Opportunities aren’t around for every tomorrow.

I have such fond memories of my brother-in-law Clinton, who I had known for the last 20 years.  The very first time I met him, he made me laugh at my expense.

When my husband and I would come home on leave, we had drove for 18+ hours, though we were tired at night when everyone in the family would go to sleep, my brother-in-law, husband, my children and I would stay up ALL NIGHT and play his favorite games with him.

 He knew everything about anything, the pros and cons on every item or subject. He could transform any day into a magical story.  He had the gift of changing his voice into a variety of accents,  Yes, Clinton had a lot of great qualities, but perhaps his most endearing quality was his ability to get people to open up.  He made me feel comfortable enough to share my darkest secrets with him, and in addition to great advice, he gave me the confidence to choose the road less traveled and reminded me that no matter what, I will be okay.  I’ll always remember his advice.  He left a mark on every single person who met him. Unfortunately his life wasn’t long enough for us to see how far his excellence would have taken him.

My regrets are not being able to say goodbye, assuming he’d always be here, not spending more time with him & not being there when he died.

Clinton was very young, only 32 yrs old. He had always been a very healthy person, hardly ever even had a cold. He had been suffering with a bad headache for a few days before his death. He described it as a “killer” headache and commented that he was trying to keep his head from “exploding”.
On Sunday afternoon, a call of concern was placed, he was not answering his phone or his door and his vehicles were parked in the driveway and the door was locked. My sister-n-law went to his house to check on him and found him. He had been gone for about three days. We still do not know cause of death. But we are sure it had something to do with his headaches.

Life can change in the blink of an eye, the sooner we can all learn to live in the moment, and live our life in a way it was intended to be lived, one with purpose and one with love.  For now, do things that make you happy, love, give back, figure out your purpose, and enjoy the journey because the show must go on, I know Clinton would not have wanted it any other way.

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Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trust in who we are
And nothing else matters

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Clinton Andrew Ellis

April 3, 1981 – January 2, 2014

“The smartest man I’ve ever met”

A cherished son, brother, Uncle and friend.

Forever in our hearts and always on our mind.

You will be dearly missed!!!

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In Loving Memory

  

Ellis’ Lady Liberty II 

AKA:  Libby Lou, Nana, Libbers, and Libs

    

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Our Libby has been gone a short while. Complications from diabetes took her from us too soon. Libby was not only our dog, but our friend. We were her forever home.  From the beginning she brought smiles to many faces and warmed the hearts of those around her. From her morning kisses to her comforting us all when we were sick or injured – she was there. She had the sweetest disposition, loved to have her belly rubbed, and to give kisses.She followed me, my husband Brian, and our children everywhere. She loved to run…and run she did, all over the beaches. She loved to sun herself. She loved to go bye-bye in the car, and to go to the lake. She loved to be loved. She was my buddy, my child, and she will always have a piece of my heart. I will miss her kisses and her unending head nudges for pets.

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Dearest  Libby,

What a wonderful journey our lives have been with you in it. You were the best dog in the whole world. You were our best friend. You listened without judging and always had a gentle kiss. You always had a welcoming look with the kindest heart and the gentlest soul.

You were beautiful, loving, smart, memorable, and eager to learn. I happily taught you basic commands as well as silent hand commands, within days you were eagerly demonstrating each command with ease. You were there for 2 children Daddy and me. Instinctively you started guarding me automatically becoming our protector. You never wavered in your love, loyalty,

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You provided calmness, endless security, comfort and lovingness. You were such a good protector and friend. Everyone loved you. You were brilliant, you were perfect!! You played hard; whether you were chasing squirrels, boats, barking at planes, playing in the snow or walking/running the beach; you LOVED every minute of it. You became a devoted mom twice, your puppies were not only ginormous but also beautiful.

We went through so much together. There was a gentle spirit about you, so much so, that all who met you loved you! I am so thankful that we were blessed to share life with you. It is so difficult to go through the days without you. You have taught us so many great lessons that we will carry with us forever

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Although you could not stay, it makes me happy knowing you’re no longer suffering. I am amazed when I think of how blessed our family has been to have had you in it. No one can tell me a dog isn’t family. You were our family.

Our family was better because YOU WERE A PART OF IT. You are dearly missed and truly loved by all of us! We will always keep you close to our hearts forever dearest beloved. Jesus created all living things; you were a wonderful creation. ❤

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My heart tells me you want us to begin again, watch after and care for another dog just as we did for you.

In simple terms give a dog a chance in life as we all did for you. We will love again in your honor.

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Missing in Action

I have not been on here in awhile and for that I am sorry, I have been totally swamped!! I am now working in Blackwell OK second shift as a CNA, by the time my daughter and I get home it is just shy of midnight, so sleep  and down time has been a rarity these last couple of weeks between family needing help and our work. Even now I am writing this before heading to another mandatory inservice and then my shift.

A week or so ago my husband and I received a phone call that everyone dreads, it was my father n law expressing the urgency to get to the hospital because Grandpa wasn’t expected to make it through the night. Brian and I sped to Blackwell expecting the worst. Grandpa was on 6 liters of oxygen, his kidneys were failing he was dying. I couldn’t handle seeing him like that, he was not Grandpa to me. A small part of our family was there, 15 plus people were crowded in a small room, Grandma managed to push her way through the small crowd to get to Brian, wrapped her tiny arms around his waist and just cried, God it broke my heart. After a couple of hours with no change in his condition Brian and I went home. Needless to say Grandpa pulled through!! He awoke on Sunday morning arguing with the doctors, he was in the hospital for a week. Everyday my daughter and I stopped by to see/care for him on our way to work.

March 30th Brian’s other grandmother got married, April fools day I had to take Brian to the emergency room cause he was having trouble breathing, After breathing treatments and a quick look and listen to his rattling lungs he was told he has allergies. I would have thought it was bronchitis but I have to trust the doctors right?

Yesterday my father n law had knee surgery, again my daughter and I was there as was my husband after working.

I feel as if I’m missing in action but I know family needs me so I manage to soldier on.