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Love them!

When I started working at Aetna 23 years ago I noticed something odd. A lot of the women I worked with complained frequently about their husbands and many also complained about their in-laws. I never understood this. I’m not saying my husband was perfect but I certainly wasn’t going to complain about him at work. And let’s face it, I really didn’t have much to complain about.

A lot of credit for the man he turned out to be, goes to his parents, Andre and Barbara Ann (Prandini) teNyenhuis. They raised five children. The fact that they survived the first three is kind of a miracle! Patrick turned 1 just two short weeks after Gabriel was born. Daniel turned 2 the following month. So they had three in diapers at the same time! And then Dina was born a few years later but they weren’t done yet, Matthew arrived a few years later.

I met Patrick after they moved out of their Ashcroft house but my understanding is that they added on to their master bedroom to create a dorm style room for the boys. I’m not sure that I would have been happy about giving up my master bedroom but Mom and Pop made it work. I can’t imagine how exhausting it must have been to have so many small children at once (and I thought two was a lot of work)!

Mom and Pop not only raised those five children, they got them all through college and they all became successful, independent and happily married. They are all really great people to be around and I’m happy to call them my family.

I have awesome parents of my own so I wasn’t necessarily looking for another set (lol) but it became clear early on that my in-laws were very special. I remember Mom laughing with me about crazy things Patrick did and I always reminded him that she said if we ever split up they were keeping me. I may have imagined this but I’m sticking to my story.

Many people also complain about the fact that they “have to” split up holiday events between families. I was fortunate because it was important to both of us to be with both families and we did our best to make that happen whenever possible. My favorite holidays have been the ones where we had some combination of our families together.

I have contact with a lot of widows both in person and online. I regularly hear horror stories about interactions following the death of their husband or just the fact that the relationship ended with the death. I am so happy that I only have good stories to share. They have always loved me but I have felt it even more as they supported me through the death of their son. They remind me regularly that even though we may not talk every day, they are always thinking of the girls and I and they always love us.

Yesterday I got to spend the day on Shaver lake celebrating Mom’s birthday. I won’t tell you which one. We got to celebrate Zia Becky’s birthday too. I am so grateful to be part of this family! Happy Birthday Mom!

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And she’s off on a new adventure!

In a few days I will be dropping Camille off at UC Davis. I knew the summer would fly by and it has. I’m kind of avoiding all of the feelings I have about this. I know we will all be okay and she’s going to have a great time but it’s hard letting go of my youngest!

I love both of my girls equally. They are alike in many ways but also different. Sierra was fiercely independent. I know she missed us and we missed her but she was excited to experience college. When we dropped her off I was honestly just really excited for her.

With Camille it’s a little different and a lot of it has to do with the change in circumstances. Camille and I have been together since Patrick died. Initially it was just us that day. And when Sierra left for school last year it was just Camille and I for the entire school year. So, I think that makes it harder to let her go. Make no mistake though, she will thrive in college and I know she will make me extremely proud!

I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful I am that Sierra will be home with me for another year. We will get to have that time together just like Camille and I did. Eventually they will both be gone but having this extra year is going to make it easier for me.

I just realized that today is the 22nd. I completely missed the 20th. Every month I have thought about how many months it has been. But I didn’t think about 17 months. I think that is a good sign! And I think Patrick would agree.

I’m adding pictures that Cathy arranged for the girls to take as a surprise for me. They make me so proud!

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Village of Support

My mind didn’t let me believe it right away. My heart knew that Patrick was gone but I also knew that I was going to have to wait for confirmation. As the shock settled in, the first thing I thought was, “My house is a mess!” I realize that people don’t care about these things at times like this but I knew, without a doubt, that a lot of people would be in my house that day.

When you are born into the Hatch, Boyles, Prandini or teNyenhuis families, you know that family is everything. I am so lucky and blessed that ALL of our extended families are pretty similar when it comes to caring about each other. Family is extremely important. And “family” is a loose term because all of these families are known to “adopt” anyone who starts hanging around, lol. One of the things that these families do best is support each other. So, when I realized Patrick was gone, I also knew that I would be encircled in love and support. I only actually told a few people, but spreading the word is also a given for all of these families. As I sat in shock that morning, the “Village” of my family sprang into action. Calls were made and plans established to ensure that we were taken care of that day and the days that followed. For the first few weeks my job was to just get through each day. There were people to take care of anything. I was overwhelmed with love and gratitude.

Since then I have often reflected on the amazing amount of love I felt during that time. People always tell me how strong I was but how can you not be strong when you have so much support? Since then I’ve watched other people go through similar experiences and they also had a lot of support. But I realize that there are tragedies every day and we never hear about the ones where there is no one around to help the family.

In April there was a shooting spree in Fresno and four people died. One of the victims had just started working for the same company as my brother and was killed on the job. My brother told me that his fellow employees did a lot of fundraising for their coworkers family. They also contacted the other families to offer help. Some of the other families indicated that no one else had reached out to them. So, having support is contingent on whether or not you were lucky enough to be born into a large family, marry into one, or both and whether or not you have a large social network. I thought about what those first few days and weeks would have been like if I were alone and I couldn’t even imagine it.

In November we relived our experience in the worst way when my best friend’s dad, Ron Stebles, was hit and killed. I felt so awful for the family but this time I at least had an idea of what to do. The first thing is food! The family is in shock and they need sustenance. I was staying with Cathy, who had been there for me but I knew I could call my family and before long Denise and Denny arrived with food and water. They were happy to help because they were also grateful for the support we received.

In May, I watched my friend, Sarah Beasley, go through the tragic loss of her son Aaron. I was able to respond in a way that I knew would have been helpful to me and an idea begin to form. I have all this gratitude and so do a lot of other people. Why don’t we pay it forward by being there for families who are not fortunate enough to have the support we have?

I am thrilled to be starting Village of Support to do this. Initially it is going to be a Facebook group of volunteers. As there is a need I will post it and whoever is available right then can offer to help. The list of ways we can help is just starting. Number one is food but there are also things like helping the family navigate through all of the business that needs to happen (funeral arrangements, etc). Maybe it will involve just sitting with someone or helping them with household chores. I suspect that we will come up with a long list of items as well as volunteers and/or experts with a specific skill. I’m going to need a lot of help because I’ve never done anything like this before. But, I have a Village and it grows every day! If you have ideas please keep them coming. If we can do even one small thing to make the process of losing a loved one easier to get through then we will have succeeded.

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Milestones

Monday marked the one year anniversary of my blog. I'm happy to celebrate something that has been so therapeutic for me! I enjoy writing the blog because it keeps Patrick's memory alive.

Bereaved people often comment that one of the hardest things they experience is never hearing their loved ones name. People are afraid to bring it up, don't know what to say or just don't think about it. Some of them comment that they have been told they should be "over it". I'm happy to say that no one has ever told me that but I did have a few times when I felt people weren't mentioning him to protect me. Thankfully most people know that his name can be mentioned in my presence.

The blog is also a way for me to see that I am doing better. I'm in a much better place emotionally than I was a year ago. That gives me hope that it will continue to get easier.

This week we went to orientation at UC Davis. Camille was a little nervous and, of course, I'm a little anxious about sending her off to college. But I am so excited for the opportunities she will have! I really enjoyed hearing about all of the programs they have and I can't wait to see all that she does!

Of course Patrick was on my mind the whole time. He would have been so proud and excited! We had a chance to meet some of the Biology professors and I just listened but I'm sure he would have asked a lot of scientific questions! Sierra was with me in the family sessions which was nice. There were some individual parents but plenty of couples and I think it would have been hard to be alone.

On the way there I couldn't help but remember all of my drives to Stockton and how excited I always was to see Patrick. This is going to sound odd but part of me wanted to go to UOP and look for him. I think it's just my mind's way of showing disbelief that he is gone. We took I-5 so we could see the tower in the distance. I thought about taking the girls there but that's not what our trip was about and I wasn't sure if I could handle it.

Instead I just smiled at the memories and enjoyed the time with the girls. I know he was there in spirit, beaming with pride!

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What would Patrick do?

I’m sure I’ve mentioned how much we enjoy imagining how Patrick would react in different situations. He had such a crazy sense of humor and we all knew him so well that it’s not hard to predict how he would react to particular situations. I used to be embarrassed or horrified at his reactions but now I just miss the constant entertainment. Predicting his reaction is my way of keeping his memory alive. The bonus is that it is easier and less painful to smile and laugh than to cry. 

Last summer my sister Dawan suggested we join her family in Catalina for their annual vacation with her husband’s family. It was the kind of distraction we needed last summer and we had a great time. 

We went in the midst of the Pokémon Go craze and we spent a lot of time chasing Pokémon. It helped us work off all of the yummy dinners and snacks. If you’re not familiar with the game, it involves using your smart phone and walking around to find virtual characters and then catch them. I realize that a lot of people thought it was a ridiculous way to spend time, especially for a middle-aged mom like me! I didn’t care because it made me smile!

At some point it occurred to me that Patrick never knew about this game and I mentioned to the girls that he would have had a field day with it. First we would have had a long discussion to explain the game to him. It would be a serious discussion but he would be mocking us the whole time. When he “understood” the game he would probably then suggest that he play it with us. We would remind him for the thousandth time that he did not have a smart phone. He would reply that he had three and then try to get one of us to give him one of those three phones. And there would be no way any of us would let him touch our phones because who knew what he might do with them?!

When he figured out that we weren’t going to give in, he would announce that he could play on his flip phone. Then he would proceed to play an exaggerated version of the game. His version might involve climbing a tree, hopping up and down or using stealth moves. And I’m sure that his version would have special Pokémon that only he could catch. They would have names like alutnarat, booger, and diputs. Or maybe they would be called nystagmus or syncope (two names he actually proposed as baby names). We all had a good laugh imagining his reaction and it made playing the game even more fun!

We just got back from our second trip to Catalina with the Utecht’s and Brandlin’s. This time we added a few teNyenhuis kids to our entourage. Sierra has a “twin” cousin, Dominic. They were born on the same day in the same hospital and Monday was their twenty-first birthday and Catalina was the perfect place to celebrate! We had a great time!


This year was easier than last year. I didn’t seem to notice every single happy couple and I didn’t cry at all. I’m not going to say that I didn’t miss him. I miss him every day and especially when I’m having a great time because he should be there too, right? It’s just a little easier to bear now.

I saw the No Turkeys Allowed sign in Catalina. I think I remember seeing it last year too but it didn’t catch my attention. I happened to be walking by it alone and there were people sitting in the yard it was in. I was almost overcome by a sudden urge to ask them why I couldn’t bring my turkey there. Then I thought of Patrick and I knew he absolutely would have said something. He would have started a crazy rant about discriminating against turkeys. The people would have thought he was crazy. I would have needed to drag him away in embarrassment. I never thought I would miss that but I would give anything for him to annoy me now! He was crazy and unforgettable and that makes it easy for me to imagine him in situations that never happened. He still makes me laugh and laughter is good. ❤️❤️❤️

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First Friday

Tonight was our monthly First Friday get together. Patrick liked to invite his brothers, cousins and friends over to soak in the jacuzzi and drink beer the first Friday of each month. Now we have a potluck each month for anyone in our huge extended family and friends. We have rotated to different houses and tonight we had it at Dina and Jeff’s place. They live two miles off Tollhouse road so it is very secluded. They invited everyone to camp out. It’s not exactly roughing it but I decided to be a good sport and sent my tent ahead with Denny. 

When Camille and I arrived they said we could sleep in the newly finished “apartment” that Jeff built above his barn. It’s been in the works for a while. The main house has a bathroom with a shower and Jeff wanted a bathtub. Patrick liked the idea of an apartment here because he loved hanging out with Jeff and if he stayed up here they could go fishing earlier. He joked that he might just move up here. 

We spent our last Easter together here with his family. Jeff had the apartment ready for the bathtub but the bathtub needed to be moved upstairs to the apartment. I think Patrick, Matt, Gabe and Jeff moved it and Pop supervised. It was kind of hilarious and a little terrifying watching them struggle with it but they got it done and Patrick was anxious for the apartment to be finished. Less than a month later he was gone. 

Driving up here I was very aware that it was my first time coming here without him. The road is very windy and it’s a little scary if you meet another car. Luckily we made it with no mishaps. I knew that Jeff had just finished the apartment so I was excited to see it. I got tears in my eyes when I saw the sign on the door, “Pat’s Apartment”. Dina had also added Patrick’s portrait on a metal print. It was perfect!

We spent the evening enjoying good food and good company! We had a fire pit and even roasted marshmallows! When we went to bed Camille said that overnight First Friday was the best!

I’m so blessed to be surrounded by so much family! And tonight I am enjoying the outdoor sounds AND the comfort of a foam mattress, running water and electricity! I’m very honored to be in Pat’s Apartment. I wish he could’ve seen it. But Camille summed it up perfectly, “Maybe it’s better he never saw it because then he would have left us to move up here!” Which is exactly the kind of thing her father would have said! 

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Senseless – 11/21/16

Originally posted on 11/21/16. Reposting to observe the one year anniversary of Ron’s death.

Life is really unfair. Sometimes bad things happen to good people. These are really inadequate things to say when someone has died tragically. But most of us are at a loss for words when the unexplainable happens. Saturday night my best friend’s dad walked across the street to get the mail. On his way back across he was hit and killed. Why? Why? Why?

I met Cathy Stebles in fifth grade. Over the years I got to know her entire family. Her parents, Ron & Charlene, were like second parents to me. I spent a lot of time at their house on East Herndon. Ron was one of a kind. He had a really dry sense of humor and he always had us laughing. He had his own unique expressions. During high school he would ask us if we had “Met any lumps lately?” He was referring to hunks but of course he needed to make up his own word for it.

He raised his 3 daughters and 1 son to be independent. They learned to drive tractors before cars and had to be able to change the oil and tires on their cars if they expected to be allowed to drive. A lot of his little quirks were really smart. If he were driving us somewhere he would buckle his seat belt and say, “One”. Everyone knew this was their queue to count off as they buckled their seat belts. “Two, three, four” we all recited. This way he knew all the kids were in the car and safely buckled in. I felt like one of the kids and he and Charlene always referred to me as one of their other kids. Once we were adults I didn’t always see them a lot but when I did they were always very nice and made me feel part of their family.

Ron owned an auto shop called Speed Unlimited and he mostly worked on Volkswagen’s. When Patrick bought his VW bus he began taking it there when he needed work done. When you own a 1971 VW bus you get to know your mechanic really well! Patrick and Ron had a similar sense of humor and enjoyed their frequent brief visits. I also got to see Ron more often than I would have since I spent time transporting Patrick from the shop to work and back again. I am grateful that I had these extra opportunities over the years.

I don’t recall the exact dates that Ron retired and sold the shop but it was after we moved to Clovis. Ron introduced Patrick to Burnett’s and they worked on the bus for the rest of Patrick’s life. When Patrick died I was concerned about notifying them. The bus had been in the shop that same week and I wasn’t sure if they had seen news reports. Cathy talked to her dad and he agreed to stop by and notify them. Ron and Charlene attended Patrick’s funeral service. This was a little bit of a shock to me since I wasn’t aware of another time that Ron attended any kind of church service. I would describe Ron as a devout atheist. The fact that he sat through a Catholic funeral mass meant the world to me and made me realize how much he loved Patrick and I.

I saw Ron again at his grandson Matt’s graduation. Matt graduated with my nephew, Anthony. Cathy had an extra seat so I sat with the Stebles/Lamb family to free up a seat in the teNyenhuis section. The last time I saw him was at the Cougar Foundation BBQ in September. As always I received a big hug. He called me “Kiddo” and reminded me that I was always “one of the kids”. I’m grateful for these last few brief visits.

Ron’s sense of humor lives on in his grandsons. I have always been reminded of him when listening to Michael or Matt talk. I will chuckle and tell Cathy that they are definitely his grandsons.

And now my heart aches for Cathy, Charlene, Marilyn, Denise and Mike and all of the rest of the family, especially the grandkids. I know their pain only too well and it breaks my heart that they have to go through this. Ron lived a long, rich life. He was supposed to die, years from now, of old age. Some will say that at least he didn’t suffer. To me it is even more senseless that someone his age would die tragically. The fact that it was 1 day short of seven months after Patrick died is just crazy.

Cathy was my Rock when Patrick died. I can never repay the support she gave me. Now our roles are reversed but I am not happy that I am returning the favor. It’s not fair that she is going through this! I don’t understand, but I know that I don’t always get to know why things happen. I am hoping that Patrick was able to welcome Ron with open arms. I know that Ron would disagree and I really don’t want to disrespect him but I truly believe he is in heaven now. I just wish I could hear what he has to say about it! You know it would be good!

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Shaw Avenue 11/16/16

This was originally published on my Tumblr blog, which I’ve been slowly moving over. The picture was taken on 4/23/16 during a family walk to get us out of the house. My siblings and I are standing with our childhood home in the background. Denny, Dawan, Me, & Denise

The holidays are quickly approaching and I want to run in the other direction. Back to April. Back to last November. I am just so unprepared for holidays without him. At the same time I am really looking forward to January because that will mean the holidays are over.

I really don’t spend my days crying. I promise. And most of the time I am okay but it really doesn’t take much for the thoughts and pictures to start scrolling through my mind. If I go anywhere during the day I inevitably end up driving or crossing Shaw. I can’t really avoid it.

It’s crazy how much of our life is tied to Shaw. We both worked on Shaw. One of my elementary schools is on Shaw. We met a few blocks from Shaw. We opened our first checking account on Shaw. Fresno State is on Shaw. I spent four years of my childhood in the big house on the corner of Shaw and DeWolf. And he died on Shaw, a half mile away from that house. I have now driven down that section of Shaw 3 or 4 times. I only go there when I really need to let it all out and I don’t have to do that very often.

Ironically some of my best and a few of my worst childhood memories are from that house on Shaw. We moved from a tiny 3 bedroom house to that house and I think we all thought we were rich! A lot of the time we had our own bedrooms and somehow the 6 of us survived with 1 bathroom. I don’t even know how that was possible! We had all kinds of animals including a horse, a steer, goats, rabbits, ducks, geese, dogs, cats and pigs. There was always something to do. One time the pig had 13 piglets. They were cute when they were little. I remember one day I sat in the pasture and played with them. Later that day I was on the porch when they decided to go for a walk. Across Shaw. As I watched a car sped through their pack. All you could hear were squeals of pain. I ran in the house screaming. I was so upset I couldn’t really articulate what had happened and my parents thought one of the other kids had been hit. Miraculously only a few died. One had a broken leg but my mom had a splint put on it and it recovered just fine. We laugh at that story.

Another time I was getting home from school on the bus after track practice. There was an almond orchard surrounding two sides of our property. I saw Denise and Denny jogging along the orchard and, a little further, I saw that someone had left a few piles of clothes in the orchard. The bus stopped across the street from my house and the bus driver got out and let me cross the street. Suddenly, I saw a strange man with my brother and sister. He looked kind of crazy and seemed to have his arms on Denny. He asked me to get my parents and told me he had hit two men. We later found out that the tragedy began when a girl was driving by our house, pulling a horse trailer, and hit our Saint Bernard, Morley. Since she had the horse trailer she didn’t want to stop so she went home and told her dad and uncle. They lived less than a quarter mile away, on the opposite side of Shaw. Her dad and uncle drove over to tell us. For some reason they decided to park across Shaw instead of pulling into our driveway. I think the sun was low in the sky as they crossed. The driver never saw them. They were thrown into the orchard and killed instantly. I didn’t realize that I had seen them. Our dog was injured and my parents had him put down. What an awful day! This was forty years ago and I still remember almost everything about it.

How ironic that Patrick would ride past that house and a little way down the road his life would also end tragically. I didn’t really think about the fact that people lived near the accident site and would now be forever tied to this tragedy like I am to the one forty years earlier.

Today Camille went to Subs and Grubs for lunch. She used her phone to call in the order for herself and 3 others. As they went up to pay, the owner asked which one was Camille. She told her she recognized the name from caller ID. She pulled her aside and told her she lived out on Shaw and had been praying for my family. She didn’t charge Camille for her lunch. Such a small, crazy world! What a nice and unexpected gesture! I continue to feel the love that surrounds us, some of it from people we don’t even know. This is such a horrific experience but we are very blessed that so many people care about us and continue to do anything they can think of to help us. I know that I will survive the holidays. I will be surrounded by family and we will keep moving forward. There’s really no other way to go.

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What if we never met? – 10/9/16

This was originally posted on 10/9/16. The picture I have added is all of the teNyenhuis grandkids.

Last night I was completely exhausted from a day of moving my mom and Ernie. I woke up at 5:30 after sleeping maybe 3 hours on Friday night. Last night I should have slept like a log. Of course, as usual, I woke several times during the night. This is kind of my new normal. Just to clarify, this doesn’t mean I wake up crying and in emotional pain. Patrick is always in the back of my mind but the pain seems to be a little better most days. When I was awake last night I started thinking about something that I thought about a LOT at first.

When the pain was the most intense there were times that I prayed for amnesia. I just wanted to not remember. And I considered if it would be better just to go through life kind of happy rather than experiencing the extreme pain of losing Patrick. I’ve been told a lot that “most people” don’t experience the kind of love and happiness I had. What if I didn’t have that? Of course I always shut down this line of thinking because I would not have my two precious daughters if I never met Patrick. And of course I wouldn’t want to erase my time with him. My life was better because of it.

My life was incredibly enriched when I met Patrick. Mom and Pop are the best in-laws anyone could ever have. They truly consider me their child and I am so blessed to be a part of their family. Dan is like a big brother to me. He brought Amy into my life and even though they are far away I cherish our relationship. Gabe was always around during the college years when Patrick was away and he looked out for me. I consider him Camille’s surrogate father for education and I think he’s as proud of her as Patrick would be. Jennifer is a kindred spirit and I love having her in my life.

And Patrick gave me my own little sister, Dina. I love her so much and I understand my sisters wanting to protect me from the pain I’m going through because I wish I could take away Dina’s pain. She was extremely close to Patrick and when she married Jeff he found an outdoorsy buddy. Jeff and Dina were always ready to go fishing, hiking or just drink beer with Patrick!

When I met Matt I think he was 10 years old. So I’ve known him for a big part of his life and Patrick was always proud of him. In many ways he was truly Patrick’s best friend. I’ve always been close to Tina too. Like all of the siblings Matt chose well!

Getting together with the whole family was always a special time. Holidays were always busy but we always agreed which family we would spend time with, BOTH!

And that is just the tip of the iceberg since the family doesn’t end there. There are numerous nieces, nephews, cousins, etc and my life is richer because of all of them. I do still get extremely sad at times and when that happens if I start to wish that someone could just take away my memories I think about all that I would lose with them. I wouldn’t give up the memories or my family. Love you T-9-house family!❤️