Dear Dakota,

It was not that long ago that Uncle Bill and I were standing in line to pay our respects to the parents of an angel. As we waited in line, I listened to everyone talking and speculating how the parents were doing. It brought me back to when we had to say goodbye to you and how helpless those around us must have felt. As we stood in line, tears just ran down my face as the pain of that time came rushing back to me. I ached at what those parents were going through. I ached at what we all still go through every day without you.

 It has been almost nine years. That still does not seem real to me. You are still that beautiful angel that I held in my arms on that February morning.  It still is so surreal to me at times. I look at how big Mason and Madisyn are and can only imagine what you would look like. Act like. Sound like. I will never know. The one thing that I know for sure is that your life had so much meaning to me. To all of us. Without you I may not have learned what is really important in life. You have taught me patience and forgiveness. You have taught me what is truly important and what I should not waste my time on. It amazes me how some people spend their lives searching for the answers and it took an angel in my arms to show me.

I was recently asked who has influenced my life. One of my responses, was “My niece Dakota”. When I said it, I was somewhat surprised, but not really. Your brief time with us in this world has taught me so much about myself and about life. I know I say it often, but you taught me to be a better person. You have taught me to want for more. You have taught me that I am more. That we are all more. When we lost you, just like other families that lose an angel too soon, I spent a lot of time, needing to make sense of it all. I tried to rationalize it. There is no rationalization.

Over the years, I have learned to look at all problems, challenges and difficulties in my life as opportunities. Losing you was an opportunity for me to help find myself. To make myself a better person.  I didn’t want losing you to be in vain. I needed there to be a reason. You opened my eyes to the things that are really important. I needed to create a purpose for your short powerful life. For me, your purpose was to help me have better insight. To teach me to slow down. To teach me what is important. To teach me I don’t and never will have all of the answers and that is ok. I need to be grateful for the process of being in the moment and knowing that there is a higher purpose for all of us. We just need to slow down and listen to what the universe is telling us.

I will never stop missing you or loving you and I will never stop being grateful for the impact you have had on my life… you are one of the greatest influences in my life and I love and thank you for that.

 

Love

Auntie Francine and Uncle Bill

In Memory of Sloane Elanjian

May 30, 2012 – October 9, 2012

40:58

That is how long it took to achieve a goal and cross it off my bucket list. 40:58 that is the length of time that it took me to complete my first 5K today.

About a year ago, I decided that I wanted to run a 5K. I am not sure why I decided this because I HATE Cardio. Love strength training, but hate cardio. But something told me that I needed to do this. But it seemed that every time I started training, something happened.My back went out, I got sick, I got bored, I talked myself out of it. ….whatever it was, I did not do it last year. This year, I started looking at races again. I found one in June. I told myself this year, I was going to do it. I started training and did not really follow the training schedule. One of my best friends, Melissa, told me that she signed up for one on April 29^th. What the hell? I will do that one. She had been pretty faithful at the gym. Not me. I was not sure I could do it. So two weeks ago, I went to a place that I knew was 3 miles. I ran 90 % of it. So I figured, “Let’s do it”. I signed up.

One week ago today, I lost one of my closest friends suddenly. He died of a massive heart attack. If that wasn’t a wake up call to stop putting things off I don’t know what was. He was only 50 years old and so full of life.

As the race day approached, my friend Melissa told me that she understood what a tough week I had and would have understood if I couldn’t do the race. I told her that this past week was all the more reason that I HAD to do this race. It made me realize that life is too short and there are too many “ I should have… ”and “ I need to…” There need to be more “ I did…. “

Well today “ I did run and complete my first 5K!!”

I definitely had an angel on my shoulder for the last mile. Today as I put my bib with my runner’s number on my shirt, I placed a picture of Scott on the underside of the bib. I told him we were doing this together and I expected him to get me through.

I did not have many goals for the race. One was that I did not want to walk any of it. I didn’t. The other was that I did not want to finish last. I didn’t. The other was that I wanted to beat my time of 44 minutes. I did. All goals accomplished. I am not much of a goal setter, but I have learned to realize that without them, we have nothing to strive for…. So goals accomplished!

As soon as the race started, My feet went numb and my breathing was heavy. Uh oh. I thought.. “This is going to be a long three miles.. The route had mile markers at mile one and two and water at mile 1.5. When we got to the first mile, I was happy that was done. Then when we got to the water station, we knew we were half way done. But then there was mile two. The hill they told us about. That was going to be tough. I decided to look down and not ahead. I slowed down my pace and just went for it. Got to the top of the hill and had a cramp in my side for the remainder of the race. This is when I started talking to my friend Scott. “Scott – come on babe we can do this” I joked with him that his face was pressed against my stomach and he needed to get rid of the cramp. The cramp stayed, but talking to my friend helped me continue. Throughout the course, there were people in their front yards clapping and cheering. Each time I wanted to give up and walk, someone shouted “Great job. You're almost there.” I remember one woman sitting on her picnic table just clapping. I high fived a child. Those people gave me the motivation to keep going..

As I got closer to the finish line, I could hear the cheers and the music. I turned on the field and entered the track. I was exhausted and wanted to stop. I could see the finish line in my sight, but my body wanted it to be over. I told Scott I really needed him and at that very moment, my speed picked up and  I was running faster than I did throughout the entire race.  I felt like I was being  lifted and pushed to the end. I crossed the finish line and remember someone handing me a bottle of water and remember thinking, I DID IT!

It is amazing what a difference a week makes. This time last week, I was reeling from the news of Scott’s death and today he helped inspire me to stopping putting off my dreams… Thanks my friend....

I miss you….my friend

D.Scott Noble 

November 30, 1961- April 22, 2012

Taken from us too young... too soon.....  

Have you ever met someone that was truly a good person? I mean good to their core? Not phony, but genuinely a good soul.

Have you ever met someone that never said a bad word about anyone?

Have you ever met someone that always had a smile on their face? And always had a way to make you laugh?

I had the privilege of having someone like that as one of my dearest friends. His name was Scott Noble. 

Scott was probably one of the nicest people that I knew. I have been friends with Scott and his wife Maria for over fifteen years. Maria is one of my best friends. They are genuine caring people who truly loved each other. When I got the call on Sunday from Maria telling me that Scott “was gone”, I thought I must have misunderstood that Atlanta accent of hers. As much as I wanted to believe that I may have misunderstood her, the truth was  I didn’t.  It is still so surreal to me and everyone around us that he will no longer be with us. Scott and Maria were the type of friends that you could see once or twice a year and it was just like you saw them yesterday. We have been so fortunate that over the last few years, we have been able to see them more often. 

We were lucky to have just had dinner with them a few weeks ago. As always, there were many laughs. Scott really just enjoyed life. He liked the simple things in life.  Family and friends. He didn’t need anything more than that. There was never a time that you were with him that he wasn’t talking about his children or his grandchildren. He was so proud of all of them and loved them more than life.

Scott’s kids and Maria were trying to finalize his obituary today and they wanted to add some personal notes. We all tossed around things that reminded us of Scott. His Smile is what I will always remember. His son Scotty said, “When he talked to you, he had a way of making you feel like you were the most important person in the world”.  That statement stopped me dead in my tracks.  What an incredible thing to have your child (or anyone) say about you! Scott was not a rich man in material items, but he was rich in something you cannot buy:

Love, Respect, Kindness and Goodness. 

Scott’s love for Maria was always evident. As is her love for him. They were best friends. They truly enjoyed being together. Being married to your best friend is the best foundation for a marriage and they had that. 

I cannot believe that last summer was our last July 4^th celebration that we will all be  together. We have been getting together for years to celebrate, Gloucester style. We did add our own twist to the celebration as we crammed six adults into one of our vehicles, usually with someone laying down somewhere, and  we drove through the streets of Gloucester heading to the parade and the fireworks, singing songs from KISS (usually it was usually the song "Beth", played over and over and over). Every year we sang louder and every year we laughed harder…. It will never be the same without you… 

I still am not sure when the reality will hit me. I am not sure that I ever want it to. Scott was taken from us far too young. I have heard people talk about him over the last few days and have read online posts. Scott was a man that was truly loved by many. I think most of us can only hope that people can say such nice things about us after we are gone. His sense of humor and his sense of caring are what made him special to all of us.. 

Scott.. I miss you and love you..  

Your bright light will burn on through your children and your grandchildren.

The Gift

Wow!!

I feel like I was just given a gift. As you can see from my blog, I like to write. I bought my first computer because I wanted to write short stories and it was easier to type my thoughts than it was to write long hand. When I bought that PC, I did not even know how to use Windows. I could type whatever I wanted, but I had no idea how to save the document, so I had to teach myself. Well, I did learn how to save my documents and I  have folders of thoughts, ideas, journal entries and short stories. A few years ago I found a folder full of documents. They were all password protected. I tried everything I could think of to open them, but I could never figure out what the password was. These days I have pretty standard passwords based on my life now.  I need passwords that  I am going to easily remember. But I could not think of anything that was that constant in my life ten or thirteen years ago. So eventually I stopped trying to open the documents and haven’t thought about them in years…  

Tonight, I was looking for another document and stumbled upon the “forbidden” folder. So, I thought I would try to access some of the files. I entered a random password. That entry didn’t work. But the second one that I tried, did work. I was shocked when the document opened. Ironically it was the date of my mother’s death… Well I think someone wanted me to access these journals.  Thanks Mom!

I was blown away reading my own words. The first journal entry was the day of my first date with my husband, thirteen years ago. It is amazing to read your own thoughts and experience as if they are someone else’s. It was nice to remember some of the great times we had when we were dating. I wrote about friendships and family. We tend to always move forward and sometimes forget how we got to where we are.  As I read my own words, I remembered a lot of what had happened. But to just think about these experiences, I probably would not have remembered them, because I am sure at the time, I just took them for granted.  I only read a few of the entries and have many more to read. I know that this gift was given to me for a reason. Now I need to figure out what that reason is… 

Reading some of the experiences made me smile and think. It made me realize that while I have grown a lot over the last thirteen years, there are still a lot of areas that I still need to work on.

How often do you remember where you have been? How often are you given the opportunity to appreciate the experiences that have gotten you to where you are today? I feel like I was given an opportunity to look in the rear view mirror of the journey that I am on. In that mirror I am able to see a long road, but it made me aware of how I got to where I am today. How often do we forget our accomplishments and our struggles? It was nice to take a few minutes to appreciate my journey.  I can't wait to read more.....

It makes me appreciate and ponder……

Happy Birthday My Sweet Angel

Dear Dakota,

Today would have been your eighth birthday. Sometimes it is hard to believe that it has been eight years since you came into our world, and left our world. There isn’t a day that goes by that you are not thought of. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t realize the strength that you brought to me.

I recently saw an interview with Spiritual Teacher, Gary Zukav. He was speaking to a couple who had a set of twins. One of them died shortly after birth. His words spoke to me. He stated that “If you look at the baby as a personality who lived for a few days then encountered a tragic circumstance and died, then you are looking at it from the point of view of the personality. But if you look at this as a soul life and that all of us on earth that leave earth, leave when it chooses then you will have a different perspective.”

Over the years, I have realized that you were brought to us to teach us lessons.  Each one of us have learned the lessons that we need to, from you and we continue to as long as we are open to it. He continued to say,  “If you can look at the loss from this perspective, you will be able to see the gifts that this soul has offered to you during its short stay on the earth. You will reach a point that you are grateful that this soul chose to be with you for however short a time.” I thought that was so true. Although, I miss who you might have been. I have accepted what you were meant to teach me.

He continued, “If you cannot see this, you will live your life in anguish thinking of a tragedy that has occurred. You will see events and think of ‘what ifs’. If you look at the soul as voluntarily entering the earth school and voluntarily leaving it in order to be with you and to offer gifts then you will begin the process of appreciating and to be grateful for the power of the interaction that you had with the soul, and you will be able to receive the gifts that the soul came to this earth to give you. If you do not you will continually be turning away from those gifts. You will be denying the very wealth of wisdom and compassion that was offered to you by this soul.”

I was completely engrossed and wrote down every word that he said, because someone else was saying what it took me years to realize. I spent the first few years after you left, focusing on the “what ifs” and asking ”why?” Once I realized the “why?”, I was more at peace.  You had a purpose and a mission. Your short time on this earth was all that it took for you to do the work you were intended to do. It has taken my years to accept this and there are times I still want to play with my niece, but I appreciate the gifts that you have given me.

 You have taught me what is important:

 I rarely get upset sitting in traffic or waiting in long lines.

 I held an angel in my arms.

I have learned to focus on the positive and not the negative.

My niece died, but I held an angel in my arms.

You were so much more than a 3 lb 4 oz baby girl, you were an infinite soul…..

So today on what would have been your eighth birthday, I want to thank you for the gifts that you have given to me for the past eight years. I love you.  

Love,

Auntle Francine

My Forward Crossover

Crossovers are the way skaters move around corners and the ends of a rink. Mastering forward crossovers make a figure skater better and faster. 

Recently,  I went out to celebrate the holidays with co-workers. Part of the night turned into a “Team Building” exercise filled with  lots of laughs. We went Ice Skating. When this was first proposed, I thought it was a joke, but chose to play along. As the night got closer, I realized no one was joking. Uh oh-we are going skating! I have vague recollections of ice skating on a neighbor’s pond when I was a kid. I think I was probably ten. I am almost 47 now –Do the math..  That was a LONG time ago. My first reaction was I can’t do this, because I have a bad back and if I ever fell I would be screwed.

But then I thought – Don’t fall.

So we get to the ice skating rink and part of me was still hoping it was a joke, but as everyone laced their skates, the reality set in – it wasn’t a joke, we were doing this. I was doing this. Recently, I have been taking more chances. In the past, I would overanalyze a situation and in the end talk myself out of it. I have been working on not doing that. So far this year, I have jet skied, parasailed and now ice skating.  All new things to me, that scared the hell out of me. What I have learned from each experience is that everything “bad” I thought could happen - didn’t happen. So I am learning to take more chances.  I am learning to enjoy the journey and not focus on all the “what ifs?”

 So I rented my skates. They were bright white with not a scuff on them. I think I was the first one to ever wear them.  So after I laced them up, I stood up. Ok, I thought “still standing”.  Then I walked over to a co-worker. “Hey! Look at me. I didn’t fall” Now I know this is the easy part, but for me it was the first success of the night. We had to wait for the rink to open. As I looked around at everyone waiting, I realized that I was probably one of the few that did not know what the hell she was doing. Most of the others there were kids! Ugh I am going to be shown up by pre-teens. Then I changed my thought – “Who cares?”

Once they opened the rink, we walked to the ice and got on. Still standing. WOO HOO! I grab on to the side of the rink and realize I have no idea how the hell to skate. And I mean no idea how to move forward. So I start by just pulling myself by the edge and gliding. I think to myself, “This is going to take a long time to get around this rink”. One of my co-workers skated close to me. Finally I asked him to pull me around because I thought at this rate, I am getting nowhere. So he does that for a little while.  Then I attempt on my own, still holding on to the edge.  Every time I tried to let go, I got a little wobbly and felt I was going down.

Then my boss tried to show me what I needed to do. He was showing me how I had to push off on one skate and not “walk”, as I seemed to have been doing. He kept showing me and I just couldn’t get it. It was like my body just could not do what it was supposed to.  But I kept going around, still holding on to the side.  I was on the ice and I was participating even if it was at my own very slow speed…

As I was coming up to the end of my first time around (I think everyone else was at least 2 laps ahead of me),  there was a group of kids huddling around the side. “OH NO”, I thought what do I do, I can’t hold on to the side, if they are in my way. I can’t scream, “MOVE”, or can I? “Ok. You can do this”, I thought.  I pushed off and went around them. “Look no hands”. After I got around them, I quickly grabbed the side again. Phew. Safety!

My co-workers kept trying to explain how to skate and I just was not coordinated to do this, but then I found something that worked for me. I pushed with my left leg and led with my right. I got into a “groove”. But I realized I could not switch legs. I could not push off with right and glide with my left. This put a ton of pain and pressure on the left leg. No matter how I tried, I could not get coordinated to switch.  After a few more laps, I had to decide to get off the ice, because my knee was really bothering me.

So it got me thinking, “How often do we do the same thing in the same way even if it doesn’t suit us?” There are things in our lives that do not benefit us or can hurt us, yet we can’t or don’t change. I learned that the continued pressure on my left leg really hurt and because I could not change legs, I had change something else and that was to get off the ice. Now I would have much rather been able to switch legs, but I knew enough to choose another path that would not hurt me. Getting off the ice was the only option that would not hurt me.

How often do we stay on the same path in life even when it does not suit us or hurts us?  We keep old behaviors that can hurt us. We stay in jobs, marriages, friendships etc. that may not be good for us. I realized that when I could not change legs to stop the pain in my knee,  I still had to take an action that was good for me. That action was to get off the ice.  I think in the past I would have kept going because I cared what others thought instead of what was best for me.(who am I kidding – in the past I probably wouldn’t have even gotten on the ice) I had to make a conscious decision to do what was right. Even though I was having fun with my co-workers and didn’t want to be the first off the ice, I had to get off, because that really was what was best for me.

How often do we do the same thing because we worry about what others think? How often do we not do what is best for us just because others have an expectation? We need to have expectations for ourselves and not worry about others expectations of us.

I had a conversation with someone recently and I realized I am an all or nothing person. If I cannot do it all or know everything about what I need to do, then I tend to find excuse to not do it. Then she asked me, “How is that working for you?” Well I guess it’s not, because it is holding me back. So I decided that I need to change my behavior. This behavior left me out of a lot of experiences because I would talk myself out of them or try to do everything all at once and then decide that was too much. That one little question has made a big impact on me.

 Truth be told, I had no interest in skating. I hate winter. Therefore anything winter related does not appeal to me. But what I did want to enjoy was the experience. I wanted to share the laughs with my co-workers. I wanted to at least say I tried it. At no point could I skate without being near the edge, but who cares? I wasn’t there to train for the Olympics. I was there have an experience.

When I first got on the ice, I was concerned about what others thought of me. Then I realized I did not care, I was not there for any other reason other than to say I did not talk myself out of doing it. My co-workers encouraged me and said I did well. I can’t say I skated well, but what I did do well was – TRY!

As we left the rink, we passed two men that worked there. They both looked at me and said – “Good Job”.  I am sure they got a few chuckles watching the grown woman being shown up by a bunch of pre-teens, but I bet they also thought -  Good for her – she tried!

 I know that is what I thought!

 I still don't really know what a forward crossover is... But I mastered something that night that made me better.....