders told me and I have their voice on recording to prove it. I have received letters from her investigators thanking me for the love in Laura's heart and kindness in her eyes, and hard working hands. Then I kinda felt sad again for I was alone, then it happened. "HINKS"????, Is that you? I felt the most glorious peaceful warm feeling ever. Ahhhhh...... the Comforter was with me and I twas not alone. I basked in the warmth of the Comforter and glowed knowing Laura is an amazing daughter of God. I have been the blessed Mother who got to raise her, teach her and nurture her. I am the Mother who knows her heart and soul. I am the Mother of a Missionary who always took a stand against right and wrong, or the "Principle of it". I am the Mother of a very hard working Sister Missionary who is freezing in below single digit temperatures and still trying to get our and spread the Gospel. I again looked at the cookie cutters ladies comparing their 3 carat diamonds and bleach blond hair cuts from La Shae La Mont ( ok I do love the bleach ) and thought how lucky I was to be alone in the Temple and ponder our Heavenly Fathers Plan and think of Laura far, far, away. How blessed I was to be able to feel the peaceful Spirit of the Comforter in the Temple this day. I was reassured, encouraged and calm. I was so happy, I didn't have to sit and brag and compare with the cookie cutter copy cat Temple cruisers. For I know my girl is the Best.!!! I am out of time and must go. I learned today never to compare my life with cookie cutter's lives, and I need to keep cruising the Temple halls. All in my own sweet time. "Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side"
Sundance Film Festival is a coming next week , I must might have to crash a party or two. And I heard sweet Allison is coming up to ski with some girlfriends so maybe I will have a chance to see her and take her thru the Draper Temple before it's dedication. Love to you all, and Lolo is doing great. She got to ski New York snow with some investigators Tori and Hannah, so now Tori and Hannah need to come out to Utah and see what real powder is like. Love you a Missionary Mom, Kathy

Secret Garden

Shhhh... its a secret, don't tell. Doesn't everyone want a secret garden? Like in the movie, or possibly in a dream. A place where a child can play hide and seek, find unopened doors behind hedges, find secret treasures, dig for gold coins. We have such a small amount of child time, the innocent child time, the pure child time, when our imaginations can run as fast as our two little feet. Well.... this past week, Laura and Sister Winterton found a Secret Garden. They had driven past this vast, beautifully kept garden a few times, then they found themselves driving past a bit more frequently. Curiosity was starting to weigh heavily on these two adventurous red-heads. If they can open the double locked library door with a "fork", they surely can find away to get into the "gardens". Oh how I wish I were with them, I would come up with a cockamamie story to get in. Here's the difference between Sister Missionary' s and a scrapper. They just simply asked the owner if they could go in and look around. How could he say no to... two beautiful red-haired girls with big brown eyes. He couldn't... The very sweet and cautious gentleman, said "Why ... Yes... but please be careful and don't slip on the ice" Wow, that was easy. Maybe with the same wide eyed innocence the Queen would let the snoop around Buckingham Palace.
Oh my ....oh my.....my.. oh my, I got to see the pictures today..... what exquisite beauty, what playfulness, fun, what pioneer adventure. It was better than a movie, because my girl was the "star". There were pictures of Laura and Sister Winterton on old fashioned swings, really old antique swings, big and high, charming and captivating the kind only seen in castles or movies. They looked like children, big smiles and rosy cheeks and long red hair flowing behind them. I asked her...who were the two on the swings? She said '" me and sister Winterton. I could have sworn they were not a day over 5 years old. That is the magic of discovery. The white untouched snow was waist deep. The gates delicately elaborate, and the twinkle in their eyes was pure, childlike magic. Peeking thru the fairy-like gates, spellbound by the intertwined ivy vines creeping up the brick wall, the two Sisters watched squirrels chase each other and run up their familiar trees. Popping in and out of secret holes that only the squirrels know . These pictures I looked at today were magical and in the magic their light so shinned bright. The happiness that comes from with in and glows purely is the light of Christ. While having fun, exploring and observing their light shone brightly. It reminds me of our Brother Jesus in his own garden. Only he was not playing and exploring, but pleading with the Father for all of us so we can return " home" once again . Laura has to give a talk on the atonement tomorrow at Zone Conferance. She expressed her anxiety at not knowing what to say. I reminded her that when Grandpa Cragun went into UCLA Hospital for major cancer surgery , just in case ... his funeral services had been planned. Music, talks, program down to the smallest detail. I asked my Mother what his choice of music was. Mama Sue replied it was all about the atonement. For my Papa to want to center his funeral all around the atonement and what the Savior painfully did for all of us spoke volumes. He wanted everyone to know the importance of the atonement in his life, and what it meant to him. My father, a wonderful man, a "fine figure of a man", full of service to all, wanted to thank the Savior for giving us the opportunity to repent and return unto the fold. Papa knows that it is only through the Savior that we can return to our Father. What a gift we are given. How can we not pray on bended knee, our hearts full of gratitude? The deep gratitude sincerely felt for Christ's suffering on our behalf. In Gethsemae the Savior 'descended below all things' ( D & C 88:16) as He bore the burden of sin for every human being. " as we make the sacrifice to Him of all that we have and all that we are, the Lord will fill our hearts with peace. ( Bruce D. Porter) I am thrilled beyond anything imaginable that Laura is frolicking in secret gardens because of Our Savior in his Garden. As you continue your day, think of Laura and her adventures and discoveries, Secret Gardens and magic. Then thank our Lord for his endless love and pain he endured for ALL of us. Wow...what a thought, we are truly blessed. I looked up endure in the dictionary for my own benefit. Just listen to the definitions of endure: To resist, remain, last, continue , exist, prevail, sustain, service, outlast, carry on, live on, go on, hold on, outlive , bear up, permit, support with stand bear up, be patient, brave face, grin and bear it. These are just a few mentioned. Look it up and see if you could endure what our Savior endured for us. I hope to be taught to scan pictures in this darn computer and let you all see Lolo in the Secret Garden, but you can go to any religious book and see Jesus in his garden. My heart is once again full for the opportunity Laura has to serve. To help repay the debt of gratitude to our Atoning Savior. As always " Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" and know you are loved. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL , I need to go shovel snow, so much for my secret garden :) Love a Missionary Mom, Kathy
P.S. Papa Cragun is going great, just undergoing shoulder surgery in hopes to improve his wicked tennis serve. What a man.

"Hinks"

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE !!
I didn't know where to start for this past year has been chock full of BIG events. So I thought I would share a little personal story to end the year. President Gordon B. Hinckley was Laura and my most favorite Prophet. Maybe it was the way he said "Wonnderful ", or the way he challenged all of us to read and be excited about the BOM. Maybe it was the way he waved his cane to the people who loved him. I just wanted to pick him up and put him in my pocket. Whatever it was... President Hinckley made us all want to "Stand a Little Taller". We ...like most LDS members, felt the bittersweet sadness in our hearts when he passed on from this earth life. We were joyous for him to be reunited with his sweetheart, but how he is missed. The day of his funeral, it twas about 5 am and I had walked to the Provo Temple. I was sitting by the fountains and looking up at the gracefully waving Flag at half mass. The gentle falling of snowflakes had just begun, and I was missing my guy. Lolo called him...respectfully...".Hinks". I ever so softly heard my name...Kathy.... I perked up, sat alittle taller, I heard it again..Kathy....In my dramatic mind I was thinking " this is it... my personal inspiration" I stood up," Hinks is that you", cocking my head and waiting for some profound instructions on what to do. I heard my name again, this time there seemed to be a question mark at the end of Kathy. I turned and looked around...was anyone else hearing this, of course not, only the temple workers arrive that early. My bubble sorta popped when I heard my little neighbor calling out my name." Kathy, do you have on those gripper shoes"? I just had to giggle as I helped her up the slippery slope. Next big event. Laura and I going thru the temple together, as she was preparing for her Full-time LDS mission in Rochester New York.
I am proud to say I am following the footsteps of my great-great-grandmother, Martha Cragun , one of Utah's first children in the Salt lake Valley. She was driven to do as much temple work as she could. Martha was able to do many names for President Woodruff. I took that as a challenge to be like her. To have a desire to do the work. To date.. I have taken out endowments for 103 people. I have gone thru for women dating back to 1537 and some really cool Indian names, like Eating Bull, Tangled Hair, and Woman with pipe. I have a new OCD, and I love it. But my greatest day was another bittersweet moment. My daughter Laura packing her bags and walking thru the doors of the MTC. She was so calm, so positive, so ready, and possibly the most perfect daughter ever. We often thought 18 months... that's nothing, that's 18 fast Sunday's, it will fly by. I have never seen her braver. There was no time for tears and fond farewells. She had a mission to do, and by golly, "let's get this show on the road." You probably already know she was asked to give the closing prayer in front of 500 people. I was shaking in my boots, I just wanted to hold her, and love her up ( Debbie Kellogg saying), and hear her voice for 12 more hours. Okay... just 5 more hours, one hour, 15 minutes, please can I keep her? However, Laura is a warrior and a valiant missionary and she needed to go and to serve. How my heart is full, how my tears flow down my cheeks when I think of what she is doing in the service of our Lord. Laura is doing amazing work as a missionary. Her letters are inspiring, full of miracles and love. My best gift in this world is Laura, I could be living in a van down by the river and never feel lonely or in despair or poor. Laura is my miracle and the pounding of my heart is from her doing what is right, and being a worthy daughter of God to make this life decision. October 2009 will not come fast enough. But there is work to do and time is really quite short. I only wish I could film her every move and replay it day after day and beam with pride. My pledge to her and "Hinks" is to make both of them proud of me and for me to do my best at all times and " Stand a little Taller"
I pray for a "Wonnderful" year for each of you. I love you all, I appreciate you all. My heart of full of gratitude to our Savior Jesus Christ and the Atonement. Our Stake Presidency sent out a card this year and it states" And his name shall be called" Almighty...Beloved, Christ the Lord, Creator, Deliver, The Good Shepard, Eternal Father, Messiah...Mighty God...Prince of Peace, Son of God.... True and Living God.... and ending with Wonderful. May we all remember Jesus is the reason for this season. May we be happy...and grateful for all we have. Let's all try to make it a banner year, to be happy, to serve, and Stand a little Taller.
I shall write next year and in the in between time..."Stay on the Right side of the Light side"
and find comfort in knowing you are of great worth to our Heavenly Father and you are loved. Be safe, healthy and like our new Prophet... President Monson says " Enjoy the Journey"
Love and hugs to you, a Missionary mom, Kathy.

" What a Wonderful Life"

Good-morning my friends. I hope all your Christmases were bright and Santa brought you at least one thing you wished for. On Christmas Eve, I was watching the classic "What a Wonderful Life " with Jimmy Stewart. We were about 15 minutes from the end of the movie and I hear a knock at the door. I grab Nightmare in her cute pink sweater with pearls and head to the door.
Well there he was....No not Santa, but pretty close. O' Glade Hunsaker , Mr. tall dark and handsome was holding a tray. He said" this is from Ms Kristen, This is from Ms. Judy, and this is also from Ms. Judy and me." He asks if all is well and am I ready for Santa. As I closed the door, I thought " What a Wonderful Life" to have friends who stop by in a snow storm to deliver love and glad tidings. Friends who make sure you are doing okay alone after zipper neck surgery. Friends who check up on you twice a day to make sure you are breathing( Jilly), Young Womens who sneakily leave me gifts and hide it behind a broom on the porch. Friends and neighbors who move snow in the middle of the night. And how wonderful to have a worthy, beautiful daughter on a mission, serving with all her might and soul. How lucky we are to have our Savior Jesus Christ and the atonement . It is a wonderful world and we are so blessed. My Christmas was perfect. A yummy family traditional meal with the O'dell Miner family. Watching Grandpa Miner put on his grand children's Indiana Jones hat and play with the whip. His lovely wife Dorothy by his side and always a sweetie who beams with the light of Christ and has so much love for her family, the feeling is a memory for sure. Watching the boys Mason and Logan play with the toys Santa brought. Watching adults trying to " figure" these flashlights out. Oh.... it was a joyous day for all. Thank-you to everyone who invited me into their home to share traditions and stories. And also for D'Anna Ely for inviting me over for a beautiful turkey dinner and to meet all her family. I thank-you all from the Southwest, Northeast, North west, Southeast sides of my heart.( Did ya get that Jilly) You.... my friends are truly wonderful and I love you all.
It is a Wonderful Life, Happy Holidays
Love Kathy, the Zipper neck. Stay on the Right side of the Light side always. right Bryn.!!

Holiday Barbie/Bryn

Okay.... let me tell you about Bryn, Bryn-a-lyn- Bryn-a-san, Daughter #2, . Well ...why don't we just call her Mary Poppins, because she is "Practically Perfect in every Way" Yep, yep there is only one person with as much energy, ambition, motivation, STORIES, and kind heart as my Brynny. Many years ago, when I was a high powered office manager. We needed a nice girl, someone who would be a team player, work hard and laugh. The day Bryn walked thru the french doors at Dr. Hunsaker's dental office, I knew I found my girl. All decked out in red and khaki , her little blond bob neatly coiffed and just as polite as a well trained debutante. I asked her a few questions, and zippy-do-da... decision made, we had found our girl. Little did I know at the time, it would be a friendship of a lifetime, with more laughter and more stories. This girl has some narly stories. Come on Bryn , she is so modest. Who else rides horses with MITT ROMMEY?, or charmed Dennis Rodman to pose for a picture at his restaurant. " Ahhh come on Dennis... one little pic", Or even better... who gets to part-tay with Governor Huntsman, at the manse no less. If there is a will there's a way, she can do anything. As I was lying in my Hospital bed at the 5 star Huntsman Chateau, the door creaks open, and I see this bright cheerful, almost bewitching smile. "Hi Kathy, " Bryn says as she slowly sashays in the room. Oh my... is it the morphine or did Holiday Barbie just walk in the room. A festive red blazer with a holiday brooch. Yep, that's my girl. I looked like a cat run over and dragged 15 miles thru dirt,snow, blood and left for dead. Bryn on the other hand, couldn't have looked more lovely, bright and festive. How does she do it? We chatted for awhile, she sat patiently while I begged the nurse for more pain meds (refused), she gave me sympathy when they misplaced my clothes ( most importantly my tooth), and was so excited to learn I got to order anything I wanted from the menu. " Oh... Bryn says," they have the best food here, it is unbelievable" I'm like " Come on, lets get mad, no drugs, no tooth, and no food yet and it's 12:00. Bryn patiently sits and has a nice comment to say about everything. Flashback to the dentist office. In Dr. Hunsaker's 10 years of practice, Bryn was the only employee to get her picture with him. Bryn convinced the car detailing guy to let her sit in Dr's red hummer and take a picture. Bryn introduced Dr. Hunsaker to Cafe Rio, and he would only order it if Bryn wanted it that day, the girl is magic. And I mean it ...honestly. We won't go into detail the day she gave her two week notice, planning on heading to Wash., DC. to intern in a law office. Heh...Heh.... our secret Bryn and I love you for it. If I haven't heard from Bryn for 10 days or so, I wonder..."is she building a school for orphans in Hati", is she climbing the Great Wall in China?, Is she eating roasted chicken with her fingers with my daughter in Hawaii?, Yes..Yes.. and Yes... Bryn knows everyone and loves everyone and never has a mean thing to say. My heart is full of the love I have for her and her sweet mother Linda. Each time they visit, I am left feeling better about life. They are amazing and marvelous. I am so blessed to have them in my life. I love the fact that Bryn made a commitment to donate money to Lolo's mission fund, she says, she believes in LDS missions and blessings received . Bryn's mission is in the sky's. Flying for a major airlines, she is close to God and I do believe they communicate when she is in the clouds. Bryn has a pure light so bright, no one or nothing can dim it. I love you Brynny. I hope the stories continue and I will come to the cottage and enjoy some R & R with you when I am well enough to drive. Have a Merry Christmas - Happy Holidays and thank you for all you have done for me and Lolo. I don't need to tell you, but here goes" Stay on the Right side of the Light side" I love ya missy and would do anything in my power for you. Take care and thanks for letting me write about you.
Love Mommy #2 ,Kathy, Zipper neck, or just plain Fancy Pants.