Will Speaks of his Prenatal and Newborn Life and Memory of Heaven

Will speaks on his prenatal and newborn life, and on Heaven

Will, almost 5 brought up being a baby again – the first time in a while.

When he talks about it, it is usually out of the blue, and makes very sporadic/fragmented conversation.

There might have been a little more to it, but here’s what I remembered.

I wrote it down as soon as we were done talking because I didn’t want to forget more.

So sitting at the dinner table….

Will: Mom, do you remember your first day on earth?

Mom: No, do you remember your first day on earth?

Will: Yes

Mom: What was it like?

Will: I wanted you to hold me and you didn’t

Mom: Ahh, I’m sorry.

Will: You didn’t push me out, the doctors took me out

Yes, that’s right.

Mom: Do you remember seeing dad on the day you were born?

Will: Yes.

Mom: Did you know who he was? Did you know he was your Dad?

Will: Yes.

Mom: Did you hear him when you were in my tummy?

Will: Yes, I hear him talking to Westley…Made me want to punch Westley

Mom: Were you jealous he was talking to Westley?

Will: Yes

Will: I wanted to punch the water bottle.

Mom: What water bottle?

Will: Your water bottle

Mom: When you were in my tummy?

Will: Yes

Mom: There was a water bottle in my tummy?

Will: Yes… I wanted to touch it.

Mom: I drank water in your tummy

Will: I loved you before I was born… I loved you in Heaven.

Mom: Were you in Heaven before you were born?

Will: Yes.

Mom: Did you meet Jesus in Heaven?

Will: Yes

Mom: Did he talk to you?

Will: Yes

Mom: What did he say?

Will: He told me to be good

Mom: Did he say anything about me?

Will: Yes he said be good for your momma

Two Trophies

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I was a competitive baton twirler from the age of 4-15 years old. I competed in hundreds of competitions including the annual state, regional, and national championship. Between my sister and I, we had over 500 hundred trophies that topped every dresser, shelf and open space in our house. Some were second place trophies from small competitions, some were first place trophies representing and important title and job well done. Over the years, they have pretty much all blended together… I don’t really know which ones represented a great win and the best performance. Of all the trophies I have they all remain in at my parent’s house (many now boxed out in the garage) two I have brought to my home. These two trophies  I remember well and now carry the most importance.

One of these trophies I received when I was 13. At the regional competition each year, there was a Miss Congeniality award. All the baton twirlers voted for one fellow twirler whom they respected and admired not necessarily for their twirling talents, but for their personality and friendship. I was surprised but honored when I was announced the winner of that trophy.

When I was 15, I sprained my neck practicing for the national competition. Like many serious competitors, I tried to compete in the nationals even though it was not healed. I ended up losing feeling in my arms and legs during my first competitive event and left the weeklong competition on a stretcher. Healing from that took a year, but when I was 16 I planned to twirl again. Before I did, I was in a car accident, hit by a drunk driver, leaving me with a fractured back , broken leg, and fractured ankle. This recovery was much harder and longer.

I was lucky to be able to go off to college and work towards new goals, but I hated how my baton life ended. So, on winter break of my freshman year back at my parent’s house. I picked up my baton when no one else was home. My ankle was still weak and when I tried to spin around just once I fell hard to the ground. I repeated this many times, practicing only when no one was around as I knew they would worry and try to stop me. But once I practiced to where I could do at least some of my more basic tricks, I called my mom outside to watch and asked if I could do just one more competition.  Like old times, my mother, sister and I packed the car and this time drove to Las Vegas for a competition. For whatever reason, there weren’t many entries in my category, there was just me and another girl. The other girl was very good and I did not care if she beat me. I just wanted to make it through my routine. Dressed in my old costume and with my ankle wrapped up, I twirled two batons in front of the judges. I made it through and I was very proud of myself. Now I could retire the batons with a sense of pride. I did get a second place trophy that day. Normally taking home a second place trophy if there were only two competitors in the event was like a slap in the face, but this time it was a treasure.

As with a competitor in any sport, winning was important. There are pictures on a winner’s podium of great smiles standing on the top #1 and some of fake smiles holding back tears when standing on #2, #3, or even on the floor next to the podium when below the top 5. But all these competitions, along with the coaching of my teacher and mom, and the companionship of my fellow twirlers are what taught me the most important lessons in life.  They built in me a positive character, a sense of respect, good sportsmanship, personal motivation, and the desire to strive for goals and not give up. When I look at my two trophies, that is what they represent.

Stuffed Bell Peppers- Asian Style

I created a new recipe, and I really liked it!

I was craving stuffed bell peppers, and lettuce wrap Asian chicken, so here is what came of it.

Stuffed Bell Peppers- Asian style
serves 4

1/2 pound of ground chicken breast

1-2 cups of brown rice

1 package of Simply Asian Kung Pao Stir Fry sauce (or you could make your own)

1/2 onion, finely chopped

1/4 cup shredded carrots (cut so they are not too long)

1/2 cup zucchini finely chopped

1/4 cup chopped cashews (peanuts would work too)

1 tablespoon soy sauce

2 red bell pepper (orange or yellow bell peppers would be good too)


Cook the brown rice.
Heat oil in a skillet, begin cooking the chopped onion and carrot shreds on medium-medium high heat. When soft, add the ground chicken and cook until done (lightly browned). When the meat is almost cooked, add the finely chopped zucchini. Add the sauce, then add the the cashews.

Mix together the cooked brown rice with the soy sauce. Then, add the chicken mixture.

Cut the bell peppers lengthwise and cut out the seeds.

Spoon in the chicken/rice mixture, packing as much in as you can.

Top with sesame seeds (if desired)

Bake for 45min at 350 degrees.


The Kung Pao Sauce is spicy, but when mixed with everything else, the end result is not too spicy. If you like spice, you can easily top yours with Siracha sauce before or after baking.

Water chestnuts and green onions would go well in this recipe if you like those things (which I don't)

You cannot taste the Zucchini in the recipe.

We ate ours alongside some steamed broccoli. I mixed the broccoli in with this as I was eating and really liked it. So, broccoli could easily be added to the recipe, but the bell peppers fill up fast.

Honey Wheat Oat Bread

I have been working on testing and perfecting this recipe. I love this bread!
I slice it, lightly butter each side and grill the bread on a griddle, then use for sandwiches. So good, I am now a homemade bread snob and I cannot even eat a sandwich on regular bread anymore.

Honey Wheat Oat Bread

5 cups unbleached flour

3 ¼ cups whole wheat flour

1 ½  cups oats (I use Coach’s Oats, but you can also use, old fashioned or quick cooking)

4 1/2 tablespoons sugar

1 tablespoon salt

2 1/2 teaspoons rapid rise yeast

1/3 cup honey

1/3 cup canola oil (or vegetable oil works too)

1 tablespoon flax oil (optional)

3 1/2 cups hot water

1/8 cup vital wheat gluten flour (optional- helps it rise though)

In a very large mixing bowl, stir together the flour, oats, sugar, salt.  

In a 4 cup measuring cup or medium bowl whisk yeast, honey and oil into the water.

Stir the water mixture into the flour mixture, until blended. (I use my dough hook on my mixer).

Then add the vital wheat gluten and mix just until thoroughly blended

Put a cup of water in the microwave for 2 minutes. Then put the bowl of dough in the microwave to let the bread rise (if your bowl will not fit, then you can let your bread rise on your counter top) Let rise until double in size.

Spray two loaf pounds with Baker’s Joy (or Pam, but Baker’s Joy works better for non-stick)

Spoon dough into the loaf pans  let rise again until they reach above the top of the pan (you can do the microwave rise again if you want)

Bake at 375 for 45-50 minutes (halfway through, gently cover  the loaves with foil to prevent the tops from getting to dark).

Cool in pans on wire rack for 5 minutes. Then remove from the pans and cool loaves on wire racks.

Dear Professor

 Teaching is often frustrating and exhausting, but getting feedback like this makes it all worth it.

Dear Professor,

            I was assigned to write a letter to a former teacher who has made an impact on my life. You were my first choice, for you’ve taught me more than most I’ve ever known or remember. I have never had another teacher or professor from any school support me in the way you have. What you did for me in my first college class last year made such an impact with me and helped me to gain assurance and strength to carry on with my education in college courses. When I was at my worst with so much frustration and close to dropping not only your class but out of college altogether, you were able to get me to focus on the positive, understand my personal situation, and give me self-confidence to complete your class.

            I have continued my courses knowing I can do what I need to do to accomplish my goals. I’ve learned to not put so much pressure on myself to be perfect. I continue to think of you and remember the lessons you taught me throughout my first class with you. Your structure and attention to detail was just what I needed to help me be successful.

            As I begin to work with children, I plan to use your style of teaching, attention to detail, structure in planning, and understanding that we all are people first. I will think of you as I help students overcome their difference and other obstacles they may come across. I plan on communicating with not only my students but also their parents in a timely manner as you have with your students.

            I have been blessed to have you as my “first” official college professor and I don’t believe I’d be continuing my education if it wasn’t for you support and believe in me the way you have.

Thank you,

Westley told about Angels, Jesus, and Heaven after his Great Grandma died

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Just days after her 94th birthday, Grandma Nellie May Franke passed away. Westley was 3 at the time. We wanted to wait a few days until closer to the funeral to tell him she had died, so we were careful not to talk about her death.

5/17/10 I just made this picture my computer desktop picture. Westley (who didn't know yet that Great Grandma died) came over and looked at it for a minute, and then pointed at the picture and said There's God. He said there's two... one's a birdy-man. I asked if the birdy-man had wings and he said yes. I got him close to the screen and asked him to show me where God was. He pointed to the white area above Grandma

5/18/10 Westley was reading a book about seasons, nature and animals  with Grandma Kathy. He pointed to part of the top of the page and said "that's where Marni is” (Marni is my cousin who passed away last year). Kathy asked "what is that?" and he said "Heaven" She asked who else was in Heaven and he said Great Grandma. (I had still not told him that Great Grandma died)

5/19/10 I sat down with Westley today before his nap and I was going to tell him Great Grandma had died and was now in Heaven.

Before I mentioned Grandma he brought up her name and told me she doesn't live at her place anymore. I said that was right… that she lives in Heaven now and we won't see her again until we go to Heaven.  He asked why she wasn't in the hospital anymore, he said "cause it didn't work?" ( I think referring to them healing Grandma) I said, well it helped some and she got out of the hospital but it must have just been her time for her to go to Heaven. He told me "sometimes it isn't your time"  (not sure where he got that from, it’s nothing we have ever talked about before) I said that's right. I told him Great Grandma saw Jesus when she was 84 but he told her it wasn't her time yet, so she lived here on earth until now when it was her time..

That's all I remember. He didn't cry or seem emotional - he was very matter of fact about it and acted like he already knew. 

5/20 I continued to talk about Grandma to remind him why we would be going to Hemet. I mentioned angels taking Grandma to Heaven. He said “No, first she gets her wings.” I confirmed, “They give her her wings and then she is able to go up to heaven?” He said yes. I asked him where he learned that as it isn’t something we have said before, thinking maybe he heard something at church. But when I asked “Who taught you that?” He said “Jesus told me… when I was a little little baby.”

I asked him if he had been to Heaven, he said “yes” but then quit answering me.

Story for My Grandma

Today is My Grandma's birthday. She would have been 96. She died days after celebrating her 94th birthday. My Grandma loved to write stories about her past and about family history. For her 94th birthday her grandchildren wrote her stories. She was read these stories in the hospital a few days before she died. We also read them out loud at her funeral.

I am so glad she was able to hear the stories we wrote. It is a great reminder that if someone means a lot to you, tell them right now, because you never know when you may lose your chance to do so.

This is the story I wrote for my Grandma.

Passing on Grandma’s Love & Values

By Gina

I am Grandma’s youngest grandchild. For years she was the oldest and I was the youngest at family gatherings. We learned to watch out for each other and had a special bond. Being the youngest I also probably spent more time observing my family, and began to realize how truly special my Grandma was and how I wanted to strive to pass on some of her finest characteristics and values.

I shared with Grandma a love for the beach and for nature. I remember as a young child, many of the adults did not want to go swimming in the ocean. Grandma was never afraid of the cold water or getting sand in her bathing suit. It was special when she would take me out swimming and we would find the perfect spot, way out in the waves, but not too deep. I hope that when my children ask me to take them out in the water, I too, put aside the fact that I will get wet and cold, and have sand in my bathing suit and we will enjoy that time together.

 I remember spending time at Grandma’s house on Palm Avenue when I was very young. It seemed like she was always making fresh bread. It was a fun new experience to make something with her, from scratch. I remember there would be flour and bowls everywhere. Sometimes we would take the flour, put it on our cheeks and just laugh together. Then, we would have to wait for the dough to rise, which is a long process to be patient for. Grandma had that patience, but I didn’t. I would always sneak off a little pinch of dough to eat when she was not looking. Now days, with bread machines and box mixes, most people no longer cook and bake the way Grandma did. Probably the only type of dough most children are familiar with is cookie dough that comes in ice cream. Remembering the experiences that I had makes me prioritize some time in the kitchen and show my children what it means to make something from scratch.

As I got older, I would occasionally run errands with Grandma or attend meetings with her and her peers. While these were not always our most exciting adventures in my opinion, it was interesting to see how others related to her, those who were not part of our family. Every where we went, Grandma knew someone, and would stop to smile and say hello. After she introduced me, her friends would always tell me that my Grandma was the sweetest lady they knew. I believed them, because Grandma was one of the sweetest people I knew as well. I do not ever remember Grandma ever saying anything mean or bad about anyone. She demonstrates the importance of accepting, and not judging others. This brought peace to her life, as well as to those around her. I’ve got a ways to go, but I work to live my life by her example, acknowledging the value in truly respecting others.

Grandma was also the one who showed me God’s love. She always shared her church  with all of us. She showed me how to pray and always reminded me that God loved me, and loved everyone. Grandma told stories of how she had met angels on more than one account. I think it’s even likely Grandma is an angel herself. By her example, her stories, and unconditional love, Grandma helped me become a believer in God and his Glory

Thank you Grandma for being you, and teaching me such important lessons in life. I know I am fortunate to have had such a wonderful, caring grandma and I think it’s so special that you have had the chance to meet handfuls of your great grandchildren. You will always be in my thoughts and in the stories I tell as I teach my children about the beauty in the world, precious times together, love and kindness, and worshiping God.