Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Mentioning you always gets the girls to pay attention

I miss you Wohwita.  It's a shame that no one has posted here in so long, and that I have posted hardly anything (or nothing?), so I thought I would post a little bit today.  Sometimes when I see Autumn I am reminded of you.  I occasionally call Autumn "Laura" and Prairie "Lindsey", and it's funny when I catch myself doing it. 

Autumn has your same big, beautiful eyes, and I often find her in quiet reflection, which you did a lot.  Though Prairie isn't as good as you were, she still does some pretty good accents at times (but who could be as good as you at accents?).  I still remember how hard you laughed when Katie, your roommate at college, did her Russian impression of the "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?", and how you made her do it for us after you did your own accent.  And Zephyr is really ticklish under his chin, and I think of you when I tickle him, and of the funny sound you used to make (like you were choking) when we would do it. 

But I also remember how you would wait for someone to yawn and then karate chop them between the lips when their mouth was open widest.  Man, we hated that!

Last night the girls were talking about a theoretical future kid (we hope to have at least one more eventually), and they said how sad it was that you wouldn't get to know them.  We reminded them that you are probably playing with that kid in Heaven right now, and that made them smile. 

Emily has learned to play "The Luckiest" on the piano, but she laments that she has to use sheet music, and talks about how talented you were at playing songs from memory because of how much you practiced. 

We all miss you.  Prairie still gets sad whenever someone mentions your name, but the therapy she had helped a lot, so she doesn't get really sad like she used to.

The other night Prairie got really upset over something and was really mad at me, and I offered her Froggy Butts as an olive branch.  She at first rejected it (she always rejects everything when she is mad), but within a couple of minutes she had calmed down and asked for the blanket.  I knew that something connected to you would help her calm down a lot faster than usual.

Whenver I mention you I can get the girls to calm down or pay attention, especially when I tell them a way in which they remind me of you.  They love that.

We still pray for you and hope you are OK and learning all that you need to learn, and that you feel peace.
Love you,
Ben

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

SNOTFACE!

Hey punk. I've been thinking about you a lot. Just missing you!

Love,
Snotface

(you know people still call me that because of you? GOSH!)

Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Cheeseburger Song

We got netflix a while ago and we've been trying to interest Silas is shows other than "Spongebob" because frankly I can't stand that show! So I looked up kids movies and saw a veggietales show today. Silas is watching it right now and it reminded me of Laura singing "The Cheeseburger Song" in her Scottish voice. :) No one could belt it like Laura. And she could always remember all the words to the veggietales songs, too! Just a funny memory that I thought of today.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Giggling Girls

Last weekend we had Audi, Zephyr and Hanna stay with us while Ben and Em were out of town. Watching Hanna and Audi play together and stay up late giggling reminded me of when Laura and I were younger and we would sneak into each other rooms/beds and stay up late paughing about whatever silly thing little girls laugh about. Dad would get frustrated because we weren't as quiet or sneaky as we liked to think we were and we'd keep him up when he had to go to work in the morning. He'd stomp down the hallway and open the door and say, "If you girls can't be quiet and go to sleep I'm going to make you sleep in different rooms!"

Of course we didn't want to get in trouble so when we heard Dad moving around one of us would say, "Quick! Pretend you're asleep!" And hurriedly "fall asleep," adding in a soft snore to ensure fooling Dad.

Or, because I was never any good at stifling a laugh, Laura would whisper, "Laugh into the pillow!" and shove a pillow over my face. Later I always swore Laura was just trying to get rid of me with the pillow bit, but at the time it only made me laugh harder. :)

I also thought about how Laura and I would drag our mattresses into the living room and stay up late (well, she would stay up late, and get mad because I always fell asleep halfway through the first movie) watching movies.

I miss those nights, but I'm so greatful for all of those great memories! I Love you, Laura!

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Music

I'm not an accomplished singer, by any means. I do miss singing Ben Fold's "The Luckiest" while having Laura accompanying me. And I miss listening Mom sing a song about the temple (I don't recall the title) while having Laura accompany her. Laura, you were an accomplished pianist. I could never get an accurate read on just how much natural talent you had (a great deal, I suspect) because what I did observe was how hard you worked and how diligent you were about practicing. It was always a little magical when you would start learning a new piece of music for me to listen to the transformation as you mastered the intricacies of something that at the beginning was just a little beyond your current skill level. It never took very long, of course, before your skills expanded. I remember how nervous you would get at piano recitals, even though you always played spectacularly and rarely made any miscues. I never could figure out a way to get you to relax, not worry about any wrong notes, and enjoy performing. Being a perfectionist sucks so much joy out of life, even though it can produce great results. I'm sorry I don't have recordings of your music to listen to now. I really miss hearing you play. Thank goodness I have the memories of your playing with all your heart and soul. I'm sorry I could never prevail upon you to sing with me in church. But I'm glad for the times we sat next to one another in meetings and harmonized as we sang hymns. Music remains my favorite part of worship and I feel you close when I sing. But I miss hearing your part and how good you could make me sound. Thanks for the magic. Love, Dad

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

April Fools

Lindsey reminded me recently of a time that Laura surprised me on April 1 by putting clear plastic wrap over the toilet. When I woke up and went to the bathroom, I was met with a very unexpected surprise that woke me right up! Apparently Laura was waiting in the living room waiting to hear noises emerging from the bathroom. When I charged into the living room to catch the culprit, it was obvious who was to blame because Laura was doubled over with laughter to the point she couldn't breathe. Lindsey tells me I pulled Laura by her feet into the bathroom and demanded that she do the cleaning up. Lindsey, my memory of this isn't as clear as yours. So I'm counting on you to weigh in with additional details or to correct any mistakes. Laura was not the only April Fools culprit. Every single year Lindsey would put a rubber band around the sprayer on the kitchen sink. When I went in for a glass of water during the night or in the morning, I would turn on the tap only to be shocked awake by an unwelcome shower. Lindsey's other little trick was to fill the sugar bowl with salt. As if breakfast cereal didn't already have enough sodium, Lindsey made sure we had an awful surprise to start the day.

Friday, February 11, 2011

February 11

Happy Birthday, Laura.

Remember how mad at me you would get when I repeatedly confused the date of your birthday (11th) with the date of my anniversary (12th)? I don't know why I couldn't keep your birthday straight, especially when my anniversary wasn't until July.

You would have been 25 years old today ... just getting started in life.

I wish I could celebrate this quarter-century milestone with you. Instead, I'll be having a piece of dark chocolate in your honor.

All my love,
Dad

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

I've been thinking about you a lot lately, Laur. I miss you. It's funny how sometimes I still have this urge to call you about something out of the blue. Or I can't remember which movie this one line was from and I want to get on facebook to ask you. I don't know if I'll ever get over that.

We went to the temple for you while Mom and Dad were here. Of course Dustin and I got lost and there was tons of drama and we ended up making everyone have to stay for a later session. When everyone was trying so hard to make sure everyone else was calm I imagined you rolling your eyes and yelling, "Shut it, all of ye!" You always knew how to handle the Oviatt family functions. :)

I love you.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

I miss you, Laur. Sometimes I get so mad when I think of you and what happened that I can hardly stand it, but then I remind myself that you must have thought there was no other way. It doesn't stop hurting, but then I'll remember something great, like calling you the night Dustin first told me he loved me and we screamed together on the phone. I wish I could talk to you about how scared I am to have another baby. We really drifted those last few months, didn't we? I missed you but I was angry, too. I think you must have felt the same way.

You really did a number on us, leaving the way you did. Sometimes it still doesn't seem real. I just miss you a lot. I want to tell you how much I love you, I hope you already know. I hope you're able to look in on us every once in a while. You're probably busy, but I think you'd get a kick out of Silas. He's a brat and you'd love him. Sometimes he gets this mischeivious grin on his face that completely reminds me of you.

I really love you, Tohrkey.

~Snotface

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

One year later

Laura, you left a hole in my heart that does not heal. I am surrounded with reminders of you, many pleasant and a few painful. As we sort through our flooded belongings I continue to find some of your things that I had forgotten or sometimes didn't know about. Each triggers a memory and, occasionally, a smile.

As recently as this week I had correspondence with some of your friends and former roommates, who I believe love and miss you nearly as much as I do. How I wish you could have realized the many ways in which you touched and influenced the lives of others.

Your Utah siblings met tonight for a dinner in your honor. They called us from the restaurant so we could be connected for a few minutes. Some people sent flowers to Mom and me today, others called, and some close friends visited ... all thinking of us and remembering you.

Mom and I bought chocolate to celebrate your biggest vice. I got the real stuff, the dark chocolate you liked so much. I ate some and placed the remainder next to your urn. If it turns up missing I'll know you figured out a way to make it disappear.

Love,
Poopa