Are You Tired of Syncronicities yet? Here's another

Don and I served on our Ward Christmas social Committee this year. Ruthanna Jensen was our Chairman. I have never met a more organized sweet and thoughtful person in my life. Ruthanna had everything all worked into a time schedule, Even to when to put the Chicken in the oven I had an easy Job, I helped decorate, chopped things up for our home made Cranberry sauce, and cooked carrots for 300 People, then I helped serve the meal. Everything was going along according to schedule when shortly before the dinner was to start we checked the chicken, most of the chicken was still raw. Several of us took pans of chicken home to cook in our own ovens, and we had to make an annoucement that dinner would be delayed for a bit as the chicken still needed to cook a bit longer. Ruthanna was visibly upset and blaming herself thinking the social was ruined. We tried to reassure her that everything would be fine, and actually it was, people were visiting and singing Christmas carols and having a good time but still it ruined Ruthannas day and what was even worse was that it was her birthday that day. Happily the Chicken got cooked Dinner was served and we had a record turnout of people and there was plenty of food to go around. The Synchronicity happened a few days later, Ruthanna was at the University of Utah taking sonmething to her daughter when she walked by a banquet room filled with people, just as the M. C. made an announcement that dinner would be delayed because the Chicken wasn't finished cooking yet. It was then that she was finally able to relax and laugh about our own Christmas Social Dilema.

Sherrie Winder Syncronicity

Sherri Lee Adair Jepson Winder
1953 ~ 2011
Our dear Sherri Winder passed away September 11, 2011, in a car accident in Washington County, Utah. She was born September 17, 1953 in Seattle, Washington to James Wendell and Betty Rose Hellman Adair. She attended Woodway High School, Shoreline Community College and Brigham Young University. On May 30, 1973, she married her best friend Kent Layton Winder, in the Salt Lake Temple. Together they raised five children. She is survived by Kent, her husband of 38 years; children Aimee (Matt) Newton, Mike (Karyn) Winder, Tami (Tom) Larsen, Nathan Winder and Isaac (Candalyn) Winder; And others, She was preceded in death by her father James Adair and father-in-law Ned Winder.

From Me, "Sherrie was a lovely woman full of grace, Charm and Caring for others.
I met her when she married Kent, Over the years Kent has been my boss in whatever department I worked in at Winder Dairy. Sherries death came as a great shock to me.

As many who are reading this know, I collect little items of Syncronicity when I come across them, an interesting note is that her own Father James Wendell Adair, was killed in a car accident on 9/11 (Sorry, I don't know the exact year, BUT I think about 1959) when Sherrie was only 6 years old.
One other personal observation, I have never seen so many flowers at a funeral. Ever. It was a great tribute to Sherri from all those who's life she had touched."

This Synchronicity was shared with me by Sherris sister in law Wendy Winder Bassett, shortly after Sherries death."

Wendy said "A couple of things I wanted to share that happened before Sherri's death that, looking back, make me realize how prepared she was. First I have to say that Sherri always lived the Gospel to its fullest. She was a wonderful member missionary. She always took at least one Book of Mormon to share on every cruise or family trip we ever went on. Sometimes it just got added to the cruise library but often times it was given to a room steward or waiter or fellow passenger. On our last sibling trip to Spain, she handed us all pass along cards in the Salt Lake Airport with the challenge to share them. I am ashamed to admit that the rest of my family is not nearly as enthusiastic as Sherri was about sharing the gospel. We all worry about the typical things of imposing on someone, but not Sherri. She knew she had something great to share and she never hestitated. I will never forget riding on top of the Rio Bamba (a cool triain ride in Ecuador) and having Sherri behind me, sitting back to back, and listening to her tell the college student next to her why our church was different from all the rest. She seemed to have no fear! And I have to add, along with this, she was also a fabulous fellowshipper/visiting teacher in our own ward. When my bro-in-law Brent was bishop, he referred to Sherri as the "secret weapon." If someone less active needed a friend - call Sherri as her visiting teacher. She was diligent about her duties. There are several women active in the ward today because of her.

Now back to how prepared she was. A few months ago Sherri had a friend in the temple tell her about a dream this friend had about being prepared. As her friend spoke, Sherri felt the spirit of what she was saying and started beefing up their own personal and home preparedness. She got food storage and water and all those kinds of things. The day before she died she came home all excited because she got the last stove insert that fits into a fireplace at the Army Navy Store. She was on a quest to be ready. My sister Janet was talking to Sherri about this a few weeks ago when we were all at our little Winder Reunion at Fountain Green and Sherri said to Janet, "and you know what we are preparing for don't you?" and Janet said she sat there thinking and thinking what she might be referring to and Sherri answered - "why 9/11 of course." Little did Sherri know what was going to happen on 9/11 (the day of the accident) to her personally. But she had a prompting to be prepared and she followed it. Very typical Sherri.

The last quick personal thing about her being prepared. Back in August, a couple weeks after my birthday, she and Kent showed up at my house one Sunday afternoon after church. Sherri had a big package in her hand - my birthday present. She apologized that it was late but was excited for me to open it. Turns out it was a beautifully framed cross stitch picture that has hung in their family room (in both homes they lived in) since I gave it to them in 1985. It was a year we had their name for Christmas and I had worked on this cross stitch for months and when Christmas rolled around we decided to give it to them. It says "Happiness is Homemade" and had a house on it that looked like the home they were living in at the time. Sherri was so delighted with that gift and she had framed it (something we couldn't afford as Bret was still in school.) Over the years I have commented to her how much it meant to me that she loved it so much to put it up and keep it up for so long. (I have to add here that Sherri always had a perfect looking house, like magazine perfect) Anyway, after 25 years she had other stuff she wanted to put on her walls, (who wouldn't?) and wanted me to have it back. It touched me so that when I unwrapped it I got tearful, and she got tearful, and there we stood at my front door hugging and bawling and sharing our love. It wasn't just one hug and a goodbye (I remember because Kent was standing there saying "hon, we need to go. . ") but we hugged several times and really had quite a cry, considering it was just a picture. I remember walking back into the kitchen afterwards and Rosey asked, "WHAT was that about?" I said I didn't really know but it sure was sweet! Well now I know, it my tender mercy, my sweet personal farewell with dear Sherri who was a very dear person to me. Looking back I realize it was a gift I can truly cherish, not just the picture which I have hung here in the family room, but the memory of the love we shared at that moment.

So there you have some thoughts. Thanks for letting me share. Congrats if you made it to this point.

Love to all, Wendy

"REST IN PEACE Sherri, You lived life well and now We all know you have gone on to prepare a place for those you love"

We have been so blest to be able to travel occasionally, This last week was spent in Jackson Hole Wyoming, With Our Daughter Jennifer, Son in law Wayne and two of our grandaughters, Kelsey and Ashley Bushman. While there we attended a Chuckwagon Supper Show at the Bar J Ranch. On the back of our ticket was this little saying:

From The Bar J Wranglers

“The Stranger within our gates”

Because this Restaurant is a human institution to serve people, and not solely a money making organization We hope that God will grant you peace and rest while you are here.

May our place be your “second” home. May those you love be near you in thoughts and dreams. Even though we may not get to know you, we hope that you will be comfortable and happy as if you were In your own house.

May the business that brought you our way prosper. May every call you make and every message you receive add to your joy. When you leave, may your journey be safe.

We are all travelers. From “birth till death” we travel between the eternities. May these days be pleasant for you, profitable for society, helpful for those you meet, and a joy to those who know and love you best.

Anonomous

We enjoyed the show very much and the Bar J Wranglers are really talented and put on a great show.

Another highlight from this vacation was our visit to the Ripleys Believe it or Not museum.
In order to get a $2 discount on our Tickets we each had to eat a Mealy (?) worm. The young man who sold us our tickets said they weren't to bad they kind of tasted like a funyun, We all ate one and I get sick just thinking about that now. ALSO I don't think I will ever be able to eat another funyun in my entire life!

Thinking of my Dad, June 18, 2011

Last night, June 17th we were late getting home and it was dark, but my yard lights were all shinning brightly and I began to think of my dad when I saw them.

I was very fortunate in my life to have had Orley Edwin Bills Sr as my father.
I don't know if I had been allowed to choose him as my father or not but I like to think that I chose him as my dad.

Dad had a wonderful sense of humor and that must be why a Good sense of Humor is very important to me when I choose friends. a few last Memories of my Dad was Shortly before he died, On Thanksgiving day of 2003, My mom had found my Dad on the floor beside his bed, when she woke up, she didn't know how long he had acrually lain there, his legs had finally given out on him and he could no longer stand on his own. Mom called Randy and he came right over and helped mom get Dad up off the floor. My brothers Orley Jr and Randy, helped him around all that day and after dinner it was decided that they should take him to the emergency ward and be checked out, He had no strength in his legs and could not stand on his own at all, so It was decided that dad would go to a rehabilitation center for some therapy to help him get back on his feet. Dad worked hard at his therapy but it was not helping him to regain any strength, so he was wheel chair bound. Several weeks later we received a call saying they had rushed my dad to the hspital, he was running a very high temperature and his blood pressure was out of control.

By the time I got to the hospital They had him in an intensive care unit and were working on him and running him through a bunch of tests, they couldn't find anything wrong except the fever and blood pressure problem, they had finally done all they could do and then they placed him in a room where we were allowed to gather and be by him as a family. I was standing by Dad as he kept reaching up like he was trying to take a hold of something, I said "Dad what are you trying to reach" and he said, "I'm trying to reach those stars" I said "What Stars Dad?" and he started to sing "Twinkle Twinkle little star".

After several days in the hospital his blood pressure was down and his temperature was returning to normal, Mom had a meeting with us kids and told us that we would need to decide whether life saving measures would be needed if he had another spell like that last one, Luckily they didn't put him on life support at that time but we needed to decide if this happened again and life support was an option what we sould need to do, If it was a yes or no decision . It was decided at that time that we would opt for NO life support. We all knew that Dad would hate living without his abilities to take care of himself, he hated being wheelchair bound, he and Mom had talked about this a few times and both had agreed they would not want life support if they had no quality of life left in their life. after we talked we went back into Dads room to tell him we were leaving for the night, Mom bent down to give him a kiss and said "I'll see you tomorrow Orley" Dad said "are you going home"? Mom said yes, Dad immediately tried to get out of bed and said "Wait a minite and I'll go with you" That was so like my Dad. We explained he couldn't go with us until he was feeling better and able to walk a little" After that Dad tried even harder with his therapy but still could not gain any strength back.

All in all it was about a month later on December 28, 2003 That Dad Passed away.
The people that I worked with at Einder Dairy, took up a little collection, and gave me some money in a sympathy Card, I offered it to Mom to help with some of the expenses but Mom said she didn't need that money as Dads expenses were all taken care of and so my thoughts went back to the night that dad sang twinkle twinkle little star and I decided to buy some Yard lights with that money. Then in the evenings when I saw them shinning I would think of my Dad as he sang Twinkle Twinkle little Star.

These were some of my thoughts as I looked at my yard lights last night.
Tomorrow is Fathers Day and once again I am so Thankful for the wonderful Dad I was blessed to have in this life. Happy Fathewrs Day Dad

Cherish The Time You Have together

I belong to an incredimail stationary group, and one creator always adds this footer to her stationary, She just sent this through her group and it has touched me very deeply




I have had many of you ask about the butterfly....In the footer of my letters you will see a butterfly with "Cherish The Time You Have Together". It came from a letter my son wrote about 2 months before he died. The class assignment was to write a letter to yourself to be opened when they graduated from high school. The letter was where they would be at that time in there life. I never knew the letter existed. His teacher brought it to me at the funeral home. It was sealed. He wrote about his family and friends it was thoughtful and funny. The very last line read, "Cherish The Time You Have Together". He was just 17. It was such a gift to have that in my hands in his own writing. I believe God knew I would need that on that very day. I treasure that precious letter. The butterfly being so significant, the colors of the butterfly were his favorite and of course the saying. We had it inscribed on his tombstone in his own handwriting.

Why My Daughter Likes me ♥ according to Face Book

Kristi Genessy Bassett Hmmmm... I'd have to say I like you because you have a "Grow Dammit" sign in your yard. That and you always have something good to say about everyone. And you rock the Beehive.
June 2 at 8:58pm ·

Jan Bills Genessy
Not becaue I'm your Mom? Just because of my Sign??????


Kristi Genessy Bassett
Mom I love you because your my mom, these are the reasons that I "like" you.

Jan Here, What more could a Mom Ask Eh?

Mom's Obituary

OGDEN – Joy Matilda Bentley Bills, 84, died Thursday, May 6, 2010 at Manor Care Health Services in South Ogden.

She was born May 17, 1925, in Bingham Canyon, Utah, a daughter of Arthur and Selma Matson Bentley.

On May 27, 1942, Joy married Orley Bills in Brigham City. Orley preceded her in death on December 28, 2003.

She was a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

She was the owner and operator of Triple O Insulation.

Joy was an excellent cook who also loved to crochet, quilt and garden. She also enjoyed going out to eat. She was a caring and loving person who always put her family first.

Surviving are two sons, Orley (Delia) Bills, Sandy, UT; Randy (Eileen) Bills, Roy; Janice (Don) Genessy, West Valley City; Cheri (Scot) Slager, South Ogden; 16 grandchildren, 28 great-grandchildren and three great-great-grandchildren.

Also surviving is one brother, Arthur D. Bentley.

She was preceded in death by her parents, her husband, two sisters and one brother.

Funeral services will be held Monday at 11 a.m. at Lindquist’s Ogden Mortuary, 3408 Washington Blvd.

Visitation will be held at the mortuary on Sunday from 6 to 8 p.m. and Tuesday 9:45 to 10:45 a.m.

Interment, Lindquist’s Memorial Gardens of the Wasatch, 1718 Combe Road