Monday, March 05, 2012
Saturday February 25th at 6:30 am I was on the couch. I had slept there trying to get propped up enough to end the heartburn/acid thing that happens at the end of my pregnancies. Trent had just come out of our room and snuggled up to me and we were just visiting for a few minutes when a cell phone rang. I thought it Trent's phone and perhaps an alarm had gone off at the building he manages or something. We let it ring. But after a minute, I realized that it had been my cell phone and in my heart I knew what that meant. I called my dad back and sure enough he said, "Sarah has passed, she is beautiful." I asked if we should come and he said we should. We woke up the kids, fed, and dressed them in their soccer uniforms. We made a few phone calls and were able to drop them off at my dear friend Kathi's house right around the corner at 8am. We drove to my parents house and walked in to Sarah's room to see her looking peaceful and surrounded by her oldest son Gabe, Amber, Landon and all my siblings except for Emily who was back in Utah and Ted who wasn't able to leave work. She was wearing a knitted hat my Grandma Donna had made her before she passed over a year ago and a slight smile, that I hadn't seen on her face for over a week. I kissed her forehead and sat among my family and showed them the picture that Charlotte had made that morning of her giving Aunt Sarah flowers in her bed and written- "Aunt Sara this rumins (reminds) me of you". Shortly after I sat down Sarah's younger two boys walked in and we all began to cry- except for her youngest Jackson (9yrs) who seemed to be processing things differently. We all sat there with her for an hour or so crying and laughing and talking about our beloved sister. My dad made us breakfast and we ate. Then the men from the funeral home came to take her body. We surrounded her again and my Dad gave a beautiful prayer and we said goodbye. It was a special morning full of pain and also of love and gratitude.