The Snow & Sunsets

The weather has been crazy since you left.  It’s funny because you never liked really cold weather, so you left just in time.  I remember that morning I was with you in the room alone.  I was typing on my laptop while you were taking a nap.  You tapped on your bed and signaled me to come over.  You mouthed to me “I need to buy something for Lindsay for Christmas”.  Tears start to roll down the side of your face.  There was a look in your eyes that you knew you weren’t going to be here for Christmas, and you were going to miss us all here, but I saw no fear.  I shook my head “Sure, what is it?”  You mouthed, “I want you to give her a Snuggie from me”.  I smiled.  You mouthed, “Promise?”.  I smiled again, “Of Course”.  Up until your last breath, you were thinking of others.   I gave that Snuggie to Lindsay on Christmas day.   I know you were there with us all.  I could feel your love.  It wasn’t me that gave it to her.  It was you.  

You gave the snow to the kids these couple of days while they are out of school.  We RARELY have snow, especially not around Christmas and especially not twice in a week.  The snow yesterday was fluffy and so easy to make a snow man.  I couldn’t get the kids to stay in long enough to get warm. 

Last night I couldn’t stop thinking about you.  I layed there and talked to you.  You were with me.   I cried, but mostly cried happy tears.  Of course I miss you and it was weird you not being here with us on Christmas.  It was weird having all of us together and we couldn’t see you.  I stop and I think about how much pain you were in.  The sores you had all over your body.  The bones you had sticking out of your back.  The abundance of medicine you were taking and it’s ALL GONE!   How AWESOME is He!?!?  I can’t begin to imagine how you must feel now.  

Lately there have been some amazing sunsets.  There was this one that it looked as if some wings were opening up out of this cluster of clouds.  There was another one where it looked like a huge hand reaching down out of the clouds.   Even the kids saw it.  We talk about you all the time.   The kids miss you terribly!  As a matter of fact there is a preview out for “Alvin and the Chipmunks – The Squeakwal” and they told me this morning that if Courtney was here she would be taking us to see that.  They said, Courtney loved to take us to the movies.  Yes, you did! 

I love you Court.  Although you aren’t here with us on Earth, you have sent so many signs that you are still here with us in spirit.  I want to Thank You for that. 

All my Love,  Megan

Random thought

This line came from an email my mom sent to me this morning – it made me think of Courtney so I wanted to add it for all to read:

“Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings…”

Which made me think that sometimes we don’t realize it’s their wings we’re hearing until they have to go back home.  I miss my Courtney.

Love, Kelly

A memory with Courtney

One of my best memories with Courtney happened only a couple years ago.  In May of 2007, Marty and I decided to take a cruise as our family vacation.  We told Courtney about it, and she was so excited for us that we asked her join us on the trip.  So we packed up the car and drove down to Galveston for a 5 day cruise to Progreso and Cozumel, Mexico.

The ship itself wasn’t that big, at least compared to the one and only other cruise I’ve been on, so by the 3rd day we’d pretty much seen all that the ship had to offer.  Of course, the shows change daily, but for the most part, there was no more exploring to do.  Except for this one spot at the very front of the boat…  If we were standing on an upper deck, we could look down and see a few people lounging around a small pool.  It looked so nice and inviting compared to other parts of the boat that had many people roaming about.  So, one day while Courtney and I were by ourselves watching a show, I leaned over to her and said “Do you want to see if we can go find that little pool?”  She of course smiled and said yes.  I pointed to a set of doors towards the front of the auditorium and said, “I think we should go that way.”  Now I must say that a show was going on, so the auditorium was dark.  I pulled Courtney behind me (because she couldn’t really see well in the dark) and we made our way to the set of doors.  There wasn’t a sign that warned us not to go in, so we did.  We entered a hallway and climbed down a few flight of stairs to another set of doors.  When we walked through them, we were standing outside on the front of the ship!  Nobody else was down there – just me and Courtney!  The lack of people standing around didn’t alarm me; I figured it was just because nobody ever thought to walk through the doors at the front of the auditorium.  Courtney didn’t say anything either, so we kept exploring.  We walked towards the front of the boat and there was another set of stairs that took you down to a lower deck, and on that deck was the ship’s bell.  I turned to Courtney and said “let’s go down there and take our picture in front of the bell!”  She was up for whatever and followed right behind me like a little puppy dog.  Now, I should probably also tell you that there was a little chain strung across the stairway down to the lower deck, but again, there wasn’t a sign telling us to stay out.  So I tried to unhook the chain, but to no avail.  Rather than turning around and giving up on the picture, we simply ducked under the chain and walked down the stairs.  We took turns taking pictures of each other in front of the bell, and when we were satisfied with our portraits, we climbed back up the stairs and under the chain.  When we reached the top, a man in a white uniform stopped us and said “you two aren’t supposed to be down here.”  To which we simply replied, “no problem, we were just leaving,” and we turned and walked back the way we came in – going up more stairs and into the auditorium (which was still dark because of a show).  When we returned to our seats, Courtney said in her sarcastic voice “I can’t believe you just walked all the way down there.  Don’t you think the unmarked doors and CHAIN across the stairs should have been your clue that we weren’t supposed to go down there!”  I just shrugged my shoulders and said “oh well, we had fun didn’t we?  If that guy hadn’t shown up, I bet we would have found the pool!”  We got the best laugh out of that! 

I can hear her laughing now…

Love always,

Kelly

I’m talking to Court

Today was such a beautiful day!  Low 60’s and super sunny.  My 4-year-old niece Camryn was riding on her scooter that I gave her for her birthday a couple of weeks ago.  Lindsay said that she was riding along, when she says “Is this a shortcut?” and Lindsay answered her and said “Yeah” and then Camryn tells her “No, I am talking to Courtney”.  Taking Camryn out on her scooter is something Courtney would have done if she was still with her. 

Camryn woke Lindsay up the other night after having a nightmare that Barney the dinosaur was attacking her.  I would be scared too!   Lindsay told her to try to go back to bed and think of something that she loves.  She told her to think of her favorite thing when going to bed and she would have good dreams.  Lindsay asks her what her favorite thing is, and she replies “Courtney”.  Lindsay sends her back to bed and tells her that Courtney will protect her and keep over her.  The next morning Lindsay gets up to wake Camryn and hears a little bell ringing from her Christmas tree in her living room.  The only problem is that she doesn’t have anything on her tree that would ring like that.  Lindsay thought to herself, that it must be Courtney letting her know that she was watching over Camryn last night.  Once Lindsay woke up Cammie, she asked her if she had anymore bad dreams and she told her “Nope” and that she slept good. 

Thanks Court! 

See, she’s still watching over her nieces and nephews.  Just like she always loved to do. 

Love, Megan

St. Anthony, St. Ann, and St. Jude

Most of you know that my Grandma, Nanny Shea always prays to these three Saints whenever she has lost something.  Coming from a Catholic family on my Mom’s side…this has become a family tradition, a known fact that if you lose something, you pray to them.  As a matter of fact, one time I was out-of-town visiting one of my oldest best friends in Austin.  Stephanie was attending The University of Texas.  She and I had gone out for the evening on 6th Street.  Not necessarily being “Angels” per say, because there was a lot of alcohol consumption, but we weren’t out of control either.  Steph had decided to not carry a purse with her to hold her keys.   She then proceeds to take the ignition key of her jeep off the key ring and slid it down the side of the plastic cellophane covering her cigarettes so that she wouldn’t have a huge key ring to carry around too.    After Steph and I had stopped and visited several bars and ready to head home, we realized that “the key” is not in the plastic cellophane in her pack of cigarettes.   At this point we aren’t really sure where we lost the key and not really sure if we can back track our steps.   In panic mode, I stopped and told Steph, let’s say a quick prayer to St. Anthony, St. Ann and St. Jude.   These Saints are supposed to help you find anything you have lost.  We are now standing in the middle of a restroom in one of the bars, and start to say our prayer.   As we leave this bar, we are trying to trace our steps back to the last few bars and while walking;  we are looking down at the brick sidewalks, looking at the sewer drains in the street to find a needle in a haystack.   If you are familiar with 6th Street in Austin, or any major college down where all the bars are located…this key is to never be found because there are people everywhere.   After asking a zillion of people, going bar to bar and we trace our steps, becoming more desperate and thinking we may have to walk a couple of miles home or try to get a cab – with little to no money left on us.   We arrive to what we think was the first bar we went to.  We are asking around and somehow this dude from across the bar finds out we are looking for a key.  He hold’s it up in the air, and says “You looking for a key?  Is this it?”.    Steph and I are in shock and quickly grab the key from him.  We thank the random dude and head back to Steph’s place.   We didn’t talk much on the way home, and there were probably two reasons we lost that key.  1. God wanted us to sober up before we drove home.  2.  God wanted us to renew our faith in him.   OK, and maybe the key in the cellophane wasn’t a good idea either.  When Steph and I got home she asked me what the Saints names were again.  She grabbed a post-it note and wrote them on her fridge and said she would never forget that event.    

Which brings me to the reason for sharing this with you.  Scotty and I had bought a brand new digital camera last Christmas.   Shortly after we got that camera it disappeared and I’ve been praying to The Saints for the last several months.   I have looked ALL OVER this house and have asked friends and family if they have seen this camera.  Did we leave it at a friend’s house?  Even the thought of someone taking it from our house while entertaining crossed my mind.  Not that we would have anyone we know ever do that, but you just start to think these things.    Mind you, it’s been almost a year since I’ve seen this camera and after we bought a new one for our trip to Antigua in October, I’ve totally forgotten about it.   I was laying in bed the other night.  I’m saying my prayers, talking to God, talking to my Dad, to Marsha, and my Sister Courtney.  When all of a sudden the camera pops in my head.  So I asked Courtney if she knew where the camera was.  I said to her, I’ve talked to The Saints but I still haven’t found that camera and could she help me find it.  A couple of days go by and we had family come in town from Virgina Beach.  We are leaving Sunday morning to head out to church and as I go to put my coat on, I realize my right pocket is heavy.   I reach into my pocket and there it was.  The camera I’ve been looking for.   With family around me,  witnessing what I had found.  I start to tell them about my prayers and question to Court.  OK, so I start to freak out.  Here’s the camera I’ve been looking for!   The battery was totally dead, and I was hoping to find some pics of Court on it.   After we returned from church, I put the battery in and didn’t have any random pics of Court.   I’m not saying she’s a Saint – but I think she certainly had some pull in me finding that camera.  I really don’t know why it would have been in that coat pocket in the first place.  

Anyway, the point to this post is never give up on your prayers.  Keep the faith and nothing is impossible.   Write down these Saints names, because you just might need them some day.

Megan

Save the Date:

Wow, it’s amazing how so many things have started to come together after Courtney’s passing.  Although she’s no longer here, she’s still here in spirit and is making sure we will reach our $15K goal.   I sent an email out to a group of friends to Join our CF Team for the Great Strides walk in May 2010.  We now have 15 walkers signed up on our team and we are currently at $4415, that’s 20% of our goal.  Our cousin Eric Shea in Virginia Beach has booked his flight to come be a part of the walk in May.  My good friend Angela from McAfee has mentioned her husband’s band IMI might be willing to do a Charity Concert in Honor of Courtney.  Another good friend JoAna who’s also at McAfee told me she’s going to start working on a fundraiser at McAfee to raise money for our team.

Yesterday I received an email from an old friend from High School that made my day.  Sarah Brady and I were on drill team together for a couple of years and although a lot of my old “Golden Girls” will always hold a special place in my heart and some memories for life – we haven’t kept in touch except through FB and email.   Sarah has a good friend that has Cystic Fibrosis as well.  CF is not as common or known as most genetic diseases like MD, and illnesses like Cancer so the awareness and support isn’t as big.  Sarah realized this when she was searching for a CF marathon to participate in.  She discovered there are only 2 in the nation – one in Atlanta, GA and Miami, FL.  CRAZY HUH, when you know how many marathons are out there!  She will be participating in the Miami 65 Roses marathon next month and has been struggling with the fundraising efforts.  Sarah put some of her resources together and has pulled some strings to hold a CF Fundraiser at Hotel ZaZa on January 14th.  She has asked me to help her with the event in Honor of her good friend Selwa and my sister Courtney and all of those amazing CF’rs out there.  Selwa, just so you know…you have one amazing friend and an awesome Cyster now watching over you!  I can’t wait to meet Selwa one of these days.

Sarah and I will be meeting soon to work out more details and silent auction items we will have at the event.  Save the date for now and more details to come.  I have a feeling 2010 is going to be a much better year for all of us.

January 14th, 2010 . Hotel ZaZa . 6-8:30pm

Thanks Sarah, you are a God send!

~Megan

Her Favorite Color Was Green

A good neighbor I greatly miss (who moved to Houston) sent me a message yesterday.  She came across a song called “Her Favorite Color Was Green”.  She was right, I absolutely feel like David M. Bailey wrote it about Courtney.  How could the lyrics fit so well?   D’Lyn and I share a great bond.  She lost her mother a couple of years ago to Cancer.  D’Lyn is as passionate about finding a cure for Cancer as I am about finding a cure for CF.  D’Lyn Biggs has raised hundreds of thousands of dollars for Breast Cancer research and she has inspired me to work harder to raise money for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation.    Thank you D’Lyn for sending me this song.  You have always been so thoughtful!  Your prayers have been comforting.

Here’s the link to the song and the lyrics:

Her favorite color was green
That’s about all that I know
Except she knew the Lord Loved her –
her Bible told her so.

She swam in an ocean of laughter
She danced in a desert of grace
The way she loved those around her
Was written all over her face

I was there the morning she left us
I heard every tear that was shed
I wanted to ask God the reason
But I asked him what now instead

What now, God would you have us say?
What now, God would you have us do?
Wasn’t it clear she was faithful?
Wasn’t that enough for you?

God said, how could you ask such a question? Surely the answer is clear?
Do I have to paint you a picture?
Is it not enough I am here?

I said God, that’s not what I meant
But she was just too young to die
God said I know what you mean – Remember I watched my son cry
I said yes, but at least your boy is with you
God said right, and now so is she
I set her a place at my table
and man, you should see that girl eat

In fact, I wish you could see her smiling
then you’d know she feels right at home
She’s been telling the angels about you
Just so you won’t feel alone

Her favorite color was green
That’s my favorite too
She’s already sliding down rainbows
Right between yellow and blue

  http://www.davidmbailey.com/audio/DAVID_M_BAILEY-Her_Favorite_-3.m3u

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