Just an Update to the last post: RaLee made it to Crystal's it was a rough ride for her. She decided to take the short cut and ride her bike over the condemed bridge. They put up a fence at both ends so she lifted her bike over the fence and dropped it to the other side then climbed over and repeated this process on the other side. That's how she ripped her pants and cut her thumb. Then as she approached the entrance to Crystal's housing development the chain fell off the old bike and she crashed it! Then she pushed the bike until she found a place to hide the bike so she could run the rest of the way. She hid it behind the entrance sign to Laredo Ranch. When she went back later to retreive it someone had stollen it! But she was there for Crystal and she never left her side. She said Crystal talked in her sleep alot and even got up and was tossing her books(scriptures) on her night stand to the floor saying she needed to clean the house. RaLee calmed her down, which Crystal later would say she doesn't even remember doing, and Crystal finally fell asleep...sleeping in (in her own house) for the first time since Sage died. Thanks to RaLee.
RaLee and I were bored so we took some photos...yes this post is all about RaLee. Jessica's little girls want a "Photo Shoot" too so I will do that tomorrow evening but for now...it's all about our princess.
So that's some of my favorite shots from this evening. It may seem that I focus on RaLee a lot but I can not tell you how much I love and appreciate this amazing daughter of mine! She is special in every way and has a way of just lighting up the world around you and making you happy. She is loving and very compassionate.
For instance...this evening we were sitting at the computer looking through the photos when my cell phone rang. It was Crystal and she was experiencing the horrible and gut wrenching sobs that are so over powering that it can take her hours to get it to stop. She had not slept in three days and she is exhausted. You see Friday Sage would have been celebrating his first birthday and all Crystal wants is to get to buy wrapping papers, a riding push car (a tradition she started for their first birthday), his own special birthday cake with the number one on top and a new birthday outfit. But instead she's planning a party to remember him. Her kids were in bed and the tears began and wouldn't stop and Spencer was at work...I feel helpless and try to listen and calm her down...I don't have a car...I'm watching Jessica's children...so I can't get to her this time..."just breathe honey just breathe please. Oh Crystal honey I'm so sorry"...RaLee could hear it all. She looked at me and wispered, "Mom I'm going to her...she needs me." She jumped on her dads bike and rode all the way to Crystal's just to be with her sister. It was after 10pm, dark and still a hundred degrees outside, and Crystal's house is many miles away. I said a prayer for her safety and let her go. I didn't tell Crystal that RaLee was comming and I was so relieved when I heard RaLee's knock on the door over the sobs on the phone. You can only imagine Crystal's amazement to see her baby sister standing on her door step with her jeans ripped from the knee to the zipper. So much for her favorite old pair of jeans she wore in the photo shoot.
You see RaLee can't ride a bike...she quit riding when she was 8 after a bad wreck and many stitches. RaLee is also VERY afraid of the dark. She was just telling me yesterday how she can't ride a bike any more and how scared she is of them...but she heard Crystal sobs and pushed her own fears aside and went to be with her sister. She spent the night with her hoping she would finally be able to sleep.
That's RaLee...that's the kind of daughter, sister and friend she is and I'm so very proud of her.
There's no tradedy in life like the death of a child.
Things never get back to the way they were.
-Dwight D. Eisenhower
Tears
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messenger of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love."
-Washington Irving