Last Tuesday after Sarah's wedding, reception, and my speeding ticket, I just climbed in to bed exhausted mentally and physically. Then I got this text:
"Oh T. You are about his [Marcel's] best friend. Jake just died.
He hung himself. I am sorry to have to tell you. But go help them."
Needless to say I jumped back out of bed and got dressed, grabbed Lori and headed to De Roest's new home in Cedar Hills. We had to go around the stretcher on the front walkway to get in to the home and the police were still all there. Edna had been suffering from kidney stones for two days and was still in pain. Thankfully Joseph was there with Lisa along with Chance and Mike Hatch. We sat with them for awhile while the police were interviewing and then I got up and did dishes, and then went upstairs to be with Edna. We folded laundry in the guest room while they moved by us to remove Jake's body. Linda Judd came as the police were finishing up and I got all the information from them for Edna because she wasn't processing it too well. I wrote it all down and put it on their fridge so they'd have it. Their new bishop (who was only called a month ago) stopped by. He ended up giving Edna and Marcel a blessing. I had just been shaking when we first arrived while sitting there from the shock, but it went away as I started moving around trying to help.
I made the mistake of going in to work the next morning after just a few hours of sleep. I cried. Multiple times. In front of different co-workers. Amy Morby called me and asked where I was because Edna thought I was going to be by to go to the mortuary with them. I had made arrangements for Linda to be the one to go for that, but after Amy said again that Edna thought I'd be there, I said I was on my way. After crying one more time in front of my boss as I asked to leave, I headed straight there. I helped Edna and Amy go through pictures for a video for Jake's funeral, looked for his social security card, cleaned his room and fixed the shelves in his closet that had broken (difficult moment!), picked up lunch, went with De Roests and Linda to the mortuary and planned the services, wrote Jake's obituary, picked out his casket, etc. I also got information for Marcel and Edna on life insurance, called back and forth with the old ward's bishop and Relief Society president and the new ward's bishop and Relief Society president, arranged the luncheon for after the funeral, called and scheduled the stake center, got ahold of President Woahn to see if he could conduct the graveside service, and ran interference for the De Roests with all the family members contacting them. Dean Cook drove up that afternoon and stayed until the evening. President Woahn stopped by and ended up giving Marcel another blessing. That really seemed to be the turning point between feelings of despair changing to hope. He talked about the family members that were there to greet Jake on the other side, spoke about grief being natural but that guilt isn't and went into reasons on why Marcel and Edna shouldn't feel guilty. He also blessed their home and cast out any evil spirits or feelings that may have entered there. He said many other things and it was probably one of the most beautiful prayers I've ever heard. After he left, we sat and reminisced with Dean and shared memories of his son Thomas and Jake. Nola Call arrived and others came and went. We actually were able to laugh as much as we were crying and I even plucked Edna and Marcel's eyebrows while we were all sitting there. Lori brought by dinner and I stayed as late as I could before having to go home and catch up on sleep. I definitely had a no-sleep and crying headache by the time I went to bed! I tried describing the day to a coworker later and all I could say was that it was the best worst day. So hard, but good at the same time thanks to the blessing. Ann said later in the week that you could feel the spirit in the home and I know it was thanks to what President Woahn said.
I went in to work on Thursday and was able to keep it together this time and not cry in front of so many people. Amy and I were working on quite a few of the funeral plans still, getting pall bearers, planning the life sketch, musical number, video, and prayers. I still had calls going back and forth with the two different wards arranging the luncheon. Jason had arrived at about 1:30 that morning so he was there to help with some of the different things going on. I went to the De Roests after work again to help Amy with the life sketch. She had written a huge part of it earlier that morning and did a really good job with it. Merlyn and Jeannine came over bringing almost an entire kitchen of food, and Mady was able to come over too. We played some games with her to finish up the day.
Friday was another work day, followed up with going to De Roests again. I had made more calls all day and it was actually pretty restful going there. We played games again into the wee hours (1 a.m.! Thanks to Marcel taking a three hour nap until about 8 p.m. He finally caught up on some of the sleep he missed.) Saturday was the Strawberry Days parade. I got up just to see the start of it since Karen's husband Jeff Allred was one of the grand marshals and their family was in the parade. Amy Felix came by and I left with her to go to a late lunch and to watch some VM. We also went and picked up a huge plant basket for the funeral. Last Tuesday was a bad day for Amy too. Her bank was robbed by three men armed with a gun, tasers, and pepper spray. They had everyone get down on the floor but her and made her go with them to the tills until they found out she couldn't help them. Fortunately a teller spoke up and they made her open the till instead of Amy. Her work made her speak with a therapist after for the trauma. I headed to the De Roests again that evening. Jenica was able to fly into town and Marcel picked her up from the airport. Jason was at the rodeo with Joseph's kids, Amy, and Shaylee. Those of us there finished plans again and then played more games. It helped to keep things lighter for Marcel and Edna I think.
Sunday there were more visitors at the De Roests. Murray and Kathy Murdock came, Bishop and Sister Cook, Dana and Deborah, etc. One of the visitors who came by offered to pay to upgrade Jake's casket. When I saw them again the next day at the mortuary I lost it and really started crying when I hugged the wife, knowing what they'd done. It was the casket we'd looked at earlier but couldn't afford so we'd gone with a cheaper model. It was really nice of them and unexpected. I painted Edna and Amy's toe nails that evening so they'd look nice and feel good for the funeral.
Monday all the plans came together. I stopped by the police station to pay my ticket and register for traffic school then headed to the mortuary. We were able to get the video playing and arranged the flowers and plants that were arriving and put the pictures out. I had made the programs for Jake and had them to pass out at the grave. Lots of family and friends came by. Even some of Marcel's side. Everyone didn't really leave after either so that when we gathered for the family prayer, they all just crowded closer and joined in before we headed over to the cemetery. Jenny brought her violin and played prelude music while everyone gathered at the cemetery. Amy did great on the life sketch and when they opened it up for remembrances, I went up and read the memories Jodie had sent me of Jake. The luncheon went well too. Lots of people had given me cards for the De Roests or money so after the luncheon I went to the bank then home to change and put everything together. Jason called and wondered where I was (I think they got used to me being by each day), so I headed up there and they opened all the cards they were given and we played a couple of games. It ended up being another best worst day.








