With a splitting headache and exhausted by what she later found out was leukemia, Celia went to church with her family and stayed the whole three hours. Then she went to Duane’s ward for Josh’s blessing, adding another hour or so of church. I’ve gone to church with a headache before, and it’s a chore sitting through all of the talks. I can’t imagine the discomfort Celia must have endured to be there that day.

That was Celia. She did what she knew was right, even if it wasn’t convenient for her. I don’t know how long she had leukemia before she found out, but I can imagine that she had been worn down by the disease for at least a few months. Even when she was exhausted, she gave all of her energy to teaching her kindergarten class and taking care of her family. I doubt that anyone felt that she slacked in her duties during those last few months. Celia was never one to give a half-hearted effort in anything.

Even when Celia was in the hospital after she found out she had leukemia, she didn’t just lie in bed and let others wait on her. She made time to visit with her family and plan what she was going to work on when she got out of the hospital. I didn’t see her without a smile on her face until she was drugged up and on a ventilator. I’m sure she would have smiled even then if she could have.

So I went to class today. If Celia could endure all that she did without a word of complaint, surely I could sit through two classes with a minor headache and sore throat — which, by the way, were both gone by noon. Celia, thank you for your example. I wish you were here to celebrate your birthday with your family, but I hope you know that we celebrate your life. My world, at least, is much brighter because you were such a big part of it.

p.s. I’ve watched this video a few times the past couple of days. It makes me cry every time, but it makes me smile, too.

• My family. Two parents, seven siblings, 15 and counting nieces and nephews. It’s a whole host of people who will be my best friends for the rest of my life. I’m so glad I get along well with all my brothers and sisters. I think it’s sad when people dread family visits — I don’t think that will ever be me. It has been extremely gratifying seeing everyone pull together to help each other through the hard times we’ve had this summer.
• The gospel. Losing a sister is the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. I know some people would say I’m weak for believing that we’ll be together again as sisters after this life. Then yes, I’m weak. But I’ll never give up the strength that the gospel gives me in times of trial.
• Losing my job. The second-hardest thing in my life has been watching my mom go through chemotherapy for colon cancer, but I’m thankful I could be there to help her through part of it. I have some great memories from the four months I spent with her in Joseph City. The timing of the P-I’s closure couldn’t have worked out better for me.
• Climb Ev’ry Mountain. The Hunt family singers all got together to perform for the first and last time at my mom’s farewell concert when she retired from Joseph City Elementary. I still cry every time I watch the video, but what a memory.
• The drive to Mesa. After my mom’s concert, the whole family went to Mesa for Josh’s baby blessing that same weekend. I rode down with Celia and her two oldest girls and then stayed at Celia’s house Saturday night. I’m thankful I had the chance to spend a few more hours talking and laughing late into the night with one of my best friends.
• Friends. Early in the summer I asked my dad if he felt a little like Job in the Old Testament. His reply was “Our friends haven’t forsaken us.” The love and support I’ve felt from my friends has been amazing. Thank you.
• The Holbrook pool. It was difficult getting up at 5 all those mornings I went swimming with my mom, but I’m grateful I could watch the sun rise over an outdoor pool while my mom got heaps of healing fresh air, exercise and sunshine. My mile will be faster next summer, Mom.
• My bike. I love it. I’m not even close to being on track to accomplish my mileage goal this year, alas. But riding is such a release for me. Hooray for two wheels!
• Grad school. I haven’t started yet, but I’m thankful I got into grad school. And I’m thankful I got into UW. I can’t imagine how stressful it would have been to move across the country to Syracuse with everything else that has been going on. Thanks for accepting me, UW.
• Books. Hooray for words on paper between two slabs of cardboard! So much more than the sum of their parts.

So, this isn’t by any means a comprehensive list. Maybe I’ll add to it from time to time. What are you thankful for?

My family has a goal of having 500 blood donations made in Celia’s memory in 2009, so even if you can’t make it to one of the memorial blood drives, please donate at a blood center or blood drive near you and e-mail info@celiascircle.org to let us know about it. I’m planning on donating three pints this year, so that leaves just 497 to go. Let’s make it happen!

This past weekend my mom had her annual Cousins Camp for the grandkids deemed old enough to participate (and an old maid aunt). This year we went to Virden, New Mexico, to help clean up my grandparents’ place for them. We got a bit of work done, and we had time for lots of fun, too. We had a weenie roast, rode the John Deere lawn mower, climbed trees, swung in the hammock, shot off fireworks (spooking the neighbor’s horse), and lots of other stuff. On Friday, the older kids hiked to the peak of Caneaster to check out the petroglyphs while the younger kids made treats with Grandma Payne. Basically, we had a good ol’ time in the country. I’m thankful my mom felt well enough to enjoy it all.

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Those of you who knew Celia know what an amazing person she was. Those of you who didn’t know her, I wish you could have. She was smart, funny, kind — everything a big sister should be. She encouraged my love of reading even before I could tell an A from a Q. We had a deal that I could get in bed with her at night and she would read to me if I let her put her cold feet on my legs to warm them up — I still think I got the better end of that bargain. She always made up original games for me and my brothers and sisters to play, and she came up with the best characters for playing make-believe; Old Dame Dob and Gretchen von Klutz were two of my favorites. Unfortunately, neither of those characters ever made it into any of the numerous family plays she wrote and directed. The audience (Mom, Dad, grandparents) always seemed to love those plays, even though the acting was far from Tony-worthy.

As we grew older, I loved spending hours talking to her. Often when I’d visit her, we’d stay up talking and laughing (she was always laughing — one thing I loved about her) until 2 or 3 in the morning. Then she’d get up at 6 the next day to make sure her kids had everything they needed to make it to school prepared and on time. And she was always cheerful doing it. She was one of my best examples of love, compassion and selflessness in life, and I’m eternally grateful for the time I’ve spent with her.

Update: Here’s a slideshow from Celia’s funeral.

A few years ago, the family was gathering in their bedroom for family prayer, and I noticed that their wedding photo had faded quite a bit. When I commented on it, my dad replied, “But the romance hasn’t (faded).” They still hold hands anytime they’re together. My dad rubs my mom’s feet while reading scriptures to her. My mom finds the time to bake homemade bread because my dad loves it so much. And there are countless other examples of the many ways they show their love to each other.

The family gathering was a lot of fun, with good food and lots of laughter. I didn’t manage to take very many pictures, but my sisters Kit and Celia and sister-in-law Lari have some good ones on their blogs. I did manage, however, to get video of some of the fun things we did.

Dirty Fun

“Tradition” — lyrics by Celia

“My Heavenly Father Loves Me” — Ally and Cherise