Remembrance Walk

Beautiful memories of my daughter inspire me to speak out, educate, help, and share her story...

Shaniel's Story

Her story ended tragically. Too soon. She was the victim of domestic violence. It was an

evil, selfish act. Her husband took her away from her children. Her family. All those who loved her. Shaniel did not die in vain. She left a legacy of love and beautiful memories of a life well lived. Her death has inspired us, her family, and so many more to stand up and advocate against domestic violence. 

A remembrance walk will be held in honor of Shaniel Donaldson on Saturday, April 25, in Price, Utah. It will start at 10:00 a.m. at the Price River Walkway. The walk is hosted by Miss Carbon County, Celeste Smith.

Shaniel was my daughter. My beautiful daughter! She was also a mother to four beautiful children, a sister, granddaughter, aunt, niece, friend, and nurse. She had so much to live for. She had so much more to do in life. I miss her every single day. I love her. All those who loved her and had the privilege of knowing her miss her. 

Domestic Violence is an evil sickness sweeping every community across the nation. It affects everyone. We need to become pro-active in spreading the harmful and often times fatal effects of domestic violence. We need to do our part in stopping behaviors of domestic violence. It must start in every home. Abusive tendencies and behaviors should not be tolerated in any way. 

To read more on this event click on the link below

http://www.castlecountryradio.com/Miss-Carbon-County-Hosts-Walk/21412420

In loving memory

Shaniel Kaye Donaldson (1980-2013)

Writing prompt #4: Write a blog post inspired by the word: inspired

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Quotography: cuckoo

"...a voice so thrilling ne'er was heard in spring-time from the

cuckoo-bird, breaking the silence..."   William Wadsworth

I've never hear a real cuckoo-bird, but I am reminded every single day what it sounds like when it sings. We have a cuckoo clock from the Black Forest of Germany, where the cuckoo-bird is prevalent. Every hour the cuckoo-bird comes out of it's door to sing the time. If I ever go back to Europe in the spring-time I will have to listen carefully for the song of the cuckoo-bird.

Easter

We have a tradition at our house on Easter. It's centered around the kids... from youngest to oldest! Everyone participates in this fun event. What do we do?

Roll colored Easter eggs down the hill.

The eggs are boiled, colored, and carefully placed in the grass filled wooden bowl. We sit them on the counter for all to admire while we eat dinner. Afterwards, we have an Easter egg hunt. Then, at the conclusion of the hunt, the kids get their colored eggs and roll them down the grassy hill in front of the house.

All fun and games... rolling, chasing... rolling, tumbling... 

Until... crash! It wasn't the bump on Emmy's behind that hurt. It was the egg that cracked!

Such a sad little face.

The last thing little Em expected was a broken egg. She went to big sister for sympathy. She told her sad, sad, story.

No promptings here! Big sister made it all better and traded her unbroken egg for the broken egg. What a joy to watch. I'd say that was the truest kind of sisterly love! 

All's well that end's well!

Writing prompt #2: Easter recap.

Writing prompt #4: Write a blog post inspired by the word: break

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