tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624809948657566832024-02-07T22:10:08.591-08:00CanadianKristin: ConnectedGrateful for silver linings, one of which is how family and friends are gathering around us in prayer and with offers of support. Cancer is a lot of hard things. It is already proving to be a lot of connecting with loved ones and strengthening of relationships and that is so, so good.
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After a dark and dreary year, we were thrilled to hear that Kristin's cousin Brody was invited into the Chopped Canada Kitchen! The timing of his episode could not have been better. It was a stark contrast from where we were a year ago on February 14th, and we were thrilled to make new memories on on this Valentine's Day! </div>
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We quickly got busy putting together a Chopped Canada Screening Party as Brody and his gang gathered in Calgary for their own screening party and fundraising event. </div>
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Here is Brody with his parents Bev & Brian, his wife Sandra, and his brother Brett & wife Kristen at their Screening Party in Calgary.</div>
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We were on the edge of our seats watching the show! </div>
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There were tons of tears, oodles of laughter, and even a little yelling at the judges! We had a fantastic time cheering Brody on during each round! The kids and their dad were thrilled that their mom was honored with such a sweet and caring tribute, and there wasn't a dry eye in our home.</div>
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The show twisted and turned it's way through a three course meal and in the end the BEST CHEF WON! Congratulations Brody on a well-deserved win! We look forward to giving you a real life hug and a heart felt thank you for the beautiful tribute to Kristin, and to the love you have shown her family.</div>
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We celebrated BRODY and his CHOPPED CHAMPION VICTORY 'Kristin style'<br />
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Shawn and the kids tried to skype with the winner but it was really hard to communicate with all the excitement! I'm not sure any of us were truly prepared for the emotional ups and downs of the evening, but it sure was fun. If you've watched the show, you will know what I'm referring to. One moment grieving the loss of Kristin and the next second cheering so loud she could probably hear us in heaven!</div>
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We were thrilled that Brody's true character was not lost during the entire episode. From start to finish, he remained true to himself. He was so calm, poised, and caring. </div>
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Kristin would have been SO proud of you Brody, I know we are!</div>
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I would also like to extend an extra special thank you to the owners of <a href="http://www.charcut.com/" target="_blank">Charcut Roast House</a> along with Brody's wife & son, his entire family, and the staff that he works with every day. Your love and dedication to both Brody's talent and his love for his family has been out of this world. From the bottom of our hearts, THANK YOU!</div>
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If you missed the episode, please click here to watch Brody in action:</div>
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<a href="http://www.foodnetwork.ca/shows/chopped-canada/" target="_blank">Season 2 Episode 6 "How About Them Apples"</a></div>
Keri's Collage...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253233657155221919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-18743480825889200252015-02-12T23:43:00.001-08:002015-02-13T07:43:03.808-08:00How About Them Apples <div style="text-align: center;">
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Kristin's cousin Brody Ashton will be on Chopped Canada this Saturday Feb 14th at 6:00pm!! If he is declared Chopped Champion, he plans to donate some of his winnings to Kristin's memorial fund. I would love to hear Brody's take on how this happened and why, but Kristin would be absolutely tickled knowing that Brody made it onto a TV show!</div>
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Back in July 2012, before Kristin was diagnosed with cancer, Shawn and Kristin took the family on a road trip to Alberta to explore Drumheller, Calgary Zoo, and to visit with some of our family. One of the highlights of the trip was meeting up with family at Charcut Roasthouse for dinner. Kristin's cousin Brody is a sous chef at the restaurant, and after reading raving reviews she made it clear that she had to go there! </div>
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<span style="text-align: center;"> The meal did not disappoint, and it's all she talked about for months! </span><span style="text-align: center;">One more thing
Kristin loved more than her meal... the cookies! </span><span style="text-align: center;"> She even tried to bring some home for
us to </span><span style="text-align: center;">share, but they didn't make it! She later told us that she enjoyed them on our behalf!</span></div>
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For the months following her visit, she brought up this experience several
times. She would talk in great detail about the food, the service, the experience, but more than
that, she was so incredibly proud of Brody! She very excitedly told everyone she knew about her experience and insisted we all get there! Kristin was very passionate, and she was so excited to share Brody's passion for food, as well as his role
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Through Kristin's surgery and gruelling chemo and radiation, she often
spoke of her Charcut visit. She decided that as soon as she was finished the cancer treatment she was taking us girls on a road trip to Calgary so she could take us to dinner! Exactly one year after her initial visit,
we did just that. Kristin was offered a short break in her chemo so Kristin, mom, and her sisters hit the road! You can only imagine how much chatting goes on in a car with 4 women! So much
chatting that we somehow missed our turn and ended up taking the long scenic route to
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This added time in our journey turned out to be a blessing in disguise as we enjoyed an extra few hours to chat as well as an unexpected stop to dip our toes in the icy blue river. </div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">The downside was that this little detour meant we missed our reservation. Kristin was incredibly disappointed and she cried when she realized we just couldn't make it happen. We had no idea what we were missing, but she did. We have yet to make it out to Calgary to see Brody in </span><span style="text-align: center;">action, but we hope to in the very near future. If you are in Calgary, Alberta make sure you stop in at Charcut for an amazing meal and say hi to Kristin's cousin Brody!</span></div>
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Brody, if you are reading this, I want you to know how proud Kristin was of you. She was bursting at the seams when she spoke of her experience and
she would be just as proud today. No matter how the Chopped episode turns out, she would be gathering up a crowd to cheer you on! </div>
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For Kristin's friends, please leave a comment for Brody! Cheer him on with us as we watch him duke it out in the kitchen! If you are searching on line after the show airs, he will be in Season 2 Episode 6 "How About Them Apples".<br />
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<a href="http://canadiankristinconnected.blogspot.ca/2014/02/kristin-erickson-memorial-fund.html" target="_blank">Click here to learn more about the Kristin Erickson Memorial Fund</a></div>
Keri's Collage...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253233657155221919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-35856775229747787072015-02-09T20:25:00.000-08:002015-02-09T20:29:58.292-08:00One Year Later<div>
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<span style="color: black;">I'm struggling with what to
write but felt that I needed to post something.</span><span style="color: black;"> It was one year ago that Kristin passed away and I miss her
so very, very much. Kyle, Miranda, Braden and Connor do too. I haven't posted
anything to this blog as I initially thought I would. Perhaps going forward I
will contribute more. While </span>much has happened over this
last year, it feels like so little time has passed. Our family continues to do
well, one day at a time, and we are so thankful for the many thoughts, prayers
and acts of kindness we have received. I would ask that you keep us in your
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Keri's Collage...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253233657155221919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-5769232703223260712014-04-27T21:16:00.000-07:002014-04-28T18:10:19.432-07:00Choosing Joy<b>When Kristin was diagnosed with cancer on October 29, 2012, our
family knew our lives would never be the same.
In an instant, our world as we knew it no longer existed. Cancer snuck in and filled all the little
empty spaces in our minds with fear, anxiety, dread, and weariness. It did what is expected of it, and sucked the
life right out of us. That was in a
split second.<br /> In the very next
second we vowed that we would not allow these things to fill up the space in
our hearts and minds. Instead, we chose hope, determination, laughter and even
joy! We experienced moments of freedom and peace in the midst of this
devastating blow, and moment by moment we put one foot in front of the other
and carried on the way Kristin requested.
It was so hard, and the war in our hearts and minds did not let up. There were no easy moments, every moment was
a choice to either get up or give up.</b><br />
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<b>Over Kristin’s 15 month battle, we often thought, ‘Wow, this
is the hardest thing we have ever experienced’.
We had no idea that the hardest was yet to come. Kristin was determined
that she would not give in to the absolute exhaustion and sadness and said
often, ‘Satan get behind me’. This was a
phrase we all learned to say often. When
one of us was weary, another one would say the words out loud to give us
strength, ‘Satan get behind us’.<br />Kristin was knocked down again and again and again, yet she
managed to get up each time. She got up and
she fought harder than before! There were times when each of us shook our heads
with disbelief. She blew us away with her determination, and we believed with her
until the very end that she was going to survive cancer. I think it was her
strength that now makes her death so hard.
She was a survivor. She was our hero.</b><br />
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<b>The day before Kristin passed away, our cousin Derek came up
to the hospital to give us hugs. In the
midst of his own grief, he reached out and there was wisdom in his
embrace. He
endured our questions over the mundane things, he let us torture him about his
love life, he shared sacred moments of the loss of his father, and he exposed
his heart and fresh grief through soft spoken words. He shared something so huge with us that I
haven’t been able to forget it. We
really hadn’t started to grieve the loss of our cousin, or our uncle, and yet our
hearts were already so full of sadness. We knew that we couldn’t handle the
loss that was coming. But in his one
simple sentence, I felt understood. Reassured maybe?</b><br />
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<b>What he said painted a picture of my grief, and made me see
it in a way that was less scary. You see... my sister had a HUGE
personality. Kristin wasn’t the sit back
and smile across the room kinda girl!
She was a sit RIGHT beside you, put her hand on your knee and start up a
conversation kinda girl! She was loud, passionate,
and a huge presence in our family. I can
admit that I happily took a back seat to Kristin. I liked that she was our family spokesperson.
Kristin liked being on center stage and I preferred to be behind the scenes! One
thing we knew for sure was that when Kristin left us, she would leave a massive
hole in our lives; a big, empty, scary crater. No matter how hard I tried, I didn’t see how I
was going to get through it, over it, around it, or past it! My gut told me
that I could read every book in the bible, sing praises, and pray all day long....
but no amount of positive ‘filler’ would ever fill the hole. I imagined that I could eat, drink, or sleep
the days away.... but no amount of negative ‘filler’ could ever fill that
hole. There would always be the anxiety
of that crater. What my cousin said to me truly changed the way I would look at
that big empty hole in our lives. </b><br />
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<b><br />He said, ‘The person that leaves your life doesn’t leave a GIANT
HOLE. They leave a [insert name here] KRISTIN SHAPED HOLE. You can try as hard as you
want, but you will never be able to fill that hole. It’s like trying to put a square peg in a
round hole.’ I understood immediately, and
it felt so good to visualize our emptiness this way. No person, place, or thing
could ever take Kristin’s place.</b><br />
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<b>The next day, Kristin left us. We tried desperately (mostly subconsciously) to
fill the ‘KRISTIN SHAPED HOLE’ with planning a funeral, food, work,
activities.... staying busy, busy, busy!
But that hole remained empty.
Kristin is irreplaceable. It will
always be empty. In a dark quiet moment,
I realized that Derek had given me the permission to leave that hole empty. I
am allowed to let that ‘Kristin shaped hole’ sit empty and there is a freedom
in leaving it just the way it is. I’m allowed to go there and cry and yell into
it when I need to, but there is a comfort in knowing that even if I try, I
can’t fill it. It’s not a scary crater
anymore, and since I have changed the way I view it, I have noticed that it is
filling with beautiful memories all on its own.
I can go and meet her there.... it’s where I can hear her voice and see
her smile. Are you struggling with
honoring Kristin’s memory? Are you afraid you will forget her voice? Do you
miss her smile? I challenge you to stop
trying to jam the square peg in the round hole. It’s Kristin shaped, only she
can fill that hole.</b><br />
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<b>I know this paints a perfect and pretty picture of our grief
(Kristin would say rainbows & unicorns!!).
Believe me, it’s not pretty. We
are overwhelmed every day with sadness, anger, and anxiety, and some moments we
are just horrible to be around. Thankfully, we have all found tasks and routines
in our day that enable us to keep moving on.
It’s very easy to get lost in work or activities, and it protects us
from getting stuck in that dark place. Just like Kristin said, ‘Satan get behind
me’. We still say it, cry it, yell it,
and believe it. Sometimes after work I
get in my car and cry the entire way home. Sometimes I hide and listen to a
video of Kristin on my phone over and over. We have been on a journey of faith
and love, and although Kristin is not physically here, she still inspires us to
be strong in our faith and to love one another. Please continue to pray for us, and encourage us. We are all making the effort to choose joy and keep our dear Kristin's memory alive forever. </b><br />
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<b><br /></b>Keri's Collage...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253233657155221919noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-19661511968579912412014-04-03T20:49:00.000-07:002014-04-03T20:52:46.034-07:00Monkey Love<div>
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I received a text from a friend on the evening before Kristin's funeral. She really felt for my niece and nephews, and she asked if she could bring a little something for each of them before the funeral. Something to hang on to, something to cuddle, something that would bring them comfort that day and in the days to come. She offered a small teddy bear or a monkey, but I knew immediately that a monkey would be perfect! What a thoughtful and caring gift.</div>
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If you've been following Kristin's blog, you will know that her sock monkey friend, 'LaLaLuna', brought great comfort on some of her most difficult days and also put a smile on her face when she was bored. LaLaLuna was a perfect distraction when Kristin needed to escape the reality of chemo, hospital visits....cancer. </div>
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As you can see, LaLaLuna, as well as Kristin's kids, now have four beloved sock monkey friends to bring them comfort. </div>
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Thank you Corrinna for thinking of the kids and bringing these special gifts on the day of their Mom's funeral. I know that they will cherish them always. You just never know when you need some monkey love!</div>
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On Friday February 14th at 11:00 am, our family and a few of Kristin's special friends gathered together at the graveside to commit Kristin's body to the earth. We were told to expect rain, but we were blessed with a dry day and even some beautiful sunshine. A reminder of God's love when we were hurting so deeply. </div>
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Dave Jones :: Brother in Law</div>
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Roger Unrau :: Brother in Law</div>
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Ryan Erickson :: Brother in Law</div>
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Ryan Epp :: Cousin</div>
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Aaron Peters :: Cousin</div>
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Derek Weiss :: Cousin</div>
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Pastor Jim Lucas shared a special story about Kristin that had us all grinning from ear to ear. He shared a sermon that he had preached one Sunday morning, and during his sermon he explained that he only hugs family due to society's fear of inappropriate touching. After the sermon, Kristin approached him and gave him a GIANT KRISTIN HUG and then said to him, 'I guess we're family now'! When Kristin hugged, she was the person who determined when it was time to let go. She held on tight and didn't let go until she was good and ready. </div>
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<span style="text-align: center;"> Pastor Jim spoke of how the BEST of Kristin has left her body. What we loved most about her, and what made her so unique, had already gone on to Heaven. She would no longer need her broken body, and he assured us that she would be made new and we would see her again! </span></div>
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Kristin's four children, her three nieces, and two nephews all wrote her beautiful Valentine's messages on purple hearts. After the pastor's message, the kids all approached Kristin's beautiful blue casket and tucked their love letters under the flowers. Kristin loved holidays, and it was a beautiful way for the kids to all express their love for her while honoring Valentine's Day ~a day of LOVE.<br />
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Shawn and the kids all took turns pulling a beautiful pink rose from the flowers on the casket.<br />
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And then the rest of our immediate family followed.<br />
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The rain held off and her beautiful brocade casket mimicked the blue sky peaking out from the clouds above us. She said she wanted cream but they don't make that one anymore. We weren't too worried about that, we knew she loved color...lots and lots of color! <br />
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Kristin loved her Mother in law, and was thrilled that she had done the flower arrangements for her wedding. I'm sure she would have been so proud that the beautiful arrangements at both the graveside and church services, were also made by Wiffy with love. </div>
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Come to Me all who are WEARY</div>
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REST</div>
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Keri's Collage...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253233657155221919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-44939013127872357892014-03-09T22:10:00.002-07:002014-03-09T22:18:51.377-07:00One month ago...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
It has been one month since Kristin's passing and I felt it appropriate to stop
and reflect. So much has happened, so much has changed. Change is often not
easy, particularly when it is not our choice. So many thoughts and questions
are faced daily yet as our family changes some of the ways we do things, we find
it difficult but also understand that new opportunities emerge...to learn, to
collaborate, to share and to grow closer. Our present state stills sees us
relying on what I will call "the three F's" - our faith, our family and our
friends. I am daily overwhelmed by the outpouring of love shown to us. </div>
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So,
how are we doing now, you might ask? I am pleased to say we are doing
reasonably well as we transition into our "new normal". This last month has
certainly had it's ups and downs, and we continue to take things one day at a
time. For this blog post, I'll share a few positive points as they relate to
our kids. </div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">Connor has adjusted back to school and gets excited to play ball hockey at recess. The other day he stated that he scored a "natural hat trick" and was very excited about that! Braden is also doing well in school. In fact this last week report cards came out and he made the honour role! I was so proud to watch him get his award at the school assembly on Friday. Miranda is part of an after school program called Destination Imagination where kids work in teams to learn and experience creativity, teamwork and problem solving. Yesterday at the middle school challenge her team came in second place. Way to go Miranda (and team)! And last but not least, Kyle's soccer team played for the district championship and I am pleased to say that today they won! </span></div>
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Over this last month, I have somewhat struggled to know how best to thank
everyone for their kind words, prayers and generosity. I have sent some cards,
emails, texts, made phone calls, yet I know I have not reached everyone. As a
result, I am hopeful that this blog post will reach many more. So to everyone,
from Connor, Braden, Miranda, Kyle and Shawn, we say "thank you". Thank you
for all you have done for us and continue to do for us. While I won't capture
it all, thank you for bringing us meals, for praying, for reaching out, for
listening, for donating, for being there... I also have a long list of people
who have offered assistance in any way, at any time - to you we say "thank you"
as well. Lastly, I continue to be asked "what do you need" or "what can we do
for you"? My answer is "pray". Pray for our physical, emotional and spiritual
health. <br />
Going forward I plan to contribute to Kristin's blog to share her
and our stories, keep people informed of how we're doing and perhaps also share
some self reflective thoughts and perspectives. I will not try to fill
Kristin's shoes. She had a gift; a gift to share her thoughts and to care and
counsel others. I hope that as you follow the blog, you will find it
interesting, informative and of value to your
journey.<br />
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Blessings,<br />
ShawnKeri's Collage...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253233657155221919noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-57477567884209554322014-03-08T12:29:00.001-08:002014-03-08T12:29:30.259-08:00A Daddy's Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"I will never leave you or forsake you!"</div>
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<br />That is Gods
promise to us all, if we trust Him. And we have felt the prayers of all our
friends carry us through each moment , and felt we were never alone. Fact is, I
know it won't be that long until Kristin meets me at those pearly gates,
although I am in no hurry, nor do I want to leave the rest of my family and
friends, the reality is, I will come to that time, sooner than many of you,that
I also will pass away. The only guarantee we have in this world, is
death.<br />After Kristin left us, our hearts were so torn, so ripped
apart. My human expression of tears, never fixed my feeling of the vacuum
inside. The friends and relatives loving on me through this time, has cushioned the
hurt, yet many times each day, and in the middle of the night, the tears just flow
without warning. It is so hard to be up, feel like talking, and for me that is
totally out of character, and difficult to find the ability to focus on anything
for very long. To watch TV, Olympics or anything, just has no importance, nor
gives me much satisfaction. A bit like living in a fog and unable to assert your
mind.<br />My thoughts go to the past 15 months, the hard days, but
more and more, the good times and memories. And most important, my family,
Shawn, my other daughters and husbands, and the nine grandkids, all trying to
handle their emotional roller coaster, keep me trying to look ahead, something
we have been unable to do in this past. Many lessons of life we have learned
with Kris, continue to push us to be better, more caring, and most important,
keep from being too busy, yet staying focused on each other, family, friends and
strangers we bump into along our journey. </div>
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Yes, all our days are numbered, but
while we are here, each of us can choose to help make a positive difference to
all we come in contact with and those we go out of our way to
help.<br />Thank You, to all of you, that took time from your busy
lives, to pray for, comfort, feed, give in so many ways, just to love on us in
your own special way, we are, and feel soooo blessed by you all, and we as a
family, have been praying all along this journey, that God would bless each of
you in return.<br />Love Kristin's dad</div>
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<br />Keri's Collage...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253233657155221919noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-25651979531586576522014-03-05T12:41:00.000-08:002014-03-06T07:56:59.773-08:00Video Tribute<div style="text-align: center;">
Kristin absolutely loved taking pictures and capturing everyday moments. </div>
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Her home is filled with pictures, scrapbooks, and photo albums! She didn't tuck them away, she left them out in the open and encouraged friends and family to flip through them when they visited. </div>
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We knew we couldn't fit her entire passion for life into two short songs, </div>
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but here are some of our favorites!</div>
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Thank you Roger for spending hours of your time and energy making this video. </div>
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The songs chosen were very special to us, please listen carefully to the words...</div>
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The 1st song:</div>
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=722zPX1npcA&feature=kp">Never Once</a></b> by Matt Redman, </div>
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is truly the anthem of Kristin's Journey. </div>
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The 2nd song:</div>
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApKsIYGza6Y">Knowing What I know About Heaven</a></b> by Guy Penrod,</div>
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was chosen by Kristin's dad.<br />
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<b>For a clearer, larger video click link below</b></div>
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<a href="http://web.photodex.com/view/d9mm2bm4/?watch-d9mm2bm4"><b>Watch Kristin's Memorial Slideshow Here</b></a></div>
Keri's Collage...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253233657155221919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-43607276804495141152014-03-05T09:11:00.001-08:002014-03-06T08:01:22.448-08:00Special Song ~Brett Ashton & Sandra Ashton<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">We had the privilege of traveling to Calgary to visit our 'Alberta family' in July. It was very important to Kristin that her mom and sisters joined her on a road trip. We shared lots of laughs and a few tears too. Kristin couldn't wait to take us to her favorite restaurant CHARCUT. Our cousin Brody works there and she was so excited to show off his passion. Sadly, we didn't make it to the restaurant, but in its place we saw God's creations as we took an unexpected detour through Jasper. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">We had a fantastic visit with Brody & Sandra and their handsome new son, our Auntie Bev & Uncle Brian, and cousins Brett & Kristen and their two beautiful kids. It was really hard to say goodbye. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Silent tears rolled down Kristin's cheeks as we drove home. We knew what she was thinking; she had just given her last hugs and 'I love you's' to these people that she was so proud to be related to. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">If you knew Kristin, it would come as no surprise that she would have no qualms about asking our musical cousins to take part in her special day. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Thank you Brett and Sandra for blessing us with your gift of music. You are both so incredibly special, and we know Kristin wouldn't have wanted anyone else to deliver this tender message. <b><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"> </span></b></span></div>
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I can do all things<br />
Through Christ who gives me strength<br />
But sometimes I wonder what He can do through me<br />
No great success to show<br />
No glory on my own<br />
Yet in my weakness He is there to let me know<br />
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His strength is perfect when our strength is gone<br />
He'll carry us when we can't carry on<br />
Raised in His power, the weak become strong<br />
His strength is perfect, His strength is perfect<br />
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We can only know<br />
The power that He holds<br />
When we truly see how deep our weakness goes<br />
His strength in us begins<br />
Where ours comes to an end<br />
He hears our humble cry and proves again<br />
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His strength is perfect when our strength is gone<br />
He'll carry us when we can't carry on<br />
Raised in His power, the weak become strong<br />
His strength is perfect, His strength is perfect</div>
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Kristin showed enormous strength through her entire life, but especially through her cancer journey. Her strength was supernatural at times. When we look back at all the things she did while suffering the effects of surgery, radiation, and chemo, we see that God's strength carried her when she couldn't carry on. We know He will do the same for us, His Strength Is Perfect</div>
Keri's Collage...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253233657155221919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-31734915811635943652014-03-02T09:36:00.002-08:002014-03-05T09:12:32.296-08:00Special Words: Youngest & Oldest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Mom danced with me. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">I love mom. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Mom filled me up with love. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Mom gave me peace. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Mom coloured with me. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">I wish mom did not have cancer. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Violets are blue</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">You passed away</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">believe me you,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">left a lasting impression</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">with all of your love</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">and your passion, your</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">vision and your love. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Lest we forget the</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">hero of many lives</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">and our family, Mother, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">daughter, wife, friend, cousin, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">leader, role model, love, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">cousin, that person who</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">impacted so many lives, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">I love you mom. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Roses are red</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">I love you because</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">you saw me through. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">not to the end, but</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">where it mattered</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">you went on</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">but we stayed</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">with our thoughts</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">and our hearts.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Manafest once told me to live
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">be strong. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">it's not hard, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Bye Mom, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Love you,</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<u style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">Read by Kristin's Sisters Keri Jones (left) Kori Unrau (right)</u></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Another Kristin fun fact (one which her closest friends will have a chuckle about) is that she’d always show up with her arms full!! At least 2 giant overflowing heavy bags of stuff. Stuff she may not even need in the next several hours or days even, but she couldn’t leave home without them. A scrapbook… or two, an ipad, a camera… or two! A notebook, a scarf… or two, Multiple pens and her signature sharpie… or two. A simple trip to the mall and more recently chemo always involved at least one of these overflowing bags. We loved to give her a hard time about them and she was quick to remind us if we ever needed something she would have it covered! Shawn and the kids all developed some pretty amazing muscles carting her STUFF around!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Kristin was a hopeless romantic! We would love to read you the NINE PAGE STORY she wrote of how she met and married the love of her life, instead, we will give you the very short version: God answered her prayer and sent Shawn!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Kristin was very strong in her faith from a very young age. As she got older she prayed and asked God for someone stronger than her in spiritual and every day life. Over the years as Shawn and Kristin grew as a couple, so did their faith. God was the firm foundation of their family, and each of their children were lovingly dedicated to the Lord. They were taught from a young age to be strong in the Lord, Trust in Jesus, and Never lose their faith. Kristin was not ashamed of the gospel, and she instilled it in her children. Kristin and Shawn had no idea how their faith would be tested along the way but they never once faltered. Many times over the years they trusted, believed and thanked God for His many blessings. It wasn’t all ‘Rainbows and Butterflies’ (as Kristin would say) but they never lost sight of their creator and that He had a plan for their lives. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">When Kristin was diagnosed with cancer on October 29, 2012, she told us she did not want her life to be a testimony of her faith because she did not feel qualified. Every day of her 15 month battle, God covered her with His Grace and peace and carried her. God does not call the qualified, He qualifies the called. He had already begun working in her as a young girl preparing her for this road ahead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">‘You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and keep it under a bowl. Instead they put it on a stand and it gives light to the entire house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deed and praise your Father in Heaven’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Kristin's children, husband, family, and some friends watched her as she processed the news of her diagnosis. There were many tough days and she didn’t give up hope. She was not in denial about what was to come, but she simply chose to lean on her faith to ground her and trusted that her heavenly father would take care of the rest. Kristin shone her light for all of us. She showed us that there is hope in helplessness. There is joy in sorrow. There is love and patience and kindness that lights up the dark. Kristin's grace was a gift to her children and she did her best to protect them. She did what she knew best, and surrounded herself with everyone and everything that mattered to her. She was an example to her kids that we must let our light shine in all circumstances.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Kristin blogged her journey and was true to her faith and belief that God would take care of her family all the time. She was often overwhelmed (in a good way) with silver linings and Gods blessings. Unexpected groceries dropped off when they were needed most…. Offers of help for the kids at just the right time… 15 months of Meals delivered when she couldn’t even stand… Doctors, nurses, receptionists, and pharmacists always going that extra mile… all on her behalf. Kristin was cared for by friends, family, and people that didn’t even know her! Her ability to make and sustain relationships carried her when she needed it the most. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">The crown of life is like the victory wreathe given to winning athletes. Gods crown of life is not glory and honor here on earth, but the reward of Eternal Life – living with God forever: HEAVEN. The way to be in God’s winners circle is by loving Him and staying faithful even under pressure. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“You will never be able to fully fathom what God is doing in your life. You cannot possibly see the end of the outcome of each situation. Not yet anyway. But you can be sure that HE knows what HE is doing. He is God and He is working –purposefully, skilfully, lovingly. And one day when you look back on your journey from Heaven’s perspective, you will see HIS hand in all those inexplicable circumstances, and you will say with WONDER and WORSHIP: </span></div>
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<u style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">Read by Kristin's Sisters Keri Jones (left) Kori Unrau (right)</u></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Kristin is the creative writer and editor in our
family… She’s also our public speaker, our picture taker, memory keeper, scrapbook
maker, handbag wearer, party planner, card writer, prayer sayer, Deal finder,
gift giver, tea totler, avid learner, book reviewer, technology learner, faith
sharer and the list goes on!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">… It’s hard to summarize 42 years into one short
tribute, but we will do our best!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Kristin was the first child to our parents Jerry &
Evelyn. She was a perfect baby, an
adorable toddler, and she became ‘Krissy’ to those that loved her most! She had flaming red hair and perfect little
curls that became her trademark and something she became SO proud of. It set
her apart from the rest of us average people, and with the red hair came a HUGE
personality! She quickly wrapped
everyone around her little finger, and there wasn’t a stranger that looked away
without giving her a smile. She started talking early and had the gift of gab!
She would talk to anyone that would listen… Dad remembers walking with her down
Montrose street when she was just a little girl, she looked up at a stranger
with a great big smile and told him ‘Jesus loves you!’ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Kristin was a very happy little girl and loved playing
with her baby dolls, and later with her real live baby dolls, her sisters. She was proud to show us off, but more than
once tried to send us back to wherever we came from! Although she loved her
baby dolls, they soon were replaced with books!
Her love for books & learning and reading & writing started at a
very early age and followed her into her teen years and high school. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Some activities Kristin enjoyed during her school
years were playing the organ, and the saxophone. She loved music but playing the organ wasn’t
cool, and after switching from MEI to Abby Sr she gave up the saxophone too. I’m pretty sure her saxophone is somewhere in
her house along with every other collectible or piece of memorabilia from her
childhood! Kristin accomplished SO many things and quite literally has a
tangible reminder of each and every accomplishment. It seemed natural that she would one day
become a scrapbooker since she couldn’t even throw out a piece of paper with a pencil
mark on it. Everything she had represented something important to her and she
could tell you the meaning behind every single item in her home! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Along with music, managing the senior boys basketball
team, and working through high school, Kristin had the opportunity to travel to
Japan on an exchange program. I remember
being so nervous that she was going ALL THE WAY to Japan on an airplane for the
very first time by herself! She had a fantastic time and she was so excited to
come home and tell us all about her adventure! She met new Japanese friends and
we were excited to host a Japanese student upon her return. Our student was
Miwa, and she formed a fast bond with Kristin!
They spent hours together and it was a sad day when she had to leave. Kristin made time to write letters to Miwa
and send little packages in the mail. It
was always an exciting day when a letter arrived for Kristin all the way from
Japan! Miwa came back to Canada to stay
with us several years later and she has stayed connected to this day. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">When the internet was invented Kristin was THRILLED to
connect over email. She was the techie of our family and has always had the
latest gadgets. In her high school years
she was given a little red camera that she took wherever she went! This was the
birth of a new passion: Photography! Kristin had a gift of capturing everyday
moments on film! You can only imagine how drastically things changed when the
digital camera was invented. She went
from capturing a handful of photos to an armload and what a gift that has
become to her family and friends. (And by armloads I mean dump trucks full!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Over the years when a new invention came along, she
had to have it! We are pretty sure that she owned Abbotsfords first iphone and
it’s still put to good use today!
Kristin was also the first in our family to have a laptop, a DSLR, an
ipod shuffle, and an ipad! Having all these gadgets made recovering from
surgeries, chemo, radiation, and complications a tiny bit easier. She couldn’t get up or go out so it gave her
a way to stay connected. When Kristin didn’t have the energy to speak you could
find her sending a quick text or forwarding a picture of her beloved monkey LaLaLuna
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Kristin was a very gifted student and she was always
on the honour roll. We rarely saw an assignment that didn’t have a giant red A+
on the front! Kori and I longed to have the perfect report cards like Kristin,
but sadly she got all the brains in our family! Only two short weeks ago
Kristin was having a rough time and asked me to talk to her to help distract
her for a moment. I asked her for a
topic, but it was Kristin-style which means I had absolutely no idea what she
was talking about! Instead, I decided to take the opportunity to confess to
Kristin that her writing was so good, that I had ‘borrowed’ some of it back in
grade eight. I needed to write a speech
for English class and it just so happened that she already had a really good
one written the year before! Of course
it was perfect: it was current, already on cue cards, and most importantly within
reach! Kristin NEVER EVER threw anything
out (did I mention that already?) and that was to my advantage. Unfortunately
my teacher knew that I couldn’t write that well, and I was busted! All these
years later Kristin had NO idea, and was shocked when I told her. She was so happy that the teacher had
recognized her writing and she was equally happy that he had failed me for
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Another story about our childhood that comes to mind
is the excitement of knowing that Kristins 16<sup>th</sup> birthday was coming
up and with it…. Her drivers license! We
anticipated ‘cruising’ up and down South Fraser Way with her! Grabbing some
cokes from Mcdonalds! Looking for boys!
It was very short lived as she wanted nothing to do with us and viewed
her license as a ticket to freedom! Anything to get away from us! On a funny
note, one of the first times she drove our parents car, she forgot to put it in
park. The car rolled down the driveway,
hit a planter, and came to rest across the street against the neighbour’s
house! We gave her a hard time about it,
but she learned a lesson and became a very good driver! We were very happy for
her when she bought her first car and she was so proud that she bought and paid
for it with her very own hard earned money!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">A highlight of high school for Kristin was cooking
class!! She couldn’t wait to come home and recreate the recipes that she had
made at school. One day as we drove down
the hill near our house we could hear fire trucks and we joked that Kris was
probably burning down the house with her newly learned cooking skills! There
were no fire trucks in our driveway, but we walked in the door to billowing
smoke and inedible muffins! We shared a good laugh and were sure to tease her about
it for many years to come. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">After Kristin became a wife and mother, we often got
phone calls around the dinner hour asking how to make this or that. Usually her
questions went something like this…. ’I want to make mom’s farmer sausage bean
soup, but I don’t have any beans or farmer sausage. What can I use instead?’ We would laugh and discourage her from making
that recipe and steer her towards a recipe that used the ingredients she had on
hand. Later we would find that she made
the first recipe with totally different ingredients and she was so disappointed
that it didn’t taste like moms!!! I don’t know that she ever found any joy in
cooking or baking but she always did her best to feed her family and never gave
up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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For us it was all about carving sticks, roaming the campsite all day, and
burning things… but for Kristin it was ALWAYS about reading and Fishing!! She
was the one who was up at the crack of dawn to head out on the lake with Dad.
There was often a fish rivalry between her and all of the boys and when we
could hear the boat coming towards us we could tell by the look on her face who
caught the most fish! She never wanted
to come in empty handed! Having said that, she hated actually TOUCHING the fish
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were with climbed up a very steep mountainside.
It was almost vertical and we had nothing to grab onto; no trees, no
shrubs, no tall grass, or roots….nothing.
As tomboys, Kori and I were quick to join the climb. About three feet up
we noticed Kristin standing alone at the bottom and we immediately slid down to
her. If we climbed the hill without her, we would be in trouble... If we climbed the hill with her, we would
not be in trouble…. She rarely if ever got in trouble!!!! The two of us
encouraged her to climb with us and even stayed back with her to get her up the
hill. It never occurred to us that what
goes up must come down. That day we
learned that her fear of heights was very real! Once we got her to the top
there was NO amount of encouragement, bribes, or threats that would get her
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years and Shawn and Kristin bought their first ‘Charlie Brown’ trailer (as she
liked to call it) shortly after they started their family. They quickly outgrew
it and purchased a larger model which they have used many times over. Kristin
loved being all cozy with her family which is a good thing because BC camping
often means being trapped inside. Smores, games, reading, swimming and anything
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learning to ride their bikes without training wheels at that campsite. Kristin loved sitting pool side with her
camera in hand watching Miranda swim for hours. This past July we spent some
time as a family where Kristin surprised us all by doing a ‘Cannon Below’ into
the freezing cold pool. I remember her telling me that one of her favourite
things to do is just float. On that same trip, Kristin spotted a teeny tiny
baby bunny running across the grass and suggested that Kyle catch it for us.
After he caught it, Kristin played show and tell with her new furry friend. She
passed it around so everyone could have a little cuddle. When it ended up back
in Kristin’s hands, she thought that it had peed on her. She flipped it over and exclaimed, ‘EWWWW
GORE’ and remained perfectly calm while everyone else burst into a fit of
laughter! Turns out the little guy had a run in with a lawn mower! This story has brought us all a ridiculous
amount of laughter over the past 7 months. I guess you had to be there!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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enjoyed. She developed a love for
travelling early, and Shawn and Kristin enjoyed many trips together including
Banff, Europe, Nova Scotia, Quebec, New York, Niagra Falls, San Fransisco, San
Diego, and countless weekend get- aways to Whistler, Vancouver, and Victoria. Kristin and Shawn loved travelling as a
family and enjoyed visiting the dinosaurs in Drumheller, Mickey Mouse in Disneyland,
and all the awesome animals of San Diego Zoo! Most recently, our family made
some amazing memories as the 17 of us travelled to Florida for a trip of a
lifetime! We spent two weeks together and it truly was the happiest place on
earth! We enjoyed rides, and shows, and some VIP treatment, and we all enjoyed
eating our way around the parks too!! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is how much she LOVED a party!! She could turn any boring event into a party.
Julia Child once said, ‘A party without cake is just a meeting’, but Kristin actually
lived it! She never showed up empty handed! And she always loved a crowd! She never even watched the superbowl or other
major sporting events but she looked forward to it because she knew there would
be a party somewhere! You knew you would find Kristin wherever friends and family
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knew it! She loved being with her kids, and would often pull them out of school
for a ‘ditch day’ for some one-on-one time! She was so proud of her kids
accomplishments and was their biggest cheerleader! She encouraged them to dream
far beyond their own expectations, and then taught them to reach for those dreams!
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to Kristin but also very hard to do with four kids under foot! It often meant
taking advantage of short drives and a quick coffee or tea together. Kristin
absolutely loved going out on a date ~just the two of them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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friends, and would never just say ‘let’s get together’, instead she always made
a point of choosing a date, a time and a location to meet up for a chat over a ‘TALL
VANILLA CHAI TEA LATTE WITH TWO PUMPS MOCHA NO WHIP’! She didn’t ever want to miss an opportunity
to spend time with her family or friends, or even to make some new
friends. Kristin wrote on one of her
scrapbook pages ‘Life is way too short to miss the awesome ordinary everyday
stuff! She really did have a way of making that awesome ordinary every day
stuff feel SO important! She celebrated everyday life!! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br />Our special
redhead, Kristin Lorraine, was born on Feb 24th, 1972, to her very proud parents
Jerry & Evelyn</span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 14pt;">
</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Templeton. She
was as cute as a button and perfect in every way! She was affectionately
referred to as a 'Little Lamb' as she had the cutest little baaa when she laughed!
She captured strangers' hearts with the twinkle in her eye and ALWAYS a smile on
her face. A year and a half later, in 1973, she had to share her stage when she
became the proud big sister to Kori & Keri. She was thrilled to have two
little babies to love!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br />In her early years she loved camping and fishing, especially at the river! Kristin always looked forward to the next fishing trip
with family & friends; whether it was Saturday at the river or a week or two
at a lake somewhere in BC. Some of her proudest moments were showing all the
boys (and men) in the group that she had once again caught the biggest fish!!!
When she wasn't fishing, she had a book in her hand and you could find her in a
quiet spot trying desperately to read without her pesky sisters interrupting
her! School came easily to Kristin and she actually ENJOYED studying! In high
school she travelled to Japan on an exchange program and she dreamed of going
back again one day. Kristin had no interest in sports,<span style="color: #1f497d;"> </span>so<span style="color: #1f497d;"> </span>she surprised us all when she announced that she was the
new manager of the Abby Senior boys' basketball team!!!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Kristin had a great big
personality and we were less surprised when she got involved in drama both at
church and school. After her graduation in 1990, from Abby Senior, she followed
her dream of becoming a teacher and enrolled in the University of the Fraser
Valley ... and thus began her CAREER as a student! When people asked 'what are
you studying?' her sisters were quick to reply for her... BOYS!!!<br />Little did
she know that God had that special someone waiting for her and she no longer
needed to study boys at the university! Her studies got serious and so did her
relationship with Shawn. </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">On November 5th, 1994, she became the loving wife
to Shawn and was thrilled to be called 'Mrs. Erickson'. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Shawn surprised Kristin
with a romantic honeymoon in snowy Banff, and this would become the first of
their many adventures traveling together. Home was a cute little house that
Kristin and Shawn bought with Keri and Dave. It was a perfect starter home and a
special bonding time for Kristin when her first niece Alanna arrived. She spent
many hours loving on Alanna, but it was soon time to move on. After a brief time
in a little apartment, Kristin and Shawn bought their first home together on
Moss Court, in Abbotsford. Kristin continued
to work as a waitress while going to school, and graduated with her Bachelor of
Arts degree from</span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 14pt;"> SFU through</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> the University of the Fraser Valley in June of 1997. Since
Shawn also graduated at the same time, a month long celebration trip to Europe
was planned where they visited family in Finland and England, while also
traveling to Germany, Switzerland and Italy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Upon
their return, Kristin filled an administrative position here at Abbotsford
Pentecostal Assembly, and she excitedly anticipated the birth of her first child.
She spent the months leading up to the birth planning the fall fun fair for the
church. She didn't want to miss</span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 14pt;">
</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">it after all of the hard work she had put in, but her contractions started while working at the goldfish tank!! She NEVER
wanted to leave a party early and stayed until the end! Her precious son, Kyle
Bradley, made a grand entrance the next morning on November 2nd, 1998. It was love
at first sight, and of course she was thrilled that he had her signature red
hair! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Three years later Kristin was over the moon when she called to announce
that we would have a Christmas baby to cuddle! Once again, Kristin didn't want
to miss a party and she almost had an unplanned home birth as she gathered with
the Templeton family to celebrate Christmas! Kristin was thrilled to introduce
her beautiful Christmas gift, Miranda Joy Noel, on December 23, 2001. Later on,
Kristin decided that she was ready for school again and enrolled in counseling
courses at Trinity Western University. While balancing married life, two small
children, and her courses, she learned that her family was growing again.</span><br />
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second precious son, Braden Templeton, was born on November 25, 2004. Kristin was a
proud mommy and was thrilled to show off her crew! We all thought she was a
little crazy when they packed up and moved to Chilliwack only two months later.
Kristin made friends wherever she went and found a new love; the school PAC!!!
She was VERY passionate about her kids and their education! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">In 2006, they packed
up their three kids and moved back to Abbotsford, where Kristin once again found
joy in being part of the school community. She eventually became the PAC
president at Dunach Elementary, and if you would lend her your ear she would talk
for hours about what she was most passionate about.<br /><br />Nobody was surprised
when Kristin announced that baby number 4, another winter baby to cuddle,
was on his way! A little charmer, Connor Dean, was born
on December 2nd, 2006. Kristin's mothering style was extremely unique and she
had no idea that God was using her to prepare her children for the journey
ahead. <br /><br />Kristin was only weeks away from completing her last full
semester in the Library and Information Technology program at UFV, when she was
diagnosed with cancer.<br />Since Kristin's circle of friends and family grew so
large over the years, she blogged her cancer journey in an effort to keep
everyone informed. She was 'good-overwhelmed' (as she often said) of the love
and support flowing in, and she needed a way to let everyone know how things were
going without leaving anyone out. It wasn't long before family, friends and
strangers were captured by her authentic emotions; displaying her courage,
faith, and hope, and always leaning on God in all circumstances. <span style="color: #1f497d;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Kristin left us all too soon on February
9th, 2014, at 2:30 in the afternoon, with her loving husband, parents, sisters and
brother-in-laws by her side. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">A few days before leaving us, she whispered her
last words, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">'I love you.... I have Jesus in my heart'.</span>Keri's Collage...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253233657155221919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-89733243752856645192014-02-17T21:14:00.003-08:002014-02-18T08:35:18.661-08:00Obituary<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>ERICKSON, Kristin Lorraine</b></div>
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<b>(Templeton)</b></div>
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Kristin Lorraine Erickson</div>
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passed peacefully</div>
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into the presence of her</div>
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Lord and Saviour on Sunday</div>
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February 9th after a courageous</div>
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battle with cancer.</div>
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Our special redhead Kristin</div>
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was born on Feb. 24th, 1972.</div>
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She was raised in Abbotsford</div>
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by her parents Jerry & Evelyn</div>
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Templeton and became</div>
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a proud big sister to Kori &</div>
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Keri in 1973.</div>
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Family and friends meant the</div>
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world to Kristin. In her early</div>
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years she loved camping and</div>
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fishing (especially at the river!),</div>
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reading and studying,</div>
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she traveled to Japan on an</div>
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exchange program, managed</div>
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the Abby Senior boys basketball</div>
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team and eventually</div>
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got involved in drama both</div>
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at school and church. After</div>
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graduation in 1990, she received</div>
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her Bachelor of Arts</div>
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degree at SFU through UFV and </div>
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continued her studies in counselling </div>
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at TWU. On November 5th,</div>
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1994, she became the loving</div>
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wife to Shawn Erickson.</div>
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Eventually they expanded</div>
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their family with her most</div>
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proud accomplishments,</div>
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her children: Kyle, Miranda,</div>
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Braden and Connor. </div>
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She was</div>
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only weeks away from </div>
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completing her last full semester</div>
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in the Library and Information</div>
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Technology program</div>
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at UFV, when she was diagnosed</div>
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with cancer.</div>
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Kristin blogged her journey</div>
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and it wasn’t long before</div>
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family, friends and strangers</div>
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were captured by her authentic</div>
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emotions; displaying her</div>
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courage, faith, and hope, and</div>
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always leaning on God for</div>
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strength. </div>
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www.canadiankristinconnected.</div>
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blogspot.ca</div>
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Kristin will be greatly missed</div>
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by her husband Shawn, her children Kyle, </div>
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Miranda, Braden and Connor.<br />
Parents Jerry & Evelyn Templeton, </div>
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sisters Kori Unrau (Roger), </div>
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Keri Jones (David), In-laws </div>
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Carl & Wiffy Erickson,</div>
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Brother-In-Law Ryan</div>
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Erickson (Meg), Nieces &</div>
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Nephews Karli and Blake Unrau</div>
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and Alanna, Vanessa and</div>
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Curtis Jones. She will also</div>
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be missed by her Grandma</div>
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Mary Martens and many beloved</div>
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Aunts, Uncles, Cousins</div>
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and friends.</div>
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Funeral Service 2:00 pm, </div>
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February 14, 2014 at</div>
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Abbotsford Pentecostal Assembly.</div>
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In lieu of flowers, please</div>
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make a donation to the CLCC</div>
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Benevolence fund at Kristin’s request. </div>
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(Christian Life</div>
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Community Church: 35131</div>
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Straiton Road, Abbotsford</div>
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BC, V2S 7Z1)</div>
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the important little details of the day. We couldn't have done it without
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Keri's Collage...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253233657155221919noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-62391772783537577402014-02-12T20:45:00.001-08:002014-02-12T22:13:56.772-08:00Kristin Erickson Memorial Fund<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWm53qH7xWV9rBaYcVheNVirC2Xf3KHhymCmdGqLPvgEOBMsWAW1uwHbYyS64D9OE48p_MEXp6oD5B_WObX9PKqiNl1Gcjf8j_NvoSbmzKKr8G-RwrjpChImYpIKy1A2OgoJvDnJhudSe/s640/blogger-image-476757094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWm53qH7xWV9rBaYcVheNVirC2Xf3KHhymCmdGqLPvgEOBMsWAW1uwHbYyS64D9OE48p_MEXp6oD5B_WObX9PKqiNl1Gcjf8j_NvoSbmzKKr8G-RwrjpChImYpIKy1A2OgoJvDnJhudSe/s640/blogger-image-476757094.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Kristin's amazing friends have set up a Memorial Fund to take care of Kristin's Kids.<br><br>
If you've been thinking you would like to do something for the family and don't know what...<br><br><b>
please consider donating:<br></b><br>
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<a href="http://www.youcaring.com/memorial-fundraiser/kristin-erickson-memorial-fund/138198">Kristin Erickson Memorial Fund | Memorial/Funeral - YouCaring.com</a><br><br>
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Funds can also be mailed:<br><br>
pay to Kristin Erickson Memorial Fund<br><br>
c/o Dwayne Stewart<br><br>
1-30435 Progressive Way<br><br>
Abbotsford BC<br><br>
V2T 6Z1Keri's Collage...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253233657155221919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-72488213114260848982014-02-11T12:29:00.001-08:002014-02-11T13:35:12.379-08:00Funeral<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTAuoCvCYi27lOXVX2GTHJbJ_CK1DwkgSloBE0emMeNZzMEkfPz4045bHAAWx2sycmlITbz7nedMtyKdOeMQ182Af2Ny-SVQhpZYgi-DHHHi3gjm1khi4mBTV1pdhNmu7IdlP_X1Du0bg/s640/blogger-image-984050711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTAuoCvCYi27lOXVX2GTHJbJ_CK1DwkgSloBE0emMeNZzMEkfPz4045bHAAWx2sycmlITbz7nedMtyKdOeMQ182Af2Ny-SVQhpZYgi-DHHHi3gjm1khi4mBTV1pdhNmu7IdlP_X1Du0bg/s640/blogger-image-984050711.jpg"></a></div>Please join our family as we</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><b>Celebrate Kristin's life </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">on February 14, 2014 at 2:00pm</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Light tea to follow</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">At Abbotsford Pentecostal Assembly </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">3145 Gladwin Rd</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Abbotsford BC</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to the CLCC or APA Benevolence fund at Kristin's request. Our family has been extremely blessed and supported by these church families and we would love for them to continue to bless others in difficult situations. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Cheques payable to:</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Christian Life Community Church</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">35131 Straiton Road</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Abbotsford BC V2S 7Z1</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Abbotsford Pentecostal Assembly </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">3145 Gladwin Rd</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Abbotsford BC</span></div></div><div><br></div>Kori's Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15463247080432312162noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-24886717280291190362014-02-10T12:50:00.001-08:002014-02-10T13:02:23.449-08:00Then Sings My Soul<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSW0SzfHzGchPDo59GVUN5W85uOq31ELOIfa9nE13h3MgBphylslVLa7hbh9k9ymNug_ekBXV3fSPhae690Kqqtr-vGfbhFMF-d1RwQkbu03cYQsTiDmtI8xukPC7x9ax8WJOxolDWOxk/s640/blogger-image-375936635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSW0SzfHzGchPDo59GVUN5W85uOq31ELOIfa9nE13h3MgBphylslVLa7hbh9k9ymNug_ekBXV3fSPhae690Kqqtr-vGfbhFMF-d1RwQkbu03cYQsTiDmtI8xukPC7x9ax8WJOxolDWOxk/s640/blogger-image-375936635.jpg"></a></div><br></div>We feel incredibly blessed for the Support, Love and Prayers pouring in as we share this heartbreaking news.<div><br></div><div><b>Kristin slipped peacefully into the arms of her Lord and Savior yesterday, Sunday February 9th at 2:30pm.</b></div><div><br></div><div>Your love, prayers and encouragement gave Kristin the strength and courage to face each day of this journey. We feel that Kristin was able to reach out to Jesus because she knew her family would continue to be taken care of.</div><div><br></div><div>Please continue to pray for Kristin's husband Shawn and their 4 beautiful children.</div><div><br></div><div>Shawn has requested no visits at this time but please feel free to continue sharing and posting on this blog.</div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i><b>Knowing what I know about Heaven...</b></i></div><div><div style="border: 0px none; margin: 0px 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I bet the trumpets played,</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And the angels sang every sweet refrain of Amazing Grace.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And that heaven’s hands opened up the gate,</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And the children danced when they saw your face.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As happy as they were to see you coming,</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I was just as sad to have to watch you go.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Knowing what I know about heaven,</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Believing that you’re all the way home.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Knowing that you’re somewhere better,</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Is all I need to let you go.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I could hope that I could pray you back,</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But why on earth would I do that.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When you’re somewhere life and love never ends,</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Knowing what I know about heaven.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Where every single voice makes a joyful noise,</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">How sweet the sound when the saints rejoice.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">To every broken heart and every wounded soul,</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">New life begins on streets of gold.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Where every tear is raining here from my eyes,</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I know the sun is shining where you are.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">(Lyrics by Sarah Darling)</span></div></div></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><b>Funeral details will be posted here as soon as they become available.</b> </div>Kori's Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15463247080432312162noreply@blogger.com79tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-40911252611924693322014-02-09T10:12:00.001-08:002014-02-09T10:24:45.116-08:00A Year Ago Today<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2WCnBIRriuCtApyHIhZgbvSlkVgg8l91ABJELAMjlRDouGUMpF-t2zIceU5s5IWW5_-FXX94ArUF7qKWMDk441bATSjg1qnKlzsBO93-y1jRcwWzoh04_hlDeNWVVhMLV3eVO8gIVRgp/s640/blogger-image--82210889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2WCnBIRriuCtApyHIhZgbvSlkVgg8l91ABJELAMjlRDouGUMpF-t2zIceU5s5IWW5_-FXX94ArUF7qKWMDk441bATSjg1qnKlzsBO93-y1jRcwWzoh04_hlDeNWVVhMLV3eVO8gIVRgp/s640/blogger-image--82210889.jpg"></a></div>A year ago today we surrounded Kristin's hospital bed in the ER where doctors told her she had a blood clot in her jugular. The doctors said that people don't survive this, and gave us very little hope. Kristin was very sick and very weak and she said to the doctor <b>"My God is bigger than this"</b> to which the doctor replied <b>"Yes He is"</b>. Our family (as well as friends, church family & blog readers!!) surrounded her with love and prayer and she walked out of the hospital 11 days later!<div>We've had a year of peaks and valleys, made tons of memories <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">together, laughed & loved.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Today we surround her bed and ask for another miracle! <b>Our God is bigger than this!!</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><b><br></b></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><i>"But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.</i></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><i>We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed."</i></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><i>2 Corinthians 4:7-9</i></font></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><b><br></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><b>(Attached picture is from one of Kristin's scrapbook pages)</b></span></div>Kori's Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15463247080432312162noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-64957735169400429612014-02-08T13:38:00.001-08:002014-02-08T14:41:56.221-08:00Breathing in His Grace<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4UDopVlFuhmoF2Ae-dYgU40LMyYQIUH3EWodyjEWmKRp-Z2nXaUZsTlwBcqJmmPQTg1LYVubjDiqbwuC3IAvoKuS81AQedPyM-XggyIY3cudY8yfjyVesfxQSaQcEiwnNklPjtCTHWL6k/s640/blogger-image--600380166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4UDopVlFuhmoF2Ae-dYgU40LMyYQIUH3EWodyjEWmKRp-Z2nXaUZsTlwBcqJmmPQTg1LYVubjDiqbwuC3IAvoKuS81AQedPyM-XggyIY3cudY8yfjyVesfxQSaQcEiwnNklPjtCTHWL6k/s640/blogger-image--600380166.jpg"></a></div><br></div>I AM ABOVE ALL THINGS: your problems, your pain, and the swirling events in this everchanging world. When you behold My Face, you rise above circumstances and rest with Me in heavenly realms. <b>This is the way of Peace, living in the light of My Presence. </b><div>I guarantee that you will always have problems in this life, <i>but they must not become your focus. </i></div><div>When you feel yourself sinking in the sea of circumstances, say<i> "Help me, Jesus!" </i>and I will draw you back to Me. If you have to say that thousands of times daily, don't be discouraged. I know your weakness, and <i>I meet you in that very place. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div>~ Jesus Calling, Feb 8</div><div><br></div><div>Kristin has spent the last few days sleeping comfortably. She is no longer able to communicate with us but we have taken many moments to tell her how much we love her. On Thursday we played the song 'Never Once' by Matt Redmond. The Lyrics say "Never once have we ever walked alone, Never once did you leave us on our own" ... Kristin stirred for a moment as if she was saying to us 'Yes, Thank you Jesus for walking with me and walking with my family'.</div><div>We continue to put our focus on Jesus. He promised He wouldn't leave us or foresake us, and He hasn't. Through our tears we say <i>Help us Jesus</i>, through the many blessings we have experienced on this journey we say <i> Thank you Jesus!</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div>Please continue to lift Kristin up in your prayers and ask for complete healing. As said best by her littlest, </div><div>"Jesus don't let mommy die, </div><div>if you can't do these things we Trust you Jesus, </div><div>we know that you love us. </div><div>Amen."</div><div><br></div><div>Please also continue to pray for the family, especially Shawn and the kids. </div><div><br></div><div>Kristin would say, stop and take a minute to listen to this song. Housecleaning and tv watching can wait...</div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=722zPX1npcA&sns=em</span></div><div><div style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br><br></div></div>Kori's Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15463247080432312162noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-53214630049290924462014-02-05T11:22:00.001-08:002014-02-05T11:25:42.744-08:00Jesus In My Heart<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi25HTM8wHBwHLy3GwmBsNbBjnnoyfE2JN6cbOXvPUu1nhvMx1BppBtRRv7n1bYTht9tYbYxJXSN8qZUk8F9ItWfl1VtzkE3uPXMjShFEtVKcwNkdspIQK76ovethXZo9FH59YN7wZZTeo7/s640/blogger-image-1230467123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi25HTM8wHBwHLy3GwmBsNbBjnnoyfE2JN6cbOXvPUu1nhvMx1BppBtRRv7n1bYTht9tYbYxJXSN8qZUk8F9ItWfl1VtzkE3uPXMjShFEtVKcwNkdspIQK76ovethXZo9FH59YN7wZZTeo7/s640/blogger-image-1230467123.jpg"></a></div><br></div>With the help of medication and your many prayers, Kristin is resting comfortably. The nurses and doctors have been amazing with Kristin, and they are trying their best to keep her as comfortable as possible. They have been amazingly supportive to each of us.<div><br><div>Her awake time and communication is very minimal so again we ask that there be no visitors. </div><div><br></div><div> Yesterday Shawn, her Parents and sisters were able to gather around her bedside while she prayed for them, her family and her friends, naming them one by one. At the end of her prayer she reminded us that she has Jesus in Her Heart. A tearful moment but one that brings great Peace. Her body and voice are weak but her heart bursts with her Love for The Lord and her Family.<div><br></div><div>Thank you for continuing to leave encouraging memories and messages. We enjoy reading them and sharing some of them with Kristin in the quiet of her room. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div></div></div>Kori's Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15463247080432312162noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-84816951194838348432014-02-03T09:49:00.001-08:002014-02-03T09:49:35.822-08:00Reminder:<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VhC2cysI3aZUoaoCGLdVHpEEA3qdxlG2fKANEqjWEmmgpgUD6Ve1zjXcOuqSfW19CwgsQo9EsNuAqan5FNqQac0A_uzEMzQRu3AncnaMjgZqzCNU95iSTZgr1rP1UKhmiv7BotTH2yEy/s640/blogger-image-114002136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VhC2cysI3aZUoaoCGLdVHpEEA3qdxlG2fKANEqjWEmmgpgUD6Ve1zjXcOuqSfW19CwgsQo9EsNuAqan5FNqQac0A_uzEMzQRu3AncnaMjgZqzCNU95iSTZgr1rP1UKhmiv7BotTH2yEy/s640/blogger-image-114002136.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div>Out of respect for Kristin and the great love she has for her family we are requesting<b> NO visitors</b>. <div>She is reserving all of her energy for Shawn and the kids.</div><div><br></div><div>Please continue to leave your loving comments for her and her family on this blog. We are so grateful for all the <b>Prayers, Love </b>& <b>Support</b>!</div>Kori's Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15463247080432312162noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-20891424236568835702014-02-02T13:01:00.001-08:002014-02-02T14:56:10.318-08:00His Strength is PerfectOn Saturday February 1st Kristin gathered her children around her with her husband by her side to share with them the words she didn't want to share... She wouldn't be going home.<div><br><div>It was a devestating moment but in true Kristin fashion, after 4 weeks of pain and limited communication she mustered the energy and strength to Mother her kids with love the way she has done for 15 years.<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> She told the kids that over the next day or two, or if she goes to heaven to be with Jesus, that they should feel free to express themselves as they feel they need to...yell, stomp, cry, etc. but when done, through memories, family and God's love they need to find JOY, LOVE and PEACE. Trust and love each other...family is so important. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Grandma and Grandpa joined them around this time to offer love and support. Everyone calmed down and Kristin reminded the kids that We are Family- Your Grandmas & Grandpas, your Aunties & Uncles and your Cousins will always be there for you. Mommy doesn't want to share this with you but she has to tell you this so you can be strong! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Eventually Kristin asked the nurse for help, she wanted the kids to be able to be closer to her. The nurse brought in a cot tight to her bed so the kids could climb up on it to hug or snuggle. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Each of her children climbed on the bed with her, hugged and kissed her while exchanging words of how much they loved each other. Her most important point was that they remain strong in The Lord, Trust in Jesus and NEVER lose their faith!</span></div><div><br></div><div>She prayed the most beautiful and encouraging prayer over each of her kids seperatley and then collectively. Shawn agreed thanking Jesus along the way.</div><div><br></div><div>As the day went on we all were able to share special moments with Kris. Mom and Dad had time alone with her in the morning. Later in the day <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Mom prayed over Kristin, Keri and Kori. This was a special moment that we will cherish always. </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Shawn's parents, brother & sister-in-law also shared some time together and Kristin prayed the most beautiful prayer over them as well.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Kristin shared some special thoughts with her brother-in-laws Dave & Roger. Once again Kristin managed to help each of us through yet another difficult day in a way only she could. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Our family has found God's "strength for all things". One of the verses Kristin has often quoted is Phil 4:13...I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It was a difficult day filled with many tears but our Faith remains. We have Peace and we have Hope for tomorrow. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">"...weeping may endure for a night, but JOY cometh in the morning." ~ Psalm 30:5</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose." ~ Romans 8:38</span></div><div><br></div><div>Thank you for your continued prayers of healing for our dear Kristin.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1cZYFxBhsbFE6LvvBH9Fn7CLkTKFbp-GOccufwGJow-y2GPmy9SA2RQ5QjkNwID203gKmtGG6ZMKBJd4-uv2O6spwSo-JzC0pj9VtiU6F9DP6yZDu_MAFMKaUYNEVNElFG9KpERDWA6F/s640/blogger-image-2073106625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1cZYFxBhsbFE6LvvBH9Fn7CLkTKFbp-GOccufwGJow-y2GPmy9SA2RQ5QjkNwID203gKmtGG6ZMKBJd4-uv2O6spwSo-JzC0pj9VtiU6F9DP6yZDu_MAFMKaUYNEVNElFG9KpERDWA6F/s640/blogger-image-2073106625.jpg"></a></div></div>Kori's Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15463247080432312162noreply@blogger.com76tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-6527696904168714142014-01-29T16:36:00.001-08:002014-01-29T18:07:18.037-08:00Prayer Reminder:To all who have committed to pray tonight...<b> THANK YOU!! </b>The thought of so many people lifting Kristin up tonight at one time is overwhelmingly AWESOME! <div><br></div><div>Just a reminder, this prayer is in your own home (friends house, walk etc) <b>NOT</b> at the hospital. </div><div><br></div><div>We have chosen <b>6:30pm-7:30pm</b> <b>tonight</b>, but if that time doesn't work for you please feel free to continue praying any time!</div><div><br></div><div>Your comments mean the world to our family, sorry to those who have tried commenting and have been unsuccessful. Blogger has been very fussy! My only suggestion is to try choosing <i>anonymous</i> and leave your name in the comment message.</div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgusYVR5UBOOEMoIS4FSsZuYgEzbtwSKLWeu7yVTk8SPwO3o_gWbOM8bb7B7YFNVnpUPxf6Zc3qf489g6UyGj_PSGLEusl_rzmfRCHdjuwk_W6hlpWjrp3ON74EHTqpu07VBc0BndmEPQ89/s640/blogger-image-2028244627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgusYVR5UBOOEMoIS4FSsZuYgEzbtwSKLWeu7yVTk8SPwO3o_gWbOM8bb7B7YFNVnpUPxf6Zc3qf489g6UyGj_PSGLEusl_rzmfRCHdjuwk_W6hlpWjrp3ON74EHTqpu07VBc0BndmEPQ89/s640/blogger-image-2028244627.jpg"></a></div>Kori's Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15463247080432312162noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062480994865756683.post-19398501058180502322014-01-28T18:42:00.001-08:002014-01-28T20:41:08.217-08:00Hour of Prayer<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrquhvi76q0uYS5O_4t0zT_84lPUdvYz-o8hnlchwhkB_SRI6I0Wn5tR8QPgySX3RoKU0RlwJiNur7ROQ3SKjLESVdVhw7WJt52a4xXb5sQybvoWNS8GzIx32b6MaA0YDbT6fa6TxGbfJ/s640/blogger-image--1527680520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrquhvi76q0uYS5O_4t0zT_84lPUdvYz-o8hnlchwhkB_SRI6I0Wn5tR8QPgySX3RoKU0RlwJiNur7ROQ3SKjLESVdVhw7WJt52a4xXb5sQybvoWNS8GzIx32b6MaA0YDbT6fa6TxGbfJ/s640/blogger-image--1527680520.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Today is day 24 of Kristin's hospital stay. Can you please join us in prayer for these specific needs:<div><br><div>• Continued discernment for the Doctors and Nurses (who have been amazing!!). Kristin's health is very complicated, and has required extra care.</div><div>• A decrease in muscle spasms and pain!</div><div>• For Kristin's appetite to return and energy to eat.</div></div><div>• For improved mobility.</div><div>• For Shawn & Kristin's kids as they continue to adjust to Mommy being in the hospital. </div><div>• Health and strength for Shawn and kids, Grandparents and siblings.</div><div>• For Shawn as he is being stretched between Home, Hospital and Work.</div><div>• A MIRACLE... Complete Healing!!</div><div><br></div><div><i><b>An hour of Prayer...</b></i></div><div>It would be great if we could all gather in Kristin's room to pray. Unfortunately that is not possible. <b>Instead</b>, we are asking everyone who is willing to set aside some time <b>WEDNESDAY JAN 29th </b>between<b> 6:30pm-7:30pm </b>to<b> </b>pray<b> </b>specifically for Kristin. <b>** In your own homes **</b></div><div><br></div><div>"For where two or three are gathered in My name, there am I among them."</div><div>- Matthew 18:20</div><div><br></div><div>* Gather with your friends * Care Group * Family * or go on a Prayer walk * find a quiet spot alone * on your knees or on the couch! * </div><div><br></div><div>Kristin has said on this blog many times "your prayers have blanketed us in Peace".</div><div>It's so great to be a part of a <i>family</i> who is willing to hold up Kristin and each of us in prayer.</div><div><br></div><div><i>Thank you!</i></div><div>~ Kristin's Family</div><div><br></div>Kori's Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15463247080432312162noreply@blogger.com30