Tuesday, August 28, 2012


I dreamt about you last night. you were alive, but not... hard to explain. i held you.. you would wiggle, but not breathe. it was strange. you looked perfect. I couldnt understand why others didnt think this was normal and ok. we were visiting las vegas and i was in the relief society room of the ward that i grew up in. a few ladies held you too.
I havent dreamt about you in a while, so i woke up happy. I didnt want it to end.
I went to the temple the other day, and felt you near. that hasnt happened before.
your brothers pray for you daily. especially case. yesterday i heard case say to camden i miss kyndal dont you camden?
i am so glad they remember you and maybe you are in their dreams too.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012


Every night when Case says the prayer before we go to bed, he prays for his sister Kyndal. It reminds me that she is not forgotten. He blesses her in heaven. It makes my mother heart happy.
A few weeks before Christmas, we were setting up the Christmas tree and getting out the ornaments given to us by many thoughtful friends for Kyndal. I set up a tree for the kids so they could put their own ornaments on the tree. As we pulled out the angel framed pictures of Kyndal, Camden began to be sad. He cried for two hours. sobbing, missing his sister. It broke our hearts. We comforted him, and let him look at her album of pictures of her. We told him it was ok to be sad.
We went about a week ago to her grave to put Valentine balloons and a stuffed owl. We enjoy going to see her there. It saddens us each time there is a new mound of fresh dirt, visible of another loss.
We love and miss you Kyndal. each of us