To Embrace the Future...."Letting Go"

Letting go can be difficult.  Every day we let go of something; people, ideas, expectations, desires, bad habits, and so on.

As I begin this post, I am reminded of when our son, Scott, was in college. During one of my one-on-one visits he said to me, "Mom it isn't the stages of life that are difficult, it is the transition from one to another that is difficult."  For him, he was referring to when he went off to college and metaphorically didn't have time for "mama" when I called to talk.  Then after a couple years, he was calling me and I was busy with my daily routines and not always available.  And so life goes.
As I struggled with our children leaving home, I remember Denny telling me that I had to "let go" of them and they would return with a greater understanding of life, faith, hope, love and family.

Letting go is a transition.  It is not one I have never embraced willingly and always found a bit painful; whether it was a good thing to let go or a hurt that never healed.  I think I am somewhere in the middle of that "letting go transition".

As Dennis said to me when I shared my anger at what was happening to our lives as a result of the dementia, "Lin we can't live our lives in anger and bitterness.  I have had a good life, a great life, and I will continue to do so until the Lord calls me home."  Now I can echo to my life partner, "I too have had a good life.  And it was in my relationship with God and Dennis that I learned to let go of childhood hurts, self-doubt, and negative thoughts of myself -- that it became a great life!"

Every day, every moment provides a chance for us to re-invent who we are; to shrug off baggage (grief for me) and open ourselves to the possibilities in our future and take action to move in that direction with faith, hope and love.

Intellectually this is a given and easy to understand -- "knowing it and living it" are two different things.

God's timing is everything!  This morning I read something I want to share.  
"10 Tips to Let Go of the Past & Embrace the Future" by Cat O'Connor

1) Meditate: Find stillness, breathe. Meditation is action.  Our mind is much harder to still than our body.  Our lives are busy and fast paced, filled with external noise and distractions.  Clarity comes from quiet.
2) Understand: Take time to reflect on your own history as a third party lookin in without judgment; simple observe. Understand that you are not your past.  Knowing and understanding your past and some of your patterns will help you to recognize why you hold on and repeat self-destructive behaviors.  Understanding creates awareness; awareness helps you break the cycle.
3) Accept:  Accept your history and the people that have been a part of your history; accept your cirumstances that none of these define you.  Acceptance is the first step to letting go and setting yourself free.  
4) Empty your cup:  Consciously and actively work at letting go of your story; your judgments and ideals, the material things, all your stuff.  They have no real value.  They do not make you stronger, healthier or more powerful, and belief in them is a delusion.  Pour out your expectations of how, who, where and what you should be as theym, too, are part of a story that is holding you back from simply being.  Once you let go of this story and "empty your cup", your life purpose will open up and flow.  
5) Align:  Take a time to write down ; your core beliefs; your life goals; and the actions that you are taking to pursue those goals. Determine whether or not these align with your goals and actions.  
6) Flex:  It may seem paradoxical to detach from outcomes, yet set goals and work toward them.  But if you are flexible -- that is willing to let go of the end result --- aligning your goals and true purpose with the greater good is righteous action.  Be flexible; all the path to unfold as it will, opening up to opportunities.  Flex and flow with the current life.
7) Contribute:  Offereing a smile to someone as you pass, opening a door, dropping of some food at the foodbank, helping a neighbor; these simple actions can have lasting impact and help you to put your situation into perspective.  Contributing to the well-being of others is the best way to align with your true self.
8) Believe in yourself:  Believe in your purpose.  Believe that the universe is unfolding as it should and that you have a divine roll to play.  Believe that holding on does nothing in fact but hold you back from that purpose.
9) Love the process: Have fun. Be playful, cheerful and positive.  Give power to positivity.  Love yourself, love others and love this life.  It is a gift to unwrap each and every day, to gaze upon with new and excited eyes.
10) Be grateful.  Be True:  Once you have taken all these actions, just BE

To these tips, I give an absolute Amen!  Thank you Lord for this message.

I have always thought letting go related to pain, sorrow and/or grief.  On a simple basis, some of this is like shopping for new clothes. After 65 years of shopping ... if you never "let go" of the older clothes, your closet is a total disaster.  Silly I know to think of it that way but that is where I am.  It is time to sort through the closets of my heart to determine what needs to be passed on or put aside--- and what I need to help me embrace the future with faith, hope and love.

Scott had no idea his words would give me strength in my final chapters of life. Sondra has taught me how important it is to be present for your children and parents. She walked the path of dementia with Dennis and I for ten years.   If we listen\watch our grown children carefully, we will find God's influence in their words of wisdom and the way they live their lives.  We will see their values --- and smile.  Denny was right!  Letting go of our kids was God's plan for their lives.  They have never left so letting go was simply part of the plan.

I am determined ---The negative side effects of grief are no longer my "burden" to carry.  Letting go will only make me stronger. By letting go, I am one step closer to being the person God has planned for me to be.  It is time I have fun, be playful, cheerful and positive.  It is time to believe in myself and know my own strength of character.  This awareness comes with continued faith, hope and love.  I am blessed!

Another Celebration of Life

When my brother, Milt, passed away December 3, 2012, it was his wish to have no funeral service.  Instead he wanted the family to gather in the summer for a celebration of life at Scott County Park where he and Robin were married.  So it was that his two daughters, Heather (35) and Angela (11) along with my sister-in-law Robin planned a celebration of life.

June 22 was a beautiful day at the Park.  There was a nice breeze and it was great fun pulling together all the last minute preparations. Milt wanted family to come together for fun, laughter, pranks, music, stories from the past and all that makes loved ones smile.

Immediate family members ordered shirts that said "Forever Strong 117" with a picture below with Milt in his stock car.  Other than faith and family -- racing was Milt's passion.  That passion started when he was no more than 10 years old and our dad, Richard Moorman was a crew chief for Lee Shannon (DJ at KSTT).  Racing was a family affair always

We had a large gathering of family (minus my two children Scott and Sondra and Doug's son Greg).  Friends from racing and friends of the family were also in attendance.  In all we had about 50 people who were there to celebrate a life well-lived. On that day, we all clearly understood why Milt's request involved this celebration.  Funerals will always carry a certain amount of sadness that cannot be denied.  Our family is large, rowdy, crazy, funny and full of jokesters.

Milt's racing friends surprised everyone by bring this race car to the park that day.  When the car pulled up there were private tears by many.  The site of that car brought about quiet hugs, soft tears and much love.  Milt was "with us in that gesture".
Our brother Doug and his friend Teddy had planned the surpise as a gesture to keep his legacy alive and with us on that day.  But only with the entry of that car did anyone seem sad.  We all miss "my little brother" (53 when he passed).  But  no one could deny he fought the great of his life trying to battle the colon cancer.


As with any family gathering, there was an abundance of delicious food.  Robin made sure she prepared and provided all of Milt's favorite foods.  Anita (my sister) even cooked bacon at the park because Milt loved bacon when he went camping.  Potato salad, baked beans, mac and cheese, meat balls, etc could have fed an army.

Amber, Angela, Abby, Anita, Kimberly 

Richard Mallette, Heather Easton

After eating there were the silly photo opts.  Richard (nephew) practiced jumping in front of the girls. That picture took a few takes to get it right.  Richard and Heather (left) have a friendly cousin discussion.


Then of course the girls had to get in the scene.  It was time for the guys to line up and the girls to do the jumping.  You can clearly see this "matriarch" oldest sibling was coordinating and taking pics.  No jumping for this lady.

Travis, John, Richard, Brian, Sean and Ryan (fellas)

And the added bonus for Robin was having her sister from Montana visiting to join in our celebration.  She is now our adopted sister. The more the merrier has been our motto.  Milt was instrumental in finding Robin's siblings on the Internet about a year before he passed away.  They were reunited after years of seperation.


This blog has been dedicated to what I have learned about faith, hope and love.  When our folks were alive, sadly there was considerable rivalry for parent attention and meaningless conflicts.  The folks would say "after we are gone, there won't be a family".  Well folks -- your family here on earth is alive and well. We have  pulled together knowing the best way to honor your love and teachings is to spend time together.  With faith we can all look beyond our obvious differences.  With hope we gather when any one of us is facing a life/health crisis.  And with love, we have a new awareness that our time here on earth is limited.  We know to hug, say "I love you", and spend time together.  I believe we have made you proud!  (Richard Moorman RIP 2-14-86)  (Lorraine Moorman RIP 12-3-98)

Thank you Lord for helping us discover what is most important! Some folks say, "We don't pick our families.  We pick our friends."  I don't think we are meant to pick our family.  Within our family we learn many lessons about life that carry into our personal lives.  And the lesson that may be most important is compassion.  WE ARE A FAMILY!  We are blessed.

Evolution of love ...

"Love:  It's a simple word that has a vast meaning. Love can mean compassion, uncensored and true, living in the moment. Love can be unconditional and unprotected and vulnerable, which is a scary place to be, a place most of us choose not to be. But it is this place of love that holds the meaning of life for us here. The reason we're put here is to receive those precious gifts of love from the Lord all around us. At times we lose those gifts just to remind us that we're not here to place judgment, hold bad feelings, get lost in our own needs, but to extend or surpass our own boundaries and give love. For in the end, that's all we have."

 Not sure where I found this passage but it carried a message that gave me reason to reflect.  We love our parents, our siblings, our friends, our jobs, our hobbies, our significant others, and our Heavenly Father.  The word love has so many meanings.

 I remember about 20 years ago when I met my birth father how he would say "I love you!"  It bothered me because I knew he wanted me to say I loved him back- and I couldn't.  In talking about this with Dennis, he listened quietly then said, "but you do love him just not as a father"! Sounded crazy to me as I rejected the thought.  Then Den went on to talk about how we can love even total strangers -- by God's design!  Eventually I was able to give him a hug and tell him I loved him.  After all he was God's child and without him my place here in time would not have happened.

The morning of Denny's death, I remember giving him a goodbye kiss then stepping back to look at his lifeless body.  In that moment, I had a profound understanding of what the bible means when it speaks of body as being a vessel.  the vessel is what we relate to visually and physically with touch and sound.  The essence of who we are is our soul.  I remembered reading a quote, "We are not a body with a soul but a soul with a body!"  Truly the man I loved dearly had left for eternal life long before that morning.  Those past 2-3 years we were caring for a disease. These words would sound strange to my children. After all, their dad was still playful and loving. But his relationship with me, his wife, was childlike.  He always knew I was someone special and smiled when he saw me coming. But everything that made him my husband had disappeared.

Almost two years later, I have had time to reflect, read, pray and open my heart to better understand love.  Did I lose Denny's love at death?  I don't think so!  Sure I couldn't touch, feel or see him --- but I felt him. Now when he comes to me in dreams or a song or a prayer-- it is a sweet reminder of youth, young love, passion, lust, committment and hearts dedicated to Christ.

Love with your spouse is spiritual! True love connects to the very core of your being and who you are. Dennis was a compassionate and gentle man. Throughout our years together it hurt him to see me cry. When I think of his love for me, I know I wasn't the only one crying these past few years. Both our hearts were broken. I remember his response to my anger about what was happening with the disease. He reminded me we could not live life with anger or bitterness.  He went on to say, "I am okay Lin! I have had a good life..a great life and I will continue to do so til God calls me home."  It has taken me all this time to understand that he was telling me how I should live the remainder of my life when he was gone. Our spiritual connection far surpassed the delightful connections of physical intimacy.

Through this journey of life I have been blessed! Many have reminded me how few people experience a love like ours. My own daughter told me one day, " I would give anything to have a man love me -- like dad loved you!"  And I all I could respond was "I do too!"

Faith, hope and love ---- never underestimate their ability to carry you through the darkest of times. They can also breathe life into a soul that longs to love and be loved again. What that looks like or how that will manifest itself  in my life remains to be seen. 

The Dennis L Shippey Aquatic Center

Below you will find the description of the new Aquatic Center .....

The Dennis Shippey Aquatic Center

at Veterans Memorial Stadium

Pasadena Independent School District

Pasadena, Texas

The Dennis Shippey Aquatic Center is a new building designed by cre8 Architects to be located at the existing Pasadena ISD Veterans Memorial Sports Complex site in Pasadena, Texas.  The 24,000 sffacility will serve as the competition swimming and diving pool for the District’s aquatic athletics department.  The 37-meter pool will allow the District to host both high school level swimming and diving competitions simultaneously.

cre8’s design of the aquatic center incorporates large, glass overhead sectional doors, which are similar to garage-door-type doors, on the north and south elevations of the building to allow the facility to be opened to the adjacent grassy yards on each side to accommodate the public and the athletes. Riser seating is also provided on the interior for spectators.

cre8’s team designed the building to take advantage of the geographical position of the site by orientingits long sides facing North and South to maximize daylight and reduce heat gain.  The orientation of the building also allows for the southeastern winds from the Gulf Coast to flow through the opened overhead doors thereby providing natural ventilation of the pool area. This is accomplished by a “chimney effect”that allows for the hot air to rise and exit through the louvers on the roof cupola, while side operable louvers and glass overhead sectional doors allow for air to come in and create cross ventilation.

cre8’s team chose materials for the aquatic center to complement the existing buildings at the Veterans Memorial Complex site, and in consideration of the corrosive nature of an aquatic facility.  An exposed,glued-laminated structure system is used for its timeless aesthetic expression as well as structural support of the building.  The building is clad with decorative concrete masonry units that have a stone-like quality.  All of the interior walls are epoxy painted concrete masonry units which prohibits the growth of mold due to the nature of the facility,

The Dennis Shippey Aquatic Center also has support areas including a main lobby area, public restrooms, a weight room, and dressing rooms with showers.

Contacts:

cre8 Architects

Bayardo Selva, AIA, LEED-AP, CDT​​bayardo.selva@cre8houston.com​

Roger Brownlow, AIA, CCS​​​roger.brownlow@cre8houston.com

3815 Montrose Boulevard, Suite 123, Houston, Texas 77006

713.526.2738

www.cre8houston.com

Honoring the Legacy

Legacy Honored by PISD

On May 28, 2013, the Pasadena Independent School District with a unanimous vote announced they would name the new Aquatic Center in honor of Dennis Shippey.  If you have been reading any of my blog you know that the last 10 years of Denny’s life, he faced the challenges of dementia.  This honor is testimony that the board gave careful consideration of the letters, emails and personal conversations recommending this decision.

The biographical sketch that accompanied the request was as follows: 

Personal Profile

• Teacher/Coach/Aquatic Coordinator 1976-2004
• Married (Linda Shippey) teacher and retired Assistant Principal/teacher PISD
• Children (Scott and Sondra) both graduates of Sam Rayburn High School and Texas A&M
• Scott Shippey All American (swimming) for PISD
• Swimming Scholarship Texas A&M

Educational Profile

• Davenport West High School (Iowa) ‘65
• State Champion and All American (swimming)
• Athletic Hall of Fame for Iowa (high school swimming) ‘96
• Worked in special program to teach swimming to children with disabilities
• Eastern New Mexico University ’69 (Bachelor’s Health/Physical Education)
• NAIA All American swimmer
• University of Northern Iowa  ’73 (Master’s Health/Physical Education)
• Graduate assistant physical education
• Assistant Swimming and Diving Coach

Military Profile

• United States Army drafted ‘69
• 101^st Airborne (Viet Nam) Artillery specialist

Professional Profile

• PISD teacher/coach August ’76- July ‘04
• Swim Coach Boys and Girls ’76- ‘04
• Aquatic Coordinator (last 15 yrs with district)
• Coach of the Year for both girls and boys swimming

Community Profile

• Coordinator of summer swim programs in Sagemont and Sageglen Community
• Administrator of summer swim programs for PISD
• Head Coach of  Southbelt Area Summer League swim team

Achievements/Accomplishments after the 2002 diagnosis of Alzheimer’s

• National Championships (swimming) for US Masters
• National Championships (swimming) for YMCA
• National Championships (swimming) for Senior Games
• 2007 Theron Pickle Lifetime Achievement Award presented by TISCA (Texas Swim Coaches Association)
• 2011 Texas Senior Games Hall of Fame (first swimmer inducted)
• Top 5 in the World FINA rankings (breaststroke) 2008-2009

Background

With small children in tow, we moved to Pasadena in 1976 leaving both our family and friends.  We were high school sweethearts and loved our home in the Quad Cities but the opportunity to Coach swimming in Texas was more than inviting – it was an answer to prayer because Dennis did not have a coaching job at the time. 

For me this was a ‘no brainer’ decision.  We would go where my husband could follow his dreams.  I never had any idea how homesick I would be once we got settled.  Dennis was welcomed as a ‘hero’ to the Sagemont/Dobie community.  He was absolutely blessed every day doing what he loved most – coaching.  On the contrary, while he was busy coaching (with long hours), I was at home with two little ones (and no friends).  There was a phone on the wall but no one to call.  And back then there wasn’t a budget for long distance calls except for special occasions. 

Dennis was sensitive to the fact I was so homesick.  He suggested getting involved with church activities which did help.  But in time, it was his suggestion that I attend college at $4 a semester hour.  At first it was just a couple of courses on the evenings when he was home.  Then once both the kids were in school full time, I attended college full time.

I give you that background because being a coach’s wife is a bit of challenge in having quality family time other than Sunday’s.  And even on Sunday’s, he would tell me he needed to run check on the pool (for Monday swimmers) and would be right back.  I remember being irritated at times, thinking to myself.. “why can’t someone else do that?”  In the end, it was his dedication and selfless giving of time that will be his legacy.

With this announcement, there is great humility and pride knowing how blessed I was to spend my adult life with a humble, hard-working man who was deserving of honor and respect.  He truly was an inspiration and mentor to many!  The board's decision demonstrated their consideration of all that was presented and the history of swimming from 1976.

It was faith that brought us to Pasadena - hope that kept us here -- and love that prevailed.

Wedding of Tears: The gift

The Wedding of Tears

It has been several years since I last attended a wedding.   Recently, a dear friend invited me to attend her granddaughter’s wedding.  I wrestled a bit thinking of what good excuse I might have for not attending.  After all, I would not know anyone except my friend and I would have no escort.  But with her constant inquiries … was I coming.  I made the commitment to attend.

This was a small wedding in a quaint little sanctuary nestled in a wooded area.  (Just driving up to the church, I had thoughts of when I was a child and attend small rural church services.)  It was a beautiful spring day and my thoughts of this young couple uniting in marriage – made me smile. 

Well from the time I walked into the sanctuary, I saw a group of young men standing at the front of church chatting.  It took my breath away to see them all in uniform.  A man in uniform just brings me to “tears” just knowing the commitment they are making for our country.  So before I ever laid eyes on any ladies in the bridal team, my heart was filled with tears of joy seeing these young men stand together. 

As we all sat waiting for the service to start, I listened carefully to the pianist and the music that was selected to welcome guests.  There were songs of love and commitment.  It was nice to hear the music and be reminded of my own wedding and the years I spent with Dennis as his wife.  I smiled thinking how these two young people had no idea what was in store for their lives but I did know they were in love.  They were about to start a journey of life that neither of them (nor any of us) can fully grasp. 

And finally, the processional began with attendants and the bride.  Everyone was beautiful but no one more so than the bride.  The flower girls were delighted with their pretty dresses and all the attention.  But when the bride entered … all eyes were focused on her.  Again, tears of joy fell softly down my cheek.  (I couldn’t help but wonder where all the years had gone.  I couldn’t help but remember the day I walked down the aisle knowing that Dennis was there to meet me and I would become his wife.)

When the ceremony was over, there was idle conversation while waiting for the bridal party to leave the sanctuary.  It was in that time, I heard the story of the groom.  Five years previous, he had been married to the bride’s best friend.  On one fall afternoon the groom got word that his father had passed away.  While he and his wife were traveling to make the arrangements – there was a tragic accident and the wife was killed.  So on this one day, this same groom had lost his father and his wife.  So on this day of the wedding I was attending, the groom married his deceased wife’s best friend.  All I could think was how God has a way of healing sorrows and leading us to paths of living in faith and hope for the future.

Then at the reception, I was talking with my friend and her daughter.  It was then that I asked if the groom had siblings.  They said he did indeed but they were unable to attend.  But they added that the couple who sat on the grooms side in the front – were the parents of his first wife.  His parents were both deceased.  In fact the man who did a reading during the service was the father of the deceased wife.  The new bride was like a daughter to them.

As the story unfolded, my heart rejoiced in the glory of our Father’s healing hands.  Any tears I had were not of sorrow (not even reflecting on my own wedding) --- but tears of pure joy.  What I am learning about faith, hope and love continues to comfort and encourage me.  What I am learning is that life goes on and love surrounds us in even the darkest of times.  We must embrace God’s will and His ability to strengthen our relationships with those around us.

Tears of joy were my gift that day:  the uniformed officers, the beautiful bride, the loving parents of the first wife and a great friend who wanted me to join her family in this celebration of matrimony – never knowing what a gift it would be.   

Understanding Our Elders

Understanding Our Elders

Recently I have been thinking about my elders.  In particular, I have thought about my mother, grandmother and aunts.  As a little girl I was surprised by the loud and joyous praise of our Lord in the tent revivals that visited our little town from time to time.  Most in attendance were the elderly (and for me at age 6 that was anyone over 30).  The music was uplifting and soulful.  The message was a bit frightening (with hell and damnation) but overall it was just a time when you wiggled in your seat with anticipation for the ending when I could run and play with the other kids.

Speaking of elders brings to mind how the matriarchs and patriarchs of my family seemed to maintain some degree of tranquility and have a simple answer for most conflicts.  To the contrary, In their younger days, I saw my share of family arguments and discord.  But in those later years, there was nothing demonstrated but love and compassion and acceptance for one another and one another’s lives. 

I wondered where that sense of calm came from.  How did that change come about?  My own mother made peace with distant family members that she had never visited or spoken to.  I couldn’t help but wonder if there was some weird series of events that made this possible.  I remember openly asking Mom why she was going to visit a sister-in-law on my dad’s side of the family.  They had not seen one another for many years but they seemed connected somehow.

And now as I have joined the “elderly” and continue the journey as a family matriarch, I too find myself more accepting, more loving, more open, and full of love for others.  I have experienced enough life to know that life is NOT black and white (my 30-50) but various shades of gray.  I see two sides of every story without taking a side.  And most important I choose to see the good in people.  I find kinship with other elders who have similar stories of life, death, family and faith.

The key word here is “faith”.  If we are blessed to be an elder, we soon realize it is time to get your affairs in order.  It is time to follow the Lord and give your life to serving others.

It is not about ME!  It’s about YOU!

After our 10-year journey with dementia, then losing Denny August 2011 – my world came crashing down.  These have been the most difficult days of my life.  Never before had I felt so all alone.  According to a Grief Share (receive these daily) message:

The Bible says there are powerful principles for living that can be learned through grief and loss.

"I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation . . ." (Philippians 4:12).

Unfailing strength is found in a relationship with Jesus Christ.

That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. For our present troubles are quite small and won't last very long. Yet they produce for us an immeasurably great glory that will last forever! So we don't look at the troubles we can see right now; rather, we look forward to what we have not yet seen. For the troubles we see will soon be over, but the joys to come will last forever. (2 Corinthians 4:16-18 NLT)

Sharpen your focus on the things in life that have lasting value, and contemplate your eternal life, being certain about where you will spend it.

Saving Jesus, my strength, my hope, and my joy are rooted in YOU. I want to live with YOU forever in heaven.             Amen.

After two Presbyterian Pilgrimages (for this Catholic) and with these daily messages, it is finally soaking in.  And when I spent the last six weeks of my brother Milt’s life at his bedside, I received an incredible insight and peace regarding death.  Milt and I had conversation that only those facing their final days can share.  We spoke of family, life, death and future generations to come. Those days were a gift!  Those conversations helped me more than words can express. 

And so it was that I watched my husband and my youngest brother die with dignity and grace.  They were in God’s loving arms ready to join their parents and generations past. 

When you live your life for Christ, you are not so focused on yourself and your loss of loved ones.  What I have found is an enriched relationship with those who are in my life.  That does not just include family, but friends and even strangers at times. 

I have a greater ability to comfort others.  In comforting others, I am comforted.  I have a greater ability to stay calm (previously not one of my strengths) in adversity.  I have a much greater ability to spare my opinion and let others live out their lives as it is meant to be. 

Even the air I breathe feels better!  I sleep better because I am at peace.  I cherish friendships. I don’t see obstacles only opportunities.  I have many more good days than bad (missing Denny).  I know I have been blessed with loving parents and a loving/spiritual husband for 41 years.  And most of all, I know the Lord “is with me”.  HE has carried me through many “storms” where I have learned to “dance in the rain”.