Saturday, November 15, 2014

Domestic Violence Myths

This article is an excellent read on challenging Domestic Violence Myths.  I am posting this in remembrance of my daughter, Shaniel, whose life was taken by her husband. Domestic Violence is a serious health issue that effects individuals, families, community, and country. It's time we recognize it as such and do something about it!

By Judge Amy Holmes Hehn

On Nov. 10, Ian Elias kicked in the door of the home of his ex-wife, Nicolette Elias, and shot her to death with a handgun.  He took their two young daughters to his home where he ultimately stepped out into the back yard and shot himself in the head in front of police.
I am the Multnomah County Circuit Court judge who has been presiding over Ian and Nikki Elias' highly contentious custody and parenting-time case. Everyone connected to the case is heartsick. Nikki Elias was a smart, articulate, hard-working, loving mother to her two children. All of the professionals in the case, including the court, were extremely concerned about Ian Elias and took his behavior seriously.  Nikki was clear with us all about how dangerous she thought Ian was and we believed her. She sought and was given the all the protection the court has to offer.  She did everything we like to think of as "right" to protect herself and her children from Ian's abuse.  In the end, none of our efforts were enough.  The grim reality is that when an abuser wants to murder his intimate partner, he'll likely find a way to do it. 

As a professional who has fought the good fight against domestic violence throughout my 27-year career, first as a prosecutor and now as a judge, it's hard not to give up in despair.  As a society, it's tempting to throw up our hands and walk away saying, "there's nothing we can do."  That would be a mistake.  There's a lot we can do.
First, we must shatter our myths and biases about domestic violence:  
* With rare exceptions, domestic abusers, including those who murder their partners, aren't "crazy."  While Ian Elias suffered from anxiety and depression, he wasn't insane; he was arrogant, entitled, abusive, selfish and controlling.  He played the victim at every turn.   When the court held him accountable for his conduct and put limits on his behavior, he reacted with the ultimate narcissistic act of control, with no concern for the children he professed to love so much.  

* Domestic abusers don't have "anger management problems."  They are generally able to manage their anger just fine outside the home.  An abuser uses his anger as a tactic to punish, control, terrorize and coerce his partner to achieve specific goals – to shut her up, to isolate her, to prevent her from spending money, to keep her from complaining about his infidelity, to keep her from asserting her independence.  In this way domestic violence is "functional."  It's always a conscious choice, and sadly, too often it works.

* We should never again ask, "Why doesn't she just leave?"  Nikki Elias, and thousands of others like her who end up dead at the hands of their abusers in this country every year, did leave.  Leaving is the most dangerous step a victim can take.  When we hear about a victim of domestic violence we so often want to know what's wrong with her and wonder what she did to deserve the abuse.  This supports the abuser's world view, that his abuse is justified.  When a victim of domestic violence stays or returns to her abusive partner, what we should be asking is, "What are the conditions he created to cause her to feel that she has no other safe choice but to stay?" 

* Some of the worst domestic violence isn't physical; it's verbal, emotional and psychological.  While Nikki reported extensive past physical abuse by Ian, including grabbing, punching and strangulation, more recently Ian terrorized Nikki using social media.  His postings were not overtly and specifically threatening to her, however, and thus were protected by the First Amendment.  This is a huge gap in our ability to intervene on behalf of victims.

* Domestic violence isn't something that just happens to "those people."  It cuts across all races, ethnicities, sexual orientations and socieoeconomic classes.  Chances are someone you know personally has been a victim of domestic abuse.  

Second, we must step up and speak out.  Domestic violence is preventable.

* Men need to start standing up to men about domestic violence.  For too long the fight against domestic violence has been fought by women talking to and on behalf of women.  Until men own the fact that, while there are certainly exceptions, domestic violence is primarily perpetrated by men against women and children, abuse will continue.  It was refreshing to finally see men of power and privilege speaking out against abuse in response to recent revelations about domestic violence among high-profile sports figures.  Corporations with substantial influence pulled contracts from abusive players.  At last, domestic violence seemed to be impacting the status and pocketbooks of men in a mostly man's realm, the world of professional sports.  This is a trend that should be supported and encouraged.

* Everyone needs to educate themselves about domestic violence.  Most survivors turn first to friends, relatives, employers and co-workers for help. 

Domestic violence pervades every type of case in our legal system.  Judges and other legal professionals must be vigilant and educated about the dynamics of domestic violence and about factors known to be linked to high risk and lethal violence in order to recognize it and respond appropriately.

* We need to put money where our mouths are.  Consider the public attention and resources focused on the Ebola outbreak in recent months.  Yet how many Americans have actually died from Ebola?  Since 2003, 18,000 women have been killed by their intimate partners, yet domestic violence services, including advocacy for survivors, safe housing, resources to help survivors achieve financial independence, specialized domestic violence law enforcement and prosecution units, and services for perpetrators are all grossly under-funded.  Until we embrace domestic violence as the public health crisis it is and put our resources there, abuse will continue.

* We need to talk about guns.  Women who are victims of domestic violence are six to eight times more likely to be killed by an intimate partner if there are firearms in the home.  "[A]ll too often," as former Sen. Paul Wellstone, D-Minn., noted during a 1996 debate over federal legislation, "the only difference between a battered woman and a dead woman is the presence of a gun."

* If you see or hear abuse happening, call 911.  She may not be able to do so safely, but you can.  If you have a friend, relative, neighbor or co-worker who is being physically or emotionally terrorized by her intimate partner, reach out.  Listen and sympathize without judgment or blame.  Don't tell her what to do.  Instead, ask her what she needs to be safe and do your best to support her.  

Our good efforts weren't good enough to save Nikki Elias.  If we all pull together, perhaps we can save the next wife, mother, sister, brother, daughter or child, and the next.

Amy Holmes Hehn is a Multnomah County Circuit Court judge.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

AND THIS IS WHY WE DO THIS!


Tammy Bentley Jones, one of our dedicated reader's shared this with me today. "I just want to share an incident that happened this week. I always wear Shaniel's purple bracelet. I get questioned quite often about it. So I take the time and explain it to them. One lady asked me about it and when I told her she confided that she was a victim. She is now in a shelter getting help to move on with her own life again. Your work is not in vain. I know it's tough, but hang in there and enjoy all of the good times!"

Thank you Tammy!




Sunday, November 2, 2014

Not just a Statistic


I have to admit, the first time I saw this poster, put out by the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence, with Shaniel's name on it, I cried! 

There were 385 confirmed deaths from domestic violence in 2013. And that's not including the hundreds that were not reported as news. Far from it. It's so hard to believe. And it's even harder to believe and actually see that Shaniel's name was on this list. 

Shaniel was not just a statistic! She was a loving mother in the prime of her life. She was a beloved daughter. A sister. A granddaughter. A niece. A friend. She was a compassionate and skilled nurse. She was loved by all those who knew her. And she loved. She was a real person. Let us never forget that. The years will continue to march on, but let's keep her memory alive by honoring her name and all those who have lost their lives from domestic violence. No one deserves to be murdered by their spouse. There are no excuses! 

Let us all remember the love and joy Shaniel brought into our lives. Let us remember the many wonderful and treasured memories we made with her. 

Even though her life was cut short by an incomprehensible and senseless murder, she made a difference and touched many lives for the good in the short amount of time she lived on earth. 

As her mother, Shaniel will be forever on my mind and forever in my heart. As I know she will be in each of yours.

We will continue to share Shaniel's Story and help bring awareness to the harmful and, often times, fatal effects of domestic violence. We will continue to share our story... one that prospers a hopeful and joyful life. We have faith in a loving God who wraps us up in his loving arms and tells us everything is going to be all right. We will see our Shaniel again. She will never be just a statistic! No, never!  



Thursday, October 23, 2014

Mountains to Climb


This quote by Henry B. Eyring came across my news feed today. I was in much need and want to be reminded of this truth. We can not escape this life without mountains in front of us. Symbolically they come in the form of obstacles, trials, sorrow, and pain. And these are just a few. When met with the challenges and tribulations of life, we have choices to make. In my case, losing my daughter Shaniel has been the greatest and most heartbreaking trial of my life. The unfathomable and unspeakable happened. I remember the feeling distinctively the moment I found out Shaniel had been murdered by her husband. I fell upon my knees overcome with intense grief and disbelief, dazed and shocked that this could happen to my precious daughter. I cried out in pain. "How? How could this happen?"

Maybe it was instinct, but I remember instantly praying fervently to God to take my pain away. I remember praying for Shaniel. I wanted to wrap her in my arms so tightly and protect her from the fear and pain she just endured and the confused state she surely was in. I wanted her to know I loved her with all my heart. One last time. Her mother was there! I pleaded with God that He would do that for me. She would feel me there. I felt desperate and helpless. She was dead. My poor sweet innocent daughter dead.

What seemed to come to me in a flash were the words "look up!" I had two choices to make. Sink in despair, or climb that mountain that suddenly loomed in front of me. I chose to climb. And I climbed hard. I climbed fast. I wanted to keep in front of that evil that wanted to drag me back down to the bottom of the mountain. I didn't want to look back. I deliberately chose to climb. I wanted to be on a path that would bring me peace, comfort, safety, and protection from the adversary. I wanted to feel God's love.

When I look back over the past year and a half since losing Shaniel, I can see clearly that I am still climbing that mountain. There are times when I can't seem to climb another step and I am challenged with thoughts of anger, pain, and an endless yearning to hold my daughter again. Sometimes it's hard to start that climb again. But I do, even if it is ever so slowly. I am determined to do it. I am determined to reach the top. I am determined to follow the light.  I will continue to pray continually for peace and comfort. I will consciously work to forgive, as hard of a struggle it is for me at times. I can say without a doubt that ANGELS have attended and given strength to my feeble knees as I have climbed many a rocky path on the ever increasing climb. I have no doubt that Shaniel is always there, as one of my ministering angles, to give a hand up. She surely knows the heartache I feel.

One day... I, along with my family, will reach the top of this mountain and will be able to look out across the canyons, the slopes, the rugged trails, and the the peaks and know that we rose to the challenges set before us. We chose to climb. Someday we will feel the all encompassing Heavenly light surround us and know that God was with us, every step of the way. We will come to understand and see more clearly the purposes of our earthly trials and tribulations. For our entire family, on both sides of the veil, because it is eternal.

I am sure this is not the last trial of my life. I have been through years and years of trials and heartache, in varying degrees, just like you. I will continue to "look up" and keep climbing. The light on top of the mountain will be my guide. I know when I choose to climb I am on the right path. I know this to be true!




Shaniel, my ministering Angel

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Justice is Served!

I've been following the Conrad Truman trial, along with many other family members. Conrad was suspected of killing his wife, Heidy Wagner Truman two years ago. Heidy is my niece's sister-in-law. It's been a long two years for the Wagner family and today they finally came to the end of days, weeks, months, and years of waiting... waiting for justice to be served. 

For the Wagner family, it was not only about losing their beloved daughter and sister, but it was about the pain and anguish of having to see her killer face to face at times, standing by helplessly and patiently on the legal system to take its course. 

Conrad Truman's trial started 3 weeks ago, and it finally came to a long-awaited end at 5:30 p.m., after 15 hours of deliberation. Conrad Truman was found guilty on two counts. That of killing his wife and obstructing justice. Sentencing is set for mid December. 

We are grateful for the vigilance and careful discernment of the juror's as the case was presented to them. We are grateful for friends and family who were supportive of the Wagner family. We are grateful for the angels who sustained the Wagner family through their trials. No doubt, Heidy was one of them! We are grateful for a loving Father In Heaven who provided peace and comfort in their hours of need. And, we are grateful that this trial is now behind a truly incredible family.

Our continued prayers will be with the Wagner family in the months ahead. We pray for healing and strength. We pray that they will find hope in a brighter tomorrow. Heidy will be ever near as we all chose to move forward... from this day on. We wish to thank the Wagner family for allowing us to be a part of their lives during this difficult time. We have all learned so much.

We are so thankful the Wagner family has finally found justice for their sweet Heidy. And let us remember that our family and so many other's have lost loved ones that will never see justice in this life time. Some of us have to wait... wait upon the Lord. Wait until we get to the other side. Faith and Hope sustain us. 



Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Images...


How did she know this would become one of my most treasured and cherished gifts?

Memories
are the most beautiful pictures
our minds can paint and
nothing can ever erase them.

Shaniel gave me this beautiful tile for my birthday in 2009. Little did I know how deep the meaning would become several years later. 

Did she know? 

Somewhere deep inside her heart... did she know I would need to see these consoling words. I have this gift sitting in my family room where I can see it easily. Memories of Shaniel cross my mind daily. They are beautiful images that can never be erased. 

Images of kissing her soft newborn baby cheek as she lay sleeping in my arms. Images of her toddler days running to keep up with her big sisters. Images of her big beautiful dancing hazel eyes. Images of her mischievous grin and causing me to wonder what she was up to next! Images of her jumping off the chest of drawers, flipping, and bouncing like tigger. Images of peddling her bike with spunk and determination.

Images of a young girl just baptized and witnessing the purity, the goodness, and spirit of her countenance. Images of her caring for her baby sister and twins down the street. She always had a baby on her hip. Images of her excelling in gymnastics. Images of a young woman and her desire to live the YW values. Images of her laughter and humor. Images of her double jointed fingers and pigeon toes. Oh... how I loved them!

Images of her as a young mother kissing her newborn baby's cheek. Images of dedication to a growing family. Images of her hugs and kisses to her hurting and sick child. Images of perseverance in her nursing studies. Images of work ethic. Images of optimism and growth. Images of faith and determination to grow intellectually and spiritually. 

Images of a beautiful daughter that had grown into a woman of beauty. Both on the inside and out. Images of a woman that loved with all her heart. A woman of compassion. A woman grown up. A woman that endured, cheerfully, to the very end. Trials and tribulations did not get her down. 

Yes, and I am grateful that she knew what gift I would need! Tender words that reach into my heart and fill my soul with gratitude for the memories I have. 

I will make more memories with her. Our day will come! I will pass to the other side and she will be there to meet me. We will embrace as never before. We will hold each other as never before. We will laugh. We might even have some cries. But, we will hold hands into the eternities and continue on... yes, continue on making great memories as mother and daughter. 

Please leave a comment and share a memory of Shaniel. Would love to hear a specific memory. It would mean so much to us, her family, to have those memories live on. We love you all for your kindness and love. 

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month

By Kelsey, Shaniel's sister. 

October is Domestic Violence Awareness month. My sister Shaniel's life was taken by the hands of her husband 2/10/13, who then later took his own life. She was a loving mother, a very skilled nurse, and she always had a beautiful smile on her face. She was always positive despite her many trials. Let us remember those who have lost their lives to domestic violence and help educate others about it so that we may help prevent this horrible problem. 

Share these hash tags with your memories- for the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence.


#memorialmonday #dvamaction #nomore



In memory of our beautiful Angel Shaniel

1980-2013



Saturday, September 27, 2014

Shaniel's Salsa

Shaniel planted a garden every year. She called it her Salsa Garden! 

Every year, early in the Spring, Shaniel anxiously gathered everything necessary to start her garden. Small paper cups were filled with soil, and after making a well of water, she carefully planted the tiny tomato seeds. The counter by the south facing window in the kitchen became home to her plants for the next couple of months. There the warmth from the sun hit the plants for most of the day, which encouraged healthy and happy plants. Shaniel carefully tended to her tomato plants until they were big enough, and it was warm enough, to plant outside in the garden plot. Oh... and the kids always helped. Not only was it a learning experience for them, but it was fun, too!

It is usually the end of May when vegetable plants, started from seed, can be transferred to the garden. Shaniel always had good success in growing her own tomato plants and they were healthy going in from the onset. After planting each tomato plant, Shaniel planted a variety of pepper plants, including green and red bells and jalapeno, making her Salsa garden complete. But, you can't have a garden without the family favorites, such as squash and cucumbers, and on occasion corn. And, of course, pumpkins for fall!

Shaniel loved her garden! She spent as much time as she could in it. Weeding, watering, and making sure they were healthy and free from pests. And, it showed! She not only had a green thumb when it came to plants, but she had a way of arranging her plants to make it look like art.


Waiting for vegetables to fully ripen takes patience. But, you can bet when the first tomato turns red on the vine, you know Salsa season is coming on! As soon as she could, Shaniel made fresh salsa. She found a recipe for salsa but wasn't crazy about it. So she started to experiment, adding and taking away ingredients, until it was salsa perfect! She made fresh salsa almost daily for her family. Chips and Salsa! Salsa and Chips! She made it for family. She made it for friends. It was so good... we all wanted in on her secret Salsa recipe. She was more than happy to share.


Shaniel's Fresh Garden Salsa

6-8 large fresh garden-picked tomatoes
2-4 avocados
1 onion
1 garlic clove
1 tsp. cumin
1 lemon
1 lime
1-2 cups spicy V-8 juice
fresh cilantro
salt and pepper to taste

Finely chop tomatoes, avocados, onion, and garlic. Place in large bowl. Add spices. Squeeze lemon and lime into mixture. Pour in V-8 juice. Stir. Add finely chopped cilantro and salt and pepper to taste.  Grab a bag of tortilla chips and dig in!


Resourceful and thrifty.That was Shaniel! What tomatoes she didn't use for salsa, she bottled. No prompting from her mother whatsoever! I was so proud of her when I saw these bottles of tomatoes sitting on her counter. She was proud, too. My homemaking skills, years of doing and teaching, had rubbed off on my daughters! When you grow a garden, canning the excess is just something you do. Waste not; Want not!

It was so rewarding, as a mother, to watch Shaniel grow into the confident mother and homemaker she became. It was pure joy to watch her plan, plant, grow and make use of her Salsa Garden every year.


She was given a talent and used it. She practiced patience and diligence as she cared for her plants. She taught her children how to grow and tend a garden. She practiced prudence...was resourceful and thrifty. She had pride in her garden and worked hard to reap the rewards. She was persistent in perfecting her salsa recipe. She shared her talent with others. To me, that all adds up to some good-old fashioned character building. Shaniel was simply AMAZING! 


Friday, August 8, 2014

Images of Hope

Our Family has been featured in J Richins Photography Images of Hope. Thank you to J Richins Photography for giving us the opportunity to share Shaniel's Story. Check it out here.http://www.jrichinsphotography.com/blog/2014/7/shaniels-story


Saturday, March 8, 2014

Year in Review

A year has come and gone since we last saw our beautiful Shaniel. It has been a year of tremendous pain, grief, and sorrow, but most importantly it has also brought us greater spiritual understanding, hope and healing. 

Last February our world came to an abrupt halt, so it seemed. Much of the year was a blur, paralyzed unable to do much of anything. We learned much that February however, we learned and personally felt of God’s infinite love for each of us. Life does go on and it does get better. In order to move on and learn and grow from this horrible tragedy we chose to do what Shaniel would have done. We became advocates for Domestic Violence Awareness. We have come a long way over the past year!

Today as we celebrate Shaniel’s birthday we take a look back at the many things we have accomplished over the past year. We started out on this journey by supporting No Harm Done, a charity for Domestic Violence Awareness. This Face book page was started in honor of Shaniel, and also to bring awareness to Domestic Violence. We organized and held a walk to honor Shaniel and to raise funds for the Women’s shelter in Price. We have attended and supported various Domestic Violence Awareness events. We have become involved in our local Domestic Violence Coalitions, giving a few speeches over the year at Coalition meetings. We have already seen so much good come from our efforts. Even the smallest good is worth all the effort put into this. We would like to continue our efforts in bringing awareness to Domestic Violence by educating the public about Domestic Violence in hopes of preventing just one tragedy from hurting another family. We would like to thank all of you for your love and support.

Happy Birthday Shaniel!! Your strength and determination have inspired so many. It truly has been a great year!

Kelsey






Sunday, February 23, 2014

Facing Trials

When we lose someone we love, it challenges our faith to its very limits. There are trials and testing to endure--for us, left on earth. But I have learned so much, over the past year, that we are not left alone to bear our sorrows.  Allowing the Savior of the world to take our burdens of unimaginable sorrow--helps heal our broken hearts, gives us strength to endure the darkest hours, and gives us hope in the dawn of a brighter day.

As I was reading the Ensign, I ran across this beautiful excerpt taken from President Thomas S. Monson’s talk, (I Will Not Fail Thee, nor Forsake Thee, Oct. 2013 General Conference) that helped remind me of His love for us and that trials, even heartbreaking sorrows, have a purpose in our lives.

Prophetic Promise: Facing Trials
“Our Heavenly Father, who gives us so much to delight in, also knows that we learn and grow and become stronger as we face and survive the trials through which we must pass. We know that there are times when we will experience heartbreaking sorrow, when we will grieve, and when we may be tested to our limits. However, such difficulties allow us to change for the better, to rebuild our lives in the way our Heavenly Father teaches us, and to become something different from what we were—better than we were, more understanding than we were, more empathetic than we were, with stronger testimonies than we had before. 
“This should be our purpose—to preserve and endure, yes, but also to become more spiritually refined as we make our way through sunshine and sorrow. Were it not for challenges to overcome and problems to solve, we would remain much as we are, with little or no progress toward our goal of eternal life.”
http://www.lds.org/general-conference/2013/10/i-will-not-fail-thee-nor-forsake-thee?lang=eng&query=I+will+not+fail+thee,+nor+forsake+thee,+Thomas+S.+Monson,

http://www.lds.org/youth/video/i-will-not-fail-thee-nor-forsake-thee?lang=eng 

“What I the lord have spoken, I have spoken; …whether by mine own voice or by the voice of my servants, it is the same” D&C 1:38

These prophetic words of counsel brought comfort to my soul today!



Written by Carol, Shaniel’s mother

Monday, February 10, 2014

Happy 1st Angelversary!



What a beautiful Day! The sun was shining, a stark contrast to this day last year. My Mom, Audrey and I went out to eat at an awesome Mexican Grill to celebrate Shaniel's Angelversary. No tears here. There is no need to re-live that day and what happened. We celebrated Shaniel's life. She was happy and always full of life, so that is how we spent our day. What a wonderful day. We have been blessed beyond measure over the past year. I am grateful for all that I have learned over the past year and how much my testimony has grown, particularly with the Atonement of Christ, God's love for each of us, the power of forgiveness and Eternal families.

Happy 1st Angelversary Shaniel!


Kelsey





Remembering Shaniel

It's been a year since we lost our beautiful Shaniel. Dave, Shaniel's step-father, is out of the country at this time and sent this beautiful tribute in remembrance of our angel.
I have a comment to make about Shaniel. You know, I just love Shaniel. Not because she is my stepdaughter, not because she is my friend, but because she was just about the nicest person I ever met. Shaniel brought into my life as she brought into yours, a soft, warm light every time I saw her, and every time I saw her was a holiday of its own. No question, I miss her, we all miss her, God bless you, our special spirit Shaniel.

In loving memory of our beautiful angel, Shaniel.



Sunday, February 9, 2014

Tender Mercies

It was exactly one week before Shaniel's death, that she called me, crying... unable to exactly pin point why. Today is February 3, one week before her death, and I am reminded of that call, once again. 

Fallen officer Cory Wride's parents were interviewed last night about their son's life, and I couldn't help but have the exact same thoughts as they did. In fact.. those same thoughts have been with me for an entire year.

When Shaniel called she said she had been crying for two weeks and couldn't shake it. She had a strong desire to be with her family, as did officer Wride.

This is an exerpt taken from the interview given by Blake Wride, Cory's father. .... "it was almost as if my son knew something bad was about to happen". He remembers a week before the shooting, his son called him while working a late night shift, saying how much he missed his family and needed to be home with them.

The next day, he invited his parents over for dinner... there was a melancholy feeling that wasn't quite normal for his son.

"I just felt that there was this, I call it this melancholy feeling, just a serious atmosphere. But now I think I can look back and I personally, everybody might feel differently than me, that that was what we've come to call the tender mercies of the Lord in helping him know, and maybe even prepare that something was coming, and it did." 

Well... that is the exact feeling I had about my phone call with Shaniel. There was a melancholy feeling about her. Something wasn't quite right. She knew it and tried to express it to me, but didn't know exactly how or what it was. She had been crying, couldn't shake it, felt homesick, and wanted to be with her family, her children.

Throughout the year I often thought about this phone call and also felt that the tender mercies of the Lord was helping her know, and even prepare that something was coming, and it did.

I find it remarkable that Saturday, her last day with her children, she got up and fixed breakfast - crepes with orange juice.  You could call it an over the top breakfast! (which she normally didn't have the time to do). She packed her children up, spent the morning at the Wave Pool, and then headed off to Emery County to enjoy a peaceful day with her family. She had a strong desire to play and spend time with her children and be near those she loved. She lived her last day doing exactly what she loved to do.

Shaniel was truly homesick, not only that day, but for the last few weeks of her life. I heard a talk, given by an LDS apostle, about a homesick feeling you sometimes get... so homesick that that it grabs you from the inside out and creates such a gnawing feeling that you can't describe it. It's so intense... you know you miss someone, something, somewhere... home! That feeling was described as homesick for that home we call heaven. The place we previously lived with our Father In Heaven. A place of love, security, and peace. I have felt that homesick feeling before. I believe Shaniel was feeling that same homesickness.

The Lord did bless her that day, and in His love, sent his tender mercies from above to prepare her for what was to come that dreadful night.

She is home... she is home once again in the loving arms of our Father In Heaven. She is with grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins. She is surrounded by peace, love, comfort, and security. She is learning, growing, progressing. She is living! She is not far away. I feel her love and desire to comfort me on days I need her near. And, we will see her again!





Mother's Day Tea Party at Grandma B - 2011

Written by Shaniel's mother, Carol
February 3, 2014

Memories that Bind

Making memories with my children and grandchildren are very important to me. One year for Christmas I made each of the families a Count-down to Christmas Chain. On random dates throughout the month of December, miniature notes were attached to the chain announcing a visit from grandma and a fun activity to do together. On December 6, I made my trip to Shaniel’s house. The much anticipated day had arrived!

Shaniel was just as excited, if not more, than the kids. She got the note down and read what we would be doing that day. Making sugar cookies…. horray! Shaniel was very expressive with her emotions. So much like her mother! Clapping, laughing, cheering… her big hazel eyes dancing and twinkling with excitement. Making cookies together was a real treat and the kids were soon caught up in the merriment of cracking eggs, mixing ingredients together, rolling the dough, cutting Christmas shapes, baking, and decorating them with frosting and sprinkles.

It was a joy, for me as a mother, to especially watch Shaniel interact with her children. It was a messy kitchen activity and Shaniel was in her element. Laughing! Dancing with the mixer! She showed the kids that it was fun to get a little messy. She encouraged them to be creative in their cookie decorating. She was patient. She was kind. She made memories with her children. The squeals of excitement are some of the best sounds a mother, a grandmother, can hear.

After eating cookies, it was time to settle down to a movie. That was one of my fondest memories of going to Shaniel’s. Something I always looked forward to. Always, always, a big pile of blankets were gathered, everyone would find a spot, usually on the floor. And, it wasn’t long before most of the kids were pressed up against their mother’s warm body and tucked in under her loving arms for the night. They felt her love. They felt secure and protected. Shaniel provided the kind of haven that every child deserves in life. She was a mother and loved being a mother. My joy was so full that evening as I watched my daughter in the most important role in her life… that as mother! 







Written by Shaniel's mother, Carol
December 14, 2013

Everyone needs a HERO!

Shortly after Shaniel’s death, I was looking at pictures. Lots of them. Of Her. I was almost desperate to view everyone I could, from the moment she was born to her last day on earth. Only days before, I had her. I heard her voice. I touched her. I hugged her. I smelled her. When I didn’t see her, I talked to her on the phone. She was in my everyday life. How could I have taken that all for granted! Now, she was gone. I had only pictures and memories. I couldn’t believe it. I yearned to feel her presence, hear her voice, her laughter, to hug her, tell her I love her one last time. Now… it was all gone. Gone in an instant!

This day, I spent the day trying to connect with Shaniel. I needed her! Everyone was talking about messages they read on her facebook page. I couldn’t see them. I had vowed I would never get a facebook page. Not me! I didn’t have time for things like that. But today, I wished I had. I needed comfort. I needed to hear messages of love for my daughter. I missed her terribly.

I started to search everything about her. Any place she would have left signs of the life she had lived. I read messages left on her guest book page at Faucett Mortuary. I read her blog. I found a “My Space” page. I read and read and read. I found comfort as I read the loving messages from friends, family, co-workers, and patients. As I read her blog and My Space page, I was reminded of her amazing sense of humor, love for family, and personality traits that I took for granted…. because she was always there. She left hints of the incredible person she had become through her choice of “wisdom tidbits”, subtle comments, and one word descriptions under the photos she had posted. I yearned more than ever to have Shaniel back. I missed her so deeply.

I laughed, I cried, sometimes with out loud un-controlled bursts of laughter and sobs. Tears ran down my cheeks. Panic rose in my chest. These pictures weren’t suppose to be memories … not today. Children are suppose to outlive their parents. Shaniel’s life was far too short. She didn’t die because of an illness or an accident. She was deliberately taken from us. It was so hard to comprehend.

As I carefully looked at each picture taken and read each comment, I came to know my Shaniel as a caring, loving, compassionate mother and daughter. I decided to delve even deeper. I got into her profile pages. I wanted to read more. More about the daughter I loved and missed so much. While on her “My Space” page, she had answered a series of questions. One asked, “Who is your Hero?” Shaniel simply said “My mother!” I was instantly overcome with gratitude for the daughter I had and was able to love for as long as I could. I never knew she thought of me as her hero. I had actually lived a life worthy of that claim! She loved me with all her heart! Oh... how I loved her.

It made me think of the heroes in my life. My dad! My mother! They were incredible people that I have always wanted to emulate my life after. I thought of each of my children, and the amazing people they are.

Today, I thought of Shaniel, especially, and the lovely daughter she was and the person of character she had grown into as an adult. She was more than human in my eyes. She had become another HERO in my eyes. I thought of the night she died. How brave she must have been. The courage and strength she endured. The faith she surely had to know that her children would be taken care of after she left this life. The faith she surely had in knowing that life is eternal and that she would be with her family again.

Shaniel is not only my hero, but she is an angel. An angel fulfilling the same mission she was sent to earth to do. She is an angel that is with all of us every single day. Her influence is far reaching and wide. She continues to heal broken hearts. She continues to gently guide and influence her children. I know she is with me. I feel her in my life every day. Sometimes with a gentle touch. Sometimes with thoughts. Sometimes I just feel comforted at a moment when I need it so desperately. She is with us and comforts us when we need it. We have a loving Father In Heaven who has blessed our lives with her continued presence. I am so grateful for that.

This is a day of Thanksgiving. This is a day to celebrate my Hero. Shaniel!... my beautiful and loving daughter. My eternal friend. My angel! I love you Shaniel!





Thanksgiving Point Gardens, 2010 - Carol and Shaniel

Written by Shaniel's mother, Carol
November 27, 2013

Tell them you Love Them

Day 29: Domestic Violence Awareness Month

February 10, 2013... Sometimes things happen in a way that you don’t expect. The day was coming to an end by the time we met with the funeral director. We were still numb and filled with disbelief about Shaniel’s death. It was impossible to comprehend… how this could ever happen to us.

We were sitting on some chairs surrounding a coffee table with funeral books, of all things, on them. Shaniel’s dad, myself, and her brother and sisters were there. The funeral director started the conversation by asking us to tell him about Shaniel. A whole gamet of Shaniel’s personality came to mind and I wanted to scream out that she really wasn’t gone. Talking in past tense was so unfair. She was alive, talking to us, less than 24 hours earlier. How could we possibly talk about her memories! It was the hardest thing I think I have ever had to go through.

We were angry, sobbing, overcome with grief and disbelief. Many harsh words towards Shaniel’s killer, her own husband… who was suppose to cherish and protect her, came hurling out of our mouths. How could he!

But then… the impossible happened. While trying to plan Shaniel’s funeral, a question came up that required a response from Scott’s family. His brother was called. The phone was put on speaker so we could all hear the conversation. I can’t even remember what it was about. But I know one thing… a miracle happened that I can’t explain away. While the funeral director was talking on the phone, a very strong feeling and voice entered my heart, my bosom, my mind… and the thought came out… literally. “Tell them you love them.“ Out of my mouth came the words “WE LOVE YOU!” Right then, in that very second, all barriers between our two families were broken down. Those three powerful words changed everything. And I mean EVERYTHING! Yes, we were still crying, but our anger disappeared and forgiveness entered in. The healing balm of the Savior’s atonement started to work immediately.

It was an immediate physical, mental, and emotional transformation that took place in all our hearts and souls. Each one of us witnessed it. I don’t know how to explain it… other than if you believe in a loving God… and you allow Him to save your soul (for us it was the agony, grief, and despair of losing a child, a sister), He does work the miracle. All our pain, our grief, our sorrow was laid at His feet and the Comforter wrapped His loving arms around us… giving us the peace, hope, love, and forgiveness than can heal all broken hearts with time.

Shaniel has always been a kind, compassionate, and forgiving person. Why would she expect anything less from us? I have no doubt that because we listened, heeded, and followed the voice of the Lord’s spirit at the very moment we needed to, it has brought our family the much needed protection from the adversary, strength to endure, and peace of mind to move forward with faith, love, hope and forgiveness. We still have our days of anger and despair, but they are short lived. Mostly, our days are filled with the promise of healing. We are blessed.





I captured this picture of Shaniel while playing Sardines, mom's house

Written by Shaniel's mother, Carol
October 29, 2013

A Daughter's Poem

Day 17: Domestic Violence Awareness Month

A POWERFUL POEM written by Shaniel's 14 year old daughter

There I was, in my room one night, overhearing the noise and holding my ears tight. I tried to sleep and before I snoozed, Tera came crying with some terrible news.

“Dads got a gun, and mom is yelling!” Then I sat up with a terrible feeling. I picked up the phone and tried to call, but all I got was a ringing sound.

Soon after that, the phone began to ring, it was dispatch telling us the routine. We then went out to see, a police officer guiding us through the scene.

Men were surrounding my house being sly, with big guns and armor and I was about to cry. We than sat in the car being worried sick, hoping that this will all pass over quick.

The officer had me call my grandma, he talked to her while I thought through this trauma. I kept telling my siblings that everything was fine, even though I knew it was a lie.

My grandparents and aunt came after 15 minutes or so, we then left while my grandma stayed to take my mom to her home. Once we arrived we made a bed, said a quick little prayer and I began to dread.

Once again I woke up to a noise, not of arguing but my grandpa's voice. He squeezed my hand and began to cry, I then asked him why, why, why.

He told me the news, the traumatizing news, that my parents are something I had to lose. My soul sunk deep, my heart was torn, my mother and father I now will mourn.

I screamed and pleaded with sorrow, thinking how I'll be able to handle tomorrow. My emotions went out of control, disbelief, anger, and confusion filled my soul.

My family came and held me tight, crying along all through the night. Later that morning more family arrived, tears filling their eyes and their sorrow thrived.

Lots of prayers and blessings were given that day, a lot of them not knowing what to say. Days, weeks and months have passed by, not a day they haven't crossed my mind.

Things are different now they've passed, but this change has given me a chance. A chance to be happier, to not be stressed, my life has certainly been blessed.

After this event I am positively sure, I can go through anything, strength I have endured. And even though their physically not here, I still feel their loving spirit near.


Written by Shaniel's daughter
October 17, 2013

The Truth Never Lies

Day 8- Domestic Violence Awareness month

The Truth Never Lies!

An abuser may think his secrets are safe with him. The truth is…

A recorder

A voice ---- His voice

We listen to hours of….

Yelling.

Screaming obscenities.

Ranting.

Name calling.

Swearing.

Belittling.

Intimidation.

Threats of suicide and harming others.

Blaming.

Guilt trips.

Manipulation.

Twisting the truth.

Breaking objects.

The Evidence is clear.

Uncomfortable?

You should be.

Someone else knows.

THE. TRUTH. NEVER. LIES!

These are some signs of Domestic Abuse and Violence. It is NEVER OK to talk or behave in an abusive and violent way. NOT EVER!

Here are some questions we can all ask ourselves. How do we talk to our spouse, to our children, to those we love? How can we stop Domestic Violence if we can’t talk kindly to each other and treat each other with respect!

This is a call to everyone, everywhere… to turn back to CIVILITY! Be kind and show respect to one another… starting at HOME! Home is the place that should shelter us from the storms of life, where parents and children should feel love, respect, and security. Together, our commitment to use kind words and actions can help prevent Domestic Abuse and Violence!

For those interested, there is an exceptional article written on abuse, by President Gordon B. Hinkley (1910-2008), The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. You can link to it here.
http://www.lds.org/general-conference/2002/04/personal-worthiness-to-exercise-the-priesthood?lang=eng


Written by Shaniel's mother, Carol
October 8, 2013 

Phone Call

Day 1: Domestic Violence Awareness Month

“Hold your precious ones a little longer, hug them a little tighter, tell them how much you love them. It may be the last thing you do.”

It was early Sunday morning, February 3, 2013. The phone rang. I said “Hello.” No one answered on the other end. It was so quiet, but I felt her. I knew it could be only one person… Shaniel. It was always like that when she needed me, really needed me. I said, “Shaniel, is that you?” She began to cry softy… and then the sobs just exploded… with so much pain. I tried not to cry with her, but my heart was breaking. I knew she was hurting I asked her what was wrong. She said, “I don’t know, but I’ve been crying for two weeks and I can’t stop.” She said she was so lonely. At that moment, I began to cry with her. “Do you need a hug Shaniel?” “Yes!” I couldn’t talk. She couldn’t talk. We were both crying. Oh… how I yearned to reach my arms through the phone at that very moment, pull her close to me, next to my heart, and comfort my crying little girl! Hearing her heart wrenching sobs were more than I could bear. My heart was aching, splitting in two. Shaniel needed her mother, and I wasn’t there. A mother is suppose to chase her children’s fears away, kiss their hurts, protect them, comfort them, and cheer them up when they are sad.

The morning she called, exactly one week before she was taken from us, I was still so very sick. I had just gotten out of the hospital and was still in a weakened condition. I didn’t feel like I could make the 3 hour drive to her house, but told her I would. Being a nurse, her sensibility told her that it wasn’t the best thing I could do. It would be too big a trip for my condition. I asked her if she would go to Aunt (K’s) house. She had always been like a second mother to her, and I reassured her that she would get her much needed hug. And she did! She visited with her aunt and uncle all that afternoon while the kids played in the toys. I was so grateful for a loving sister and brother-in-law that gave my little girl both time and much needed comfort that day.

Had I known that would be the last day I would hold my sweet Shaniel in my arms, I would have done anything… ANYTHING, to be there with her. Life is so precious; so fragile. We don’t know how or when our life, or the life of a loved one, will be taken. So hold your precious ones in your arms a little longer, hug them a little tighter, and tell them how much you love them. It may be the last thing you do.





Written by Shaniel's mother, Carol


October 1, 2013