Showing posts with label Brian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brian. Show all posts

Sunday, November 6, 2011

How the Boys are Doing

Well, it's been over two months since Brian passed away. Things are still fresh for the sons he left behind, although things are improving. The last couple of weeks have felt a little better and I'm seeing more normal days for the kids. For quite awhile there, just about every day was a struggle. School is still challenging for my boys some days. It can feel like too much for them at times. But we perservere and do the best we can. I'm proud of the way they're handling things. It's hard to watch them hurt so much though.

The boys are in counseling now. I've looked into grief groups for kids and there's a great one here in the Valley, but because of the way they do orientations we won't be able to take advantage of it before we move. I'll find them something in Boise.

Shortly after Brian passed away, a friend gave us a copy of the book Tear Soup.






It's a magnificent illustrated children's book about the grieving process, which my boys have read again and again. I highly recommend it for grieving children of any age. If you want to see the review I wrote about this book for Summit Series for Families, go here. I share a personal experience we've had with this book on my America Jane site. You can read about the boys' favorite part of Tear Soup here.

I also purchased three Angelcatcher books, which are journals/memory books for the kids to make to help remember their dad.






It has pages for filling in memories, the lost loved one's favorite things, wishes, feelings, etc. I wasn't sure if the kids would like that or not, but they do and John says it helps.

Because there's not a lot of room for photos in the Angelcatcher book, I also bought them little photo albums for pictures of their dad. We just barely got those and haven't yet begun the process of sorting through photos. If anyone has pictures of Brian and/or Brian and the boys they want to share, please let me know.





The change in my children's lives and the magnitude of their loss will manifest itself at random times and in sometimes unexpected ways. When we were making haunted cookie houses for Halloween, John made this:





It says: "RIP for Dad"

Little acts like this seem to help the boys. They do what they can to remember him.


On November 1, John learned about the Day of the Dead (Dia de los Muertos) in school. This is when you make a little memorial for the person who died, with their favorite foods and flowers. Then there's traditional elements like salt and candles. It's meant to be a celebration, and not a sad thing.




John decided he wanted to do this for his dad and he was really excited about it. So we scraped our plans for the evening (including homework) and went to the store to gather all Brian's favorite items. We cleared off the top of the entertainment center and assembled a feast. We had dinner in celebration of Brian: brauts, hot dogs, chips, shrimp. Mmmm.













So, that's where we are. The holidays are coming and we talk together about how to make them easier. John actually came up with a great idea for Halloween. For the first time we decorated the car for Trunk or Treat. The kids had a great time with that. Actually, that entire weekend was a lot of fun, although trick or treating was hard for John because he was missing his dad. But overall it was a good holiday, in large part because of John's idea. We'll see what we can come up with for future holidays.

It's hard to know what to do for my boys sometimes. When Brian and I divorced, I felt like I knew what to do to guide my kids through that trial, because I'd been through it myself as a child. I knew how they felt. I could relate.

This is different. I really have no idea what they're going through, other than what I'm reading or have been told. I don't know how it feels for them. That makes it difficult for me as a mother. But I trust that the Lord is mindful of them, and me, and that we'll get through this day by day, week by week, year by year.

It takes a very long time to heal from something like this, but I have hope that they will. For all of you who have given so much love and support to the boys (and myself) over the past two months, thank you so much.



Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Funeral Services for Brian Scott Cook





Most of you are probably aware that Brian passed away unexpectedly Saturday evening. His family, his children, myself, and his friends are all grieving this loss. It's been difficult, but we all feel the love and support of family, friends, and the Lord. The boys are doing well, considering. It will be a hard adjustment for them which will take time, but I have confidence in them and know they will be okay.

I wanted to share funeral details for anyone who doesn't already have them.


Viewing and Funeral Services for Brian Scott Cook

Viewing will be
Friday, August 26
6-8 pm
Bunker's Garden Chapel
33 N. Centennial Way
Mesa, AZ 85201

Viewing again on
Saturday, August 27
9-10 am
Held at the LDS Chapel on Southern, west of Stapley
940 E. Southern Ave
Mesa, AZ 85207

Funeral Services
Saturday, August 27
10-11 am

Graveside Service
Immediately following the funeral
Mesa Cemetery
1212 N. Center St.
Mesa, AZ 85201
Open to all

Luncheon immediately following
Back at the chapel
Open to all.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

An Unprecedented Event

I just have to share this, as a footnote to my aunt and uncle's visit. My husband does not like cats. Like, at all. He's not cruel to animals of course, but he manages to communicate to the cats he knows that he'd prefer they just stay away. And they do.


For some reason, he's been very tolerant of mom's new kitty, Socks. For those of you who know my husband, you'll understand how shocked I was to see this:




A cat curled up next to my husband, sound asleep, and my husband allowing it. In our 17 years of marriage, I've never seen this.
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This is more the Brian I know:




LOL!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

One More Little Note...

There are many things I love about my husband, including the fact that he's a fantastic father, but for this year's birthday post, I just want to talk about my sweetheart. I love the times we're able to spend alone together. As I look back over the years, those are some of my sweetest memories. We've had fun times together, whether vacationing in Chicago or staying in the tiny Arizona town of Show Low. Some of my favorite memories are the times we'd explore a new town by randomly driving all over. We'd get to an intersection, and Brian would ask "left, right, or straight?" We never knew where we'd end up and we didn't care, as long as we were going there together. Inevitably, we'd end up fantasizing about doing that cross country in an RV one day. We'd imagine that he'd come to an intersection on the interstate and ask "left, right, or straight?" Hmmm, Oklahoma or Louisiana?? How fun!

I really don't want this to be another sappy birthday post, but I do want to say that I'm grateful for my sweetheart and the love he's given me over the years. I've loved loving him too, and I look forward to the years to come. He truly is a wonderful person. Each year that goes by only strengthens my feeling that come what may, it's okay with me as long as we're traveling the road together.

One day, babe, it'll be you and me in an RV. I can't wait! :)

Happy Birthday honey.

My Favorite Thing About My Dad...


In their own words...
John: "I love that he's a good father and that he teaches me a lot of things and helps me in scouts. My favorite memory about dad is when I was a baby, and he showed me around our apartment. For example, he said, 'Look John, this is the refrigerator.' That makes me feel really happy. I just want to wish you a Happy Birthday Dad."


Ben: "I like it when you pull me by the shirt and pull me towards you to tell me what to do [Note for blog readers: this is a game they play]. I like it when you make hot dogs. My favorite memory is when you played with me. I love you Daddy. Happy Birthday Daddy. Have a great day! Good bye!"


Chris: "My favorite thing about my dad is that he teaches me sounds and he loves me. I love it when Dad carries me with one hand. I like that he gives us fireworks. I love you Dad and Happy Birthday."


Happy Birthday Dad!!!!! :)

Monday, September 15, 2008

Brian's Pig


Years and years and years ago, back when Brian was finishing up culinary school, he was given the opportunity to restart a restaurant inside the Lexington hotel in downtown Phoenix. The old restaurant had been closed down and was being refurbished by the owners. Brian was hired as Executive Chef and got to plan everything for the new restaurant, from establishing the menu to selecting the salt shakers (we bought an extra set for ourselves and still use them).

As I was going through old pictures, looking in vain for the soon-to-be-described pig, I found a bunch of pictures he took of their menu items. Honey, I'm hungry. Consider my order placed for the following items:




Thank you.

Anyway, one day Brian was taking a walk through the old restaurant while it was still being stripped down and refurbished. They were tossing a lot of junk, including one huge ceramic pig wearing a chef's outfit. Imagine those plain ceramic figurines you can buy at craft stores to paint, but a couple of feet tall. It was dirty, unpainted, and, well, a pig. Brian instantly fell in love with this pig - don't ask me why - and brought it home with him - don't ask me why.

Despite my dismay at our new "decoration," he made it clear that he loved the pig and intended to keep it. I made it clear it was never going to occupy any area of our home where people might actually see it. It lived on our back porch for many years. Periodically I'd point out the new dirt it had been collecting and suggest we pitch it, but he was adament. The pig stayed.

Can I just interrupt my narrative long enough to say that Brian is so rarely "adament" about anything. He's one of the most easy-going guys I know. What, I ask you, was the deal with this pig???

Anyway, about two years ago, he talked to my mom about having her paint it. They discussed what he wanted done and off she went with the pig. He was nervous. I was relieved. (Afterall, the blasted pig was gone, even if only temporarily.)

Brian waited. And waited. And waited. Every few months he would remind my mom about the pig, and they would talk again about what he wanted. They seemed to be discussing the same things each time, which always made him nervous about whether or not she'd remember exactly how he wanted it.

At last, at long last, just when he was ready to take the pig back unpainted and say "nevermind," she shows up one day and it's done!

Behold the glorious pig:






Check out that tail, hee hee.

If you can't tell, Brian really likes it. Me too. That's something I could actually live with in my kitchen. If only we could figure out where to put it.

Well, maybe in two more years...

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Seventeen Years of Marriage!

I can't believe Brian and I have been married for 17 years today! Are we really that old? Course, we were pretty young to start with. Here we are 17 years ago:





We were such babies! Okay, okay, for the record I was 17. That means I've now been married half my life. Crazy! Anyway, this picture was taken after the reception. I had changed out of my wedding dress (obviously) and we were getting ready to go out and get rice thrown at us. Brian had given me a kiss and his Aunt Brenda (who took our wedding pictures) said, "Do that again." We held this for awhile as she fiddled with the camera. Right as she took the picture Brian mumbled through his smile, "Take the picture." LOL. So I think of that every time I look at this. I love this picture.

You know, after so many years together, I almost have too many thoughts to organize into anything cohesive. I'm happy we've made it this far. I'm amazed at all the life experiences we've shared together, and I wonder what still lies ahead of us. We're no longer the naive kids we started out to be, heading off to Illinois with no job and (as we would soon discover) no place to live. Back then, things like that didn't scare us in the least, because we believed nothing could go wrong and we were just happy to be together.

Now that we're older and wiser (you know, a tiny bit wiser) we look at the future with joy and hope, but also with a better understanding of what kinds of trials life can throw at you. Sometimes the future is scary (particularly as we worry over our children), but even though we no longer believe nothing can go wrong, after all this time we're still just happy to be together. "For better or for worse" has an entirely different meaning now than it did 17 years ago. It isn't a vague notion you struggle to grasp. We've lived it, and will continue to live it. No matter what the future brings, no matter what joys and what sorrows, we'll face it together, side by side.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

I truly love my husband. Brian is caring, affectionate, patient, understanding, considerate, funny, intelligent, cheerful... I could go on. He always remembers to show appreciation for what I do and never complains if the house gets too messy. I feel like his concern for me is always in the front of his mind. He never makes me feel rushed if I want to spend the afternoon at the bookstore or go out for yogurt with my friends. He supports me in everything I do, whether that means getting off work early and watching the kids so I can teach Art Masterpiece, or encouraging me and assuring me he doesn't mind if I spent hours each day scribbling away at a novel. We're deep friends, and our favorite thing to do together is still just to talk. Whenever we resolve to go to bed earlier and get the proper amount of sleep, always our biggest hurdle is stopping our conversation instead of going on for another hour. Brian is a good provider and embraces his role as a father, actively striving to raise these boys into confident, righteous young men. He honors his priesthood and does what he should to keep the Lord in our marriage and in our home. I'm so grateful for that.

I don't know what the next 17 years will bring, but I know that as long as we turn to the Lord and face them together, there will always be joy in our hearts. Happy Anniversary Sweetheart.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Brian's New Office... almost!

Brian's company is building a new office for the Phoenix branch, something I've been hearing about for months now. Brian's had a heavy hand in the whole thing, from picking the location to laying out the offices to getting bids for phone service. The warehouse will be three times as big as the location they have now, and I think the office space is expanding by even more than that. Even though everyone will be glad when the move is over, the whole thing has been pretty exciting. The other day the kids and I drove down to have lunch with Brian and go take a tour.

We got to drive straight into the warehouse to park. I don't know why, but I thought that was cool. :) The warehouse is too big for me to get it all in one shot, but here's most of it:




Brian showed us each room (I think this is the breakroom below, with freshly-laid tile) and the kids were excited about everything they saw. Even the bathrooms. But I didn't take pictures of those. :)

This is the new dispatch office, with a window leading to the warehouse. Not quite four years ago, Brian started as a dispatcher. Two years later he had worked his way up to Operations Manager. But not that I'm bragging on him. ;)

The highlight of the tour was Brian's new office. Check out those windows! This is slightly bigger than his old office, and has more in the window department too.

Thanks to a mistake by the builders, Brian's office is actually a little bit bigger than the GM's office. It was not supposed to be that way. As soon as Brian found out about it, he was going to have the builder fix it even though it meant moving a wall. His boss, ever the sport, said not to bother because he doesn't care. But he knows Brian feels badly, so he's been having fun teasing him about it. :)

Here, Brian is showing us how the warehouse is going to be divided and organized - also his arena.

Okay, here's the bonus. See the big bay doors here?

The warehouse has a total of 7 bay doors. The two on each end you can drive into the way we did with our van. The middle three, the closed doors in this picture, are deep bays for semis to back into. This is a feature their current warehouse doesn't have, so Brian had fun showing us this next part.

He had John pull on a chain to get this metal section to raise up.

Then he had John stand on it to try to get it to go back down again:

John wasn't heavy enough, so Brian had to help him with his foot. It went down FAST!!

John didn't mind though:


Ben tried to lift the panel too, but wasn't strong enough, so Brian and John took turns raising and lowering it over and over again. The kids all thought this was great. It took a little persuasion, but before we left we finally convinced Ben and Chris to get on it so they could ride it down too. Once they were there, they were feeling pretty brave!



And the other side...


Not as much fun. :)

Friday, August 1, 2008

Brian's Fish

The day we were set to leave, Brian decided to get up extra early and go fishing by himself. Look what he brought back!



I think this was literally the highlight of his trip! When he was telling me about catching it, I was soooo wishing I could have seen his reaction!



Course, the next step is cleaning it, and Brian taught John how to do this. Sorry if this grosses anyone out, but look at all the eggs in this thing!


Brian put the eggs in the fire, and when they burned they'd pop! It was cool!




Anyway, here are a couple of shots of John's first time cleaning a fish (all the boys were fascinated, can you tell?):




Ta-da!



The chef of the house got John liking fish LONG ago, so these two really enjoyed having fish for breakfast!

Sunday, May 25, 2008

All because of gas prices....

Brian commutes into Phoenix for work. For several months now I've been trying to get him to sell his Suburban for something a little more economical. But he LOVES his Suburban and wants it for camping, so there was no budging him. One day he said we should get a third car for him to drive to work, saying we'd be saving enough in gas to make it worth it. I thought that was completely ridiculous. How is owning three cars going to be cheaper than owning two? So I told him to do some research on insurance costs, etc and run the numbers. I expected that would put an end to this crazy idea.

Guess what?

Owning three cars would be significantly cheaper than two (at least these two). So we decided to use settlement money from a fender bender Brian was in last fall, and a little bit of our economic stimulus money to go buy a car. Friday night and Saturday morning we scoured Craigslist and found a car that looked like a good match. In North Phoenix.

We loaded up the kids and drove to Cave Creek and Peoria to look at it. The outside was okay, but the inside was just too beat up. So we decided to pass. Meanwhile there was another car in north Phoenix somewhere, but we didn't know where exactly. We sent the guy an email and decided to find a place to wait for his response.

We drove down Central (don't you love Central??) and ended up at the Heard Museum. We didn't go in, but just hung around on the grounds. I really like it there. It's so peaceful and pretty and has interesting art to look at.




(They had two HUGE cotton plants in their garden; they were almost as tall as me. I've never seen them so big. I've also never seen flowers on a cotton plant before. Isn't it pretty? Above the flower you can see the busted open pods from the cotton.)



(Now why don't WE have a garden wall that looks like this? Course, we don't have a garden either...)





Even their benches are cool.



(My next words were: "Ben get down from there!")




One of the coolest things about the grounds here is this amphitheatre. The sidewalk goes around in a spiral to the center. My kids thought that was a blast. They must have ran up and down that spiral a dozen times.







Course, what's a hill for if not to roll down?



Brian and I took a more sensible route. The grass looked so soft and inviting that I had to take off my sandles and stand in it. Then I impulsively took this picture:


I sense a new blog tradition coming on. I've decided we need to take a trip to the beach so I can post a picture of my foot in the water. Don't you think that's a justifiable expense? Do you think I'll be able to persuade Brian? Hee hee.


We ended up lying in that soft grass looking up at a beautiful overcast sky. (This weather is a gift straight from heaven, isn't it?) We never heard from the guy though, so after maybe an hour we headed back home.


We drove around a few used car lots close to our house, but didn't see anything good. So we went home worn out and disappointed. This was around 4, I think. About an hour later Brian found another listing for a car right here in Mesa. So we loaded everyone up, again, and went to check it out.


This time, we have a winner! Check out Brian's new car.



It gets a sweet 33 MPG on the highway. Oh yeah baby...