Monday, November 23, 2015

Copy Cat

Avery is now 10 months old and she is definitely interacting more with people!  I love it.  This last week I had a bit of a cough and one day I noticed Avery coughing as well.  At first I thought that maybe she was catching a cold, but then I noticed that she would cough after I coughed, looking up at me with her big eyes and sometimes covering her mouth like I do.  This went on for a few days.  She would cough almost every time I did.  It was so funny and luckily I caught it on video (see below).  Then she started "fake laughing" when I was talking and laughing on the phone and she just learned how to put a phone by her ear and jabber into it.  Cutest thing ever.  She also waves when I wave (sometimes), claps when others clap, and sometimes tries to copy sounds or silly faces I make. 

I started thinking about how Avery learns everything from copying me and others around her, and I thought about how each of us learn about life, by copying others and learning from other people around us.  I thought about how blessed I am to have such amazing parents to "copy" and learn from, and all the wonderful things they taught me and are teaching me about life.  I thought about my amazing friends who have been the best examples to me and all the wonderful things I have learned from them.  I thought about how scary it is to be a parent and how much everything I say and do will influence Avery's life.  I thought about how the Savior is our ultimate example and we should always try to "copy" Him.  All of these thoughts led to writing this poem, "Copy Cat:"

Copy Cat

I smile, you smile; I laugh, you laugh
My joy reflected in your eyes
I wave, you wave; I clap, you clap
You copy-cat me by surprise

You watch my every move; my every emotion and my mood
Trying to learn about life
 I watch you too, as you grow, as you bloom
My sweet baby, you are my lullaby

I cry, you cry; I yell, you yell
You watch for my reaction when you fall
I stare, you stare; I pout, you pout
Happy, sad-you reflect it all

This pattern will continue
As you grow older and you'll see
There are others you can copy-cat
Who are much different than me

So I hope that I can be
A good example in ever way
So you will learn the importance to copy-cat
Those who uplift and not degrade.

Soon you'll come to see
You're standing on your own
Others will copy-cat you
They'll look to you to learn and grow

I hope I can lead you there
Where you're happy with who you are
So you can help others who need a guiding hand
And be a light in this world of dark

But for now I'll take your tiny hands
As I help you learn to walk
I'll guide you through dark hallways
Helping you laugh, teaching you to talk.

I'll pray, you'll pray.
Learning of a loving God
We'll both make mistakes
But I'll teach you honesty and admitting wrongs

I'll try to be strong, happy and real
So I can teach you all I know
I know you'll help me see, help me feel
True love you'll help me grow

Little copy-cat when you copy-cat
Things that make you sad or hold you back
Please know the One you should always copy-cat
Will forever help you get back on track

So on your journey throughout life
As you feel love, hope, sadness, fear
Let's both try to copy-cat Christ always
Know that His love and mine are forever near.  




Thursday, November 12, 2015

So This is a Sister

I have a very tender place in my heart for sisters.  There is seriously no relationship quite like a sister.  Sisters have a way of bonding throughout their lives, and they play different roles in each other's lives.  With Kimber, I always felt very protective and concerned for her well being.  I have very specific memories growing up of watching her hurt, physically and/or emotionally, and wanting to take all of the pain away.  I wanted to beat up any boys who hurt her in any way or broke her heart (although she was almost always the heart breaker in every relationship), and I wanted to be there for her through everything.  

Kimber was the fun one.  She helped me feel needed, and she helped me lighten up and laugh.  All.The.Time.  We would be so goofy together and I always admired her spunk and wit, her silliness, and her ability to make anyone laugh to the point of tears.  I always got a major ab workout when I was with Kimmy from laughing.  I remember when we shared a bed growing up and would talk all night about anything and everything.  We had a big headboard and would tie our sheets to the top of the headboard to make a "princess bed."  Around the time when Elizabeth Smart went missing, we would go to sleep holding hands so that if a kidnapper came in to take one of us, the other would wake up and fight him off and yell for help. :) We made up secret handshakes that we would do every night before we went to sleep.  Every Christmas Eve we made it a tradition to still have a sleepover in my room and stay up talking.  We slept in my room the night before I got married and Kimber stayed up with me all night talking about the excitement of the next day.  She always seemed to feel what I felt, as I felt what she felt.

Although we grew a little distant the last few years of her life, I always maintained the protective, loving, and understanding attitude I have always had towards her as my little sister, and she still made me feel important, she still made me feel needed, and she still made me laugh whenever we talked.    

I have always been so excited about watching her grow up and keep learning, making more memories as my sister and "Auntie Kim."  My heart is broken that she won't get to experience everything with me and my family in person, but I often feel her presence and feel her comforting me.  Sometimes I imagine her giving me a hug and telling me it's all going to be OK.  I guess we have switched roles a bit in a way.  I feel that she will help protect me throughout my struggles in life, and I hope she always feels needed and wanted in our family so that she can often be here in spirit.  I will never be as funny and witty as her though...that is a role meant solely for Kimmy. :) 

I will look forward to the day that we will laugh together again.  I look forward to the day that she can tell me, in her happy, high-spirited way, all about her adventures in Heaven and point out to me when she was really here in spirit, with me and my family on earth.  This poem is inspired by the sister relationship I have with her and will forever have.  I wear a bracelet often from Trevor's sweet aunt Deb that says "sisters are forever friends" as a reminder that our sister relationship is forever.  My role as her protective older sister and her role as the fun, silly, loving sister are forever.  If you are reading this and have a sister or sisters of your own, take the time to talk with them, do something fun with them, and enjoy their presence, for sisters are truly a precious and unique gift! 


So This is a Sister
(By Kristen Hunter Laursen)

I sat on Mommy's lap, kissed her belly and felt a kick
Mommy said that her tummy was where baby sister lived
"A sister?  What's a sister?" I asked as I tilted my three-year-old head.
"A sister will laugh and play with you and be your very best friend."

Then the day came when she arrived
Her soft skin and dark, thick hair
"So this is a sister" I thought to myself
As I held her on mom's rocking chair

The days flew by and sister could crawl
Then walk, then run with me
She followed me places, I followed her too
Together we both liked to be

Some days we fought, and some days we cried
And some days were really rough
"So this is a sister," I'd think with a sigh
"I don't like to share all my stuff.”

But as we grew older, we grew more mature
We laughed through many late nights
We were silly together, we trusted each other
We made up dances and had pillow fights

Though the days of secret handshakes and princess beds
And imaginary friends were gone
Our bond grew stronger, our love grew deeper 
As time went on and on

"So this is a sister" I thought as I opened my heart to you
You listened and cared
You lifted me up
You opened your heart to me too

I learned of your heartaches, your hardships and heartbreaks
I learned of the demons you faced
As your older sister, I tried to protect you,
I wanted to take all the pain away

As you went off to college and broadened your mind
You learned many a wonderful truth
You did things your own way, you learned from mistakes
You truly loved, shared talents, and grew

But through all the learning, life was still hard
You suffered a difficult fall
"So this is a sister" I thought as my heart broke
I wished I'd kept you standing tall

But I learned of the news that you'd gone from this earth
My heart broke to pieces and bruised 
I didn't know how to live life without my sweet sister
How could I be happy without you

Through my life I felt the void you'd left 
By leaving your family behind
I often cried and thought of your life
You never really left my mind

I grew old and with joy shining in my eyes
Watched my family as they grew
I gave my children sisters
And told them all about you

Then the day came that I left this earth 
I entered the heavens above
And there you were, with arms outstretched
And a smile that spoke of your love

"So this is a sister!" I proclaimed with a voice
That echoed throughout the skies
Our bond is forever, I knew you were here
As my guardian angel in life

We laughed and talked as we did before
Nothing had really changed
You told me about your fun times in heaven
And with you, little sister, I stayed.






Saturday, October 31, 2015

The Gift of Life

This week I caught an AWFUL cold and tweaked my back really bad.  Trevor is in Portland with a bunch of pharmacy students (he left on Thursday and flies home Sunday) and I was feeling sad about the fact that he would miss Avery's first Halloween and how busy he is with Pharmacy school and all of his many responsibilities.  I've caught myself complaining many times this week about how I hate being sick and how I don't think it's fair that I got both my parent's bad-back genes, and how I just miss my husband.  My poor parents who have been so awesome to take care of both me and my baby girl have listened to my complaints and responded with love.  My mom made me chicken noodle soup last night and spent the last few days with most her attention focused on Avery and I, lifting us up with her never-failing positive attitude. But this morning, as I soaked in a warm bath and was able to breathe normally for a while, I realized how great a gift life is.  Even though I feel so miserable right now, I can choose to be grateful, and I can choose to make the most of every day.  

 My thoughts floated from feeling miserable, to feeling guilty about feeling miserable, to feeling grateful for all the many things life brings us.  I thought of this beautiful world we live in and the memories I have with my whole family hiking together, as we have done so many times.  I thought of the beauty of the seasons, and how much I love autumn, with it's crisp air and colored leaves.  I thought about the gifts our bodies are, from a truly loving Heavenly Father.  I thought about how our culture idealizes the "perfect body" and degrades any body that doesn't conform to its standards.  I looked down at my stomach, laden with stretch marks, and thought about how difficult it was to embrace this changed body of mine.  But then I thought about what a gift it was to be able to do all the things I can do with this body.  I thought of how great it feels to go on a run somewhere beautiful; the ability I have to see, taste, touch, hear, and smell.  I pondered the miracle of pregnancy and birth and the ability my body has to heal and create.  As I pondered these things, I just wanted to write and express my feelings through poetry.  After I got ready for the day, I wrote the following poem:


The Gift of Life
(By Kristen Hunter Laursen)

As I stand atop this mountain
And look out amongst the colored trees
I ponder the beauty of each bright leaf
As I breathe in the autumn breeze

I breathe deeply, in and out
Feel a chill of wonder shake my core
How beautiful this world is
How each moment, each life, builds on the one before

I look down at my hands, they can write, they can work
My eyes such beauty can behold
My lungs can breathe, my heart it beats
The love I've felt worth more than gold

With each deep breath, I think how great
A gift this body is
Through the pains I've felt, with the sickness I've dealt
This gift of life is bliss

My voice it can teach, it can lift others and preach
Of the truths I've come to know
I can sing, I can learn, I can hug, kiss and yearn
To keep building more knowledge and grow

I think of my marks of motherhood
And ponder the miracle of my sweet daughter
How amazing that my body can create another life
Who's spirit came straight from the Father

Why do so many of us spend so much time
Even hours, weeks, months, and years
Hating our bodies, these gifts from above
That should bring happiness, not shameful tears

Why do we covet, degrade, and compare
When we could be laughing, caring, loving
Why do we think such destructive thoughts
When we've been given the gift of living?

In sickness and in health, we always have a choice
To choose gratitude that on Earth we can be
And when those hard times come, when our minds and bodies are weak
Look for help so our souls can see

That the bodies we have are always a gift
That we can always find strength through the pain
That the tears, they will come, and the weakness we'll feel
But we can choose to dance in the rain


Although I still HATE being sick, and although I know I will still have times when it is difficult for me to embrace my body changed by motherhood, I know I can always choose to be grateful or miserable.  There are so many things to be grateful for in life, and I am so grateful to have a body that allows me to do many great things each day.  Life is truly a beautiful gift!

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

The Parable of the Thorn

 
**Huge thanks to my amazing relative who was more than happy to allow me to share this experience with the social media world and wrote:  "The Lord expects me to be honest about my mental illness and what He does to help me manage what I can.  He has taught me to trust him.  He has shown me what I can do to deal with my depression.  On occasion, He shows me more to do, but it is never enough.  He still must take care of the rest.  Indeed, after all I can do each day, I am saved by Grace."  I admire his example of courageously doing all he can to bear testimony of Christ.  His humble example amazes me!**

THE PARABLE OF THE THORN

A few days before Kimber's funeral, Trevor and I had a long and really impacting conversation with one of my very wise relatives who struggles daily with depression.  This relative talked about the atonement and how he applies it to himself every single day.  He told us that without the Savior's help each day his depression becomes overwhelming, but he is able to accomplish so much and be happy through the help of the Savior.  Then he told me something that changed my life.  He described the parable of the thorn that the apostle Paul referred to in 2 Corinthians 7-10:

7 And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.

8 For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me.

9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

10 Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.

To me, this scripture means that Paul was pleading for God to remove his thorn, whatever it was that was holding him back in some way. God explained to Paul, "I gave you this thorn.  I gave it to you because without it you would not turn to me and my Son.  I will not remove it for this purpose, but I will strengthen you through my Son and help you to do so much more with this thorn in your side." Paul's eyes were opened, and he now understood that his thorn allowed him to build a relationship with Christ and be strengthened through his weaknesses.  God loved Paul so much that He gave him this thorn, so that Paul would turn to Him and apply Christ's atonement to become strong through his weaknesses.

I have been pondering this parable ever since this conversation and it has greatly impacted the way that I view and apply the atonement to myself.  I get a ton of anxiety when speaking in front of other people, sharing a talent, teaching a lesson, etc.  I love people and learning from other people but I would rather do all the learning and none of the teaching. :) It has made it very difficult for me to fulfill church callings and live life as full as I would like to.  I have said SO many prayers throughout my life pleading with God to take away my anxiety, to make it so it's easy for me to stand up and bear my testimony anywhere to anyone.  I would always say "If you would just take this anxiety from me, I could do so much more!!  I would be much better at serving you and I could make a bigger difference in other people's lives!"  I have been really frustrated, over and over again, when I go forward in faith and teach a lesson, or share a talent, or do something out of my comfort zone, and I have felt very anxious still.  There have been times when I have felt so strengthened and I have always been able to get through what I've set out to accomplish, but it has been really frustrating to me because I just wanted God to take all the anxiety away.

But as I've pondered the parable of the thorn, it makes perfect sense to me now.  I've thought about all of those prayers, all those times growing up that I have turned to God through my struggles and the help and strength I've received through turning to Him.  I would recognize that help, but still just hate that I couldn't rid myself of the anxiety I struggle with.  Through talking with friends and family members, I have learned of all the many thorns that people deal with in their lives; thorns that don't come from any consequences of harmful actions, they just simply exist.  Some, like my relative, struggle with depression.  Some struggle with a very difficult physical trial, like Parkinson's Disease, lupus, or infertility.  Some struggle with a different mental handicap and some, like my sweet little sister, struggle with a combination of many thorns, making life seem so unfair.  As my relative pointed out to me, Paul did not list what his thorn was and made this scripture a parable.  He was instructed to do this so that we could apply this parable to whatever thorns we may struggle with in our lives.

I have a theory that may not be accurate, but I'm going to write about it anyway.  I wonder if God gives the sharpest thorns to the most amazing and capable individuals.  I look at my wise relative and see how amazing he is.  His children look up to him so much and he is so genuinely kind and compassionate, yet his daily struggle with depression is real.  I think about my sister and how talented she was, how she could make anybody laugh in a second, and how she could do more in a day than some could accomplish in weeks.  I wonder if God knows that these individuals, without their debilitating thorns, would never feel a need to turn to Him because of how capable they are on their own.  I believe God knows our hearts and knows what we need in order to turn to Him. I have met so many outstanding individuals who struggle with things I wouldn't have imagined.  I wonder how different my sister's life could have been if she would have been able to internalize the reality of the atonement and understand that she was not alone, that her pain was understood by the Savior, and that He could help her through ANYTHING.  Please know that I am not saying that people with mental and physical trials do not need any medical intervention if they would solely seek out the Savior's help and apply the atonement.  In fact, I feel that in some cases we receive promptings (I know I have) to either talk with a certain friend or family member, seek the help of a counselor, look for an effective medication, etc.  I do know that this view of God's plan for me has changed my thoughts and feelings towards my trials for the better though, and changed my heart which medication could not do. I also think there are many trials we deal with in life that were not given to us by God, but we can still find strength through the atonement because the Savior experienced all of our pain and knows how to comfort us through everything.

Through this last month, I have never needed so much strength and help in my life.  Participating in Kimber's funeral, let alone trying to even comprehend that we were planning my little sister's funeral and that she was really gone, was extremely overwhelming to me.  My mom wanted to play a violin duet with me and I kept thinking "How in the world am I going to play the violin?  I will be so shaky, and I really don't think I can do it."  I didn't want to speak at Kimber's funeral because of the anxiety coupled with all the other emotions I was experiencing, but I knew I had to do it.  I would do anything for my little sister.  The morning of the funeral, I felt a strength that was not my own.  I felt like Kimber was saying "I will be there with you" and I knew that the Savior was too.  Even though my necklace got stuck on my earrings and my hair as I walked up to play the violin with my mom (haha) I felt so much peace.  It was the first time since my Junior High School days that I felt not one ounce of anxiety as I played the violin.  I felt like the Spirit was so strong and overwhelming, and it brought me to tears.  As I gave my tribute to Kimmy, I felt that same strength help me share what I had planned to say.  I felt like weak things (little old me for example) were being made strong through Christ among all the sadness and despair and hopelessness I had felt.

Yesterday as I was on my way to Syracuse, I was listening to some conference talks I wasn't able to hear during conference.  As I listened to the talk, "Strengthened by the Atonement of Jesus Christ" by Dallin H. Oaks, I was brought to tears.  The whole talk is absolutely amazing!  Seriously, look it up if you haven't listened to it already.  It gives a pretty comprehensive overview of what the atonement means.  He talks about how the Savior understands our pains and afflictions (or thorns, per say) because He experienced them Himself.  That concept is difficult for us to comprehend, that one individual can experience all the pains and afflictions of the entire world; but Christ is not just a person, He is the Son of God.  His part of God's plan, to atone for the sins AND pains AND afflictions (and every difficult thing we ever experience), was developed by God through His love for us.  God loves us so much that He provided a Savior, His most beloved Son, to suffer all that we suffer, so we would have an understanding and loving companion to turn to and help us through life.

God and the Savior make a pretty awesome team.  God knows all, and He knew that we would make mistakes and fall, and He knew that sometimes we'd get prideful and not feel like we needed His help; so God provided a Savior, and God gave us thorns.  The thorns keep us turning to Him and his Son and we receive strength through his Son, Jesus Christ, because He suffered the pains of each of our thorns and knows how to help us deal with them.  And above all, Jesus Christ provided his atonement so that we could make it back to live with God again.  What a wise and loving Father in Heaven we have. :) As Elder Oaks explains, "our Savior is able to comfort, heal, and strengthen all men and women everywhere, but I believe He does so only for those who seek Him and ask for His help....The healing and strengthening power of Jesus Christ and his atonement is for ALL of us who will ask."  What an amazing comfort to know that NO MATTER WHAT happens in my life, I can receive strength through the atonement of Christ because He completely understands me, individually.  All I have to do is ask in faith.  After pondering all of these things and listening to that talk I wrote the following poem:

                  The Parable of the Thorn
                (By Kristen Hunter Laursen)


Please dear God, remove this thorn that's deep within my side
It tears through my flesh, it limits me so, it cuts down all my pride
Oh God, won't you remove this thorn?  Take this burden from me
Without this thorn I could serve you so much, and stronger I could be

Dear child, I gave that thorn to you, out of love and hope you see
Without that thorn I wonder if you would ever turn to me?
Would you ever look up and say "I need you God, I need you by my side
This thorn makes it hard to live my life without your help and light"

Would you try to understand my love for you, would you open your eyes and see
That I gave you my Son, Jesus Christ, out of love, so you could make it back to live with me
He felt the pains from all the thorns in each man's side they bore
He'll bandage the wounds that each thorn cause and make man stronger than before

You'll learn to know, that through my Son, there's nothing that you can't do
There's nothing that you won't suffer, and find the strength to carry you through
You are strong when your heart turns to me, you are stronger than you believe
For Christ is your light, and I am love, and with you we'll always be

So do all you can do and look to me when you feel the pains from your trial
I may not take them all away, you may need to suffer for a while
But in turning to me, you'll gain knowledge and truth you would have rejected before
I'll make you strong, I'll make you humble, I'll make you so much more

I love you child, forever and always, even when you hide from me
If you reach out and find me, I'll always be there; I'll give you eyes to see.
Be patient with yourself, accept you as you are, thorns in your side, too
Look to my Son, Jesus Christ, through your life who will always be there lifting you.


Now I feel an excitement about sharing the reality of the atonement with others that I have never experienced because it has made such a huge impact in my life.  I want to lean on Christ through my anxiety and share all that I am able to share through poetry, music, talking with others, etc.  I feel like there's such an urgency in accepting Christ's atonement in life and I have personally felt that some of these feelings are being influenced by Kimber as well.  Her love for creating things and sharing her talents with others and being influenced by their talents have impacted me in a powerful way.  I want to share things that I would have never thought to share before because of the debilitating anxiety I have experienced.  I hope that I can continue to receive strength throughout my life to share what I can and learn from the many amazing individuals around me.  I am so grateful that we have an all-knowing and loving Father in Heaven who I can pray to any time and who gives me strength and knowledge of His plan for me.  I know that Christ is at the center of God's plan for us and that the atonement is so vast and complete.  I know that the strength I have received through this difficult time is because of the atonement.  I am so grateful that Christ knows my heart and knows how to help me through the trials of everyday life.  I love my Savior and I know He loves and understands us all!

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

In the Waiting Room

10/21/15

Hello!  My name is Kristen Laursen.  I have been married for just over 4 years to my handsome husband, Trevor Laursen, who is currently in his third year of pharmacy school at the University of Utah.  We have an adorable little girl named Avery Mae who just turned 9 months.  I decided to start a blog because I have found comfort sharing thoughts, feelings, and poetry with others, and felt the need to better document my life at this time.  I come from a family of 4 kids-my older brother, Ryan (27), me (25), younger sister, Kimber (22) and little brother Brennan (18).  Just a few weeks ago, my family has suffered the loss of my little sister Kimber.  It has been the worst thing in the world but we have had some amazing experiences that have given us hope and peace through this terrible time.  It has been helpful and healing to me to be able to share some of these experiences with others as I hope that they can find comfort and peace through these experiences as well.

This morning I had an experience that led me to creating this blog so that I could share it with others.  Kimber was an amazing individual and had such a way with connecting with others.  She listened to others so well, looking into their eyes and trying to understand them, seeing the good in others and bringing that out with her hilarious sense of humor and genuine kindness.

Today, I took Avery to her 9 month check up and they wanted to check her hemoglobin after her appointment.  As I walked into the lab waiting room, the room was full but I found a seat by an elderly lady who moved her purse off the chair so I could sit down.  Shortly after, a teenage girl wearing Aztec-printed leggings, a dark T-Shirt, and mismatched bright colored socks came over and I realized I was sitting in her seat and that I was sitting next to her grandmother.  I told her I could move but she said she was fine and sat next to me on the other side.  She had short died black and red hair and dark, thick eyeliner around her eyes.  She had dark, penciled in eyebrows and black chipped nail polish.  She started listening to her I pod to a song which album cover had skulls on it.  Her grandma asked about my little girl and she said, glancing at her granddaughter, "Enjoy her while she's little and so perfect.  Then they turn into wild teenagers and you don't know who they are anymore."  That comment made me feel a little sad and I began wondering about this teenage girl.  Her mismatched socks made me smile as I thought of the bright colored mismatched socks we buried my little sister in because she always wore them that way.  I started up a conversation with her and she took out her headphones and I came to know what a sweetheart she was.  She smiled at Avery and asked all about her and I found out that she was 15 years old, has a 7 year old little sister, and loves to play the guitar.  Our conversation really touched me, and inspired me to write the following poem:

         In the Waiting Room

As we sit together, side by side
We're living very different lives
I glance at you with the black around your eyes
Chipped black nails, your hair black-and-red died

I look down at your feet and they make me smile
Bright mismatched socks, pink and blue
I think of the socks on my sister's cold feet
And all the great things she would see in you

You smile at my baby, ask me her name
You flash braces with a smile
I smile back, say it's Avery Mae
And we keep talking for a while

I look into your eyes, so deep and dark brown
They are beautiful and so bright
Although covered in black and underneath drawn-in brows
I see a 15 yr old girl with so much light

You speak to me with a sweet, gentle voice
And we laugh at my silly little girl
I think of another pair of brown eyes
That I miss more than anything in the world

Those eyes belong to a special girl
Who had a difficult life to live
Yet she saw others as who they could become
And gave all the kindness she could give

I made a vow right then and there
To see others from a different view
Don't judge on the outside, look into their eyes
Which shine with beauty true

As we said goodbye, I smiled and waved
My heart touched by this sweet teenage girl
I hope she can see the spark in herself
That brightened my little world

Though we all have struggles and difficult times
In this crazy roller coaster ride called life
We're meant to lean on each other, uplift one another
Show kindness and love with all our might

Some days drag on slowly and sadly still
As I picture my life void of my sister
But I want to reach out as she always would
Until, once again, I am with her.

Through losing my sister I have realized what a gift life is and how precious time is.  Small, but meaningful experiences can happen every day if we let them, even in the waiting room.  I am so grateful for everything that Kimmy taught me in her short life and miss her so incredibly much.  I hope I can become more genuine and understanding of other people like she was!