Sunday, March 4, 2018

Uncle Jerry

Uncle Jerry.

9 years old, too afraid to ride the ride. You held my hand and we watched.

Uncle Jerry...
Scared in a new state, and you introduced sweat tea into my life like some kind of life saving drink.

My Uncle Jerry.
2am, rushing across town to help me from some drunk in a casino.
For 3 years you randomly popped up when I needed help, from whatever situation.

Uncle Jerry. On my 16th birthday I came home crying over mean crap bullies said, to see a beautiful bouquet waiting for me from you. And I cried again, because I never knew anyone loved me that much.
I'm so sorry I was so stupid. I was only miles from you, and I was going to come by.
"The snow is going to get worse.  It's  dark already.... We can see him tomorrow."

"We can see him tomorrow".....
Then 3 hours later....

 I learned the hard way, Uncle Jerry. Sometimes there isn't a tomorrow.

Uncle Jerry...
I thank God my son met you, knew you, and truly  knew the love of you. My Uncle, the man who would give the shirt off his back and ask only for the person to do well. He opened his arms, his heart, and his home, to anyone. And I can only imagine what paradise he has now, living beside Him.

I love you Uncle Jerry. Until we meet again...

Jerry Wallen
Jerry Lee Wallen passed to the other side on March 02,2018 at 8:30pm
Jerry was born on March 7, 1944 to Nossie and Tobe (General Alexander) Wallen in Indianola Oklahoma
Jerry was last of seven children for the Wallen's Ruby, Lillie Mae, Bonnie Ruth, Willie Helen, W. Grace, and Mazie.
Jerry married the love of his life, Elaine in July of 1964 and had two wonderful boys James and Brian. James married Kristen and they have two very special children Alexander and Leslie they Live in Reno, Nevada. Brian lives in Vallejo, California.
 Jerry went to school in McAlester, Oklahoma until the middle of high school then on to Freson, California where he graduated high school he attended college at Contra Costa college after he returned from the US Navy in which he received an associated degree.
Jerry had multiple careers he served in the US Navy and did two tours in Viet Nam furthermore was very proud to be in service of his country, He retired from Chevron after 31 years in various locations San Francisco, Concord, San Ramon, Houston, and the highlight was his tour with Aramco in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia, He then sold manufactured homes for ten years in the Reno area and also drove an armored car for a while and then went to DMV for the great state of Nevada his next adventure was at AutoZone where he made dear friends Madeline and Steve.
Jerry felt religion was in a person's heart and was a very giving person who helped a lot of people that we will never know.
Jerry special person's in his life are his cousin William who he always looked out for. Jose and his two children Justice, Jr, Tylor, and Auzzie. Jerry Always mentored and guided us all he also gave nothing but love to all.
Per his request donations should be made to the homeless around you.

(And may I say. Neither this, nor anything that could be written, will ever be able to explain my Uncle Jerry. And I don't know that I can ever truly accept that I will never feel his hugs, his hand on my head, his chuckle when I insisted to kiss him goodbye...
Forever and ever, We Will miss you... Forever and ever. And beyond the goodbye. We will love you.)

I still struggle with understanding. It happened so fast... then so slow. Then...... I lost one of my brightest shining stars. One of the few who saw ME as one of his own brightest stars.
I might not get to feel those hugs, hear those words, giggle with him over silly comments. But the love I felt from him, and my love FOR him, will never fade.

I hope you found the best recliner there is Uncle Jerry.
Give Aunt Jen a huge hug from me. (Don't let her get you too into Bingo though.)

Monday, October 3, 2016

August 20, 2016

For just over a month now, I have been Rheannon Drumm.
(Kinda. I am still in the name change process.)

We had a wedding and brunch (Because who can afford $50+ per person for a dinner?) And it was wonderful.
The wedding coordinator messed up on my song (A Thousand Years by the Piano Guys) and missed my cue, only the kids danced, and everyone bounced about the time I turned to Aaron and said "I am over this wedding. I just want to be with you". And every second was perfect.

I had my mom and stepfather, Tom. Joel was on top of the world having everyone he loved in the same place for so long.

Somehow along the way, from getting my neck burnt during my hairdo process (two of my wonderful friends showed up early just to do my hair and makeup, thank you Sarah and Bonnie)
to walking down the staircase, my mind went blank.
I mean blank...
Like, Dad has to carry me because I can't remember how to walk.


 After so much planning and waiting I was shocked by something.

I didn't care.

I didn't care if people danced. If the music was right, if I stumbled on my way. I didn't care if I mumbled through my vows and only Aaron could hear me, if I fumbled getting the rings on or looked silly in pictures.  The one thing that I could think the entire morning was, this is it. I am finally getting married to the man I know I was meant to marry.

And Joel is dancing his butt off.

Near the end, after we had all decided that was enough wedding for the day, my brother showed up with what made the entire marriage worth it.

My nephew Hayden.. The very first apple of my eye.
My brother came up the staircase, and I saw a tiny blonde behind him.

"No way" I thought (and said out loud). And then Hayden looked at me and I felt the world melt around me. It has been over 4 years since I had the chance to hold him. I went straight to him with my arms out, wondering how he would react. And after looking me over, Hayden reached right back and let me pull him into one of the most meaningful hugs I have ever had. I whispered to him how I missed him and love him. He patted my back and said

(Yeah... he's a boy.)

Joel joined us on our first dance (Very upset that I was getting so much attention, he had to remind me that he was my one and only.)

Yes. The past month has been a whirlwind of emotions, stress and bliss. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Except potty training... I'd like to skip potty training....

Friday, September 9, 2016

Well Hello

So much! So many posts to come! So slow to post them!

Since my last post.. a wedding. A marriage. Tears, laughter, anger, fear. Etc etc.

But writing any post brings me back to when I first met Aaron.

Meeting the person you're going to marry is some kind of emotional ride. We broke up no less than half a dozen times throughout our 8 years. But we still hung about knowing what the inevitable was. (And it has come to pass after all.)

I don't know what made him realize it. But I can pinpoint my realization to the moment I realized I loved this man.

We were going to have our first date night. Having only been "seeing each other" for about a week, I showed up at his house ready to go. We never went. He spent our entire time on the phone talking to other girls. And my heart overflowed the entire time.

I never heard his voice go so soft.
I had never dreamed he had some mushy, almost girly side to him.

When they finally hung up he wiped tears from his eyes and looked at me.

"Sorry Rhea. They're my girls. They always will be."

I heard stories upon stories. Skateboards he made them from random bits. Dora the Explorer he was forced to watch to make them smile.

The terrors, the horrors of twin girls. And how much he missed it.

Those are his girls. His Mia and Mya..
And if I wasn't okay with that, that was okay. I could go. But those were his nieces, and they would always be the first girls to have stolen his heart.

I'm okay with it. After all. They are his girls.