Ramone was the most amazing car that anyone could ever have. He died of natural causes at roughly 4:30 pm on Friday, September 23. He was a loyal car, and would do anything to help people. He liked to kiss other cars in parking lots. He had fabulous taste in music, including loud,soft and everything in between. He was a fast moving person and was always moving. He was not content to sit still. Lots of memories were had with Ramone and he will be greatly missed. Ramone is survived by his mom, Clara Dahl. His uncle David Dahl, His auntie Nolle Ercanbrack and multiple other friends. His life celebration will be held Friday September 30th at 5:30 pm. Please wear all black, as that was his favorite color. So much so, that he had his body that color.
The Program is as following:
Opening Remarks: Charles Frelen Dahl
Hymn: Go ye now in peace
Opening prayer: Nick David Killpack
Memories: Nolle Belle Ercanbrack
Special Musical number: David Charles Dahl on the trumpet
Memories/eulogy: Clara Toni Dahl
Closing remarks: Nate Paul Killpack
Closing prayer: Kim Groscost Dahl
Closing hymn: Tarzan and Jane: by aqua
Pallbears: Nathan Killpack, Nick Killpack, Charles Dahl, David Dahl, Joe, Kyle Raines, Nathan Knowles
In lieu of flowers, Ramone loved roses, daisies, and sunflowers.
Yes, I know. How many times can I bring up one song? Alot. Because I am not kidding when I say that you need to listen to it.
I have concluded why people don't like me anymore. Multiple options.
Q #1. How did I become suddenly avoided?
A. I have Cooties
B. People are just jealous of my genius
C. I have scurvy
D. I am a sexy 16 year old Grandma
E. All of the above
Answer : E
I just can't help it. What can I say? I'm pretty dang awesome. And yeah I am allowed to say that, because confidence is sexy. But even though I know I'm awesome, it hurts to know that there are people who don't think that I am. Just last week, I thought life was perfect. People liked me, and alway's wanted to go to lunch with me. Oh Clara, let me talk to you! You know now I don't have a car anymore its different. Those people who were my "best friends" don't even talk to me anymore. It hurts, it really does. But then theres that one person who still loves me. I can count the number of people I can truly trust on one hand. And you know what, I feel more fulfilled with that small number of true friends. Then I ever did with that high number of fake friends. Yes, I may not go to a party every friday and saturday night. But I am gonna be roasting marshmallows with the people who really love me. Crazy, it is lonely, but I also feel more known. Now I'm trying to make more friends, and it turns out all of the people I judged as below me, ugly, freaks, different, fake they're actually pretty dang cool. I can see this working out for me. Because life always goes on. Words. Why should they mean anything? How come the word weird doesn't mean perfect? Because lets be honest, how many times do you want to be with someone who is just normal? I want to be with people who can make me laugh, see the positive in everything, and don't judge others. I want someone who will wear a fanny pack out in public, Roast marshmallows with me, and Wear the clothes they feel like. Someone whose best accoplishment is being able to say the alphabet backwards, and will interpertive dance in a soccer field.
"Normal is just a setting on the washing machine"
This is a part of my modernized book of mormon stories dance. Maybe some day I will post a video of it to bless your lifes. As it is, you shall have to be content with the picture
I'm so sick of normal. Sick of trying to be the person others want me to be. I'm a unique person. Everyones the same it feels like. There's a mold everyone tries to fit into. Why? Don't you want to be your own person? Why would you ever want to be anyone else?
Be your own person! Don't be a washing machine!!!!
I'm awake at 1:00 in the morning listening to white dress by ben rector(his voice is heaven on earth, its like a certain inappropriate "O" word for your ears)...I might have a crush on him. You know, I think it could work between us. We believe in the same things, look good together, and both believe in love. I just have to meet him.
Oh and today I couldn't get any kids in the game of life in adult roles, so I kidnapped.
Sometimes I wish I could know who I was going to marry, and not have to deal with all of this wondering.
anyway..I am up doing accounting online. Yay for missing school. Thought of the night.
Love makes the world go round...well love and gravity.
I'm going to write tomorrow:)
Yes I would also like to say that life is now complete due to the fact I got my j-dawg:) Beef with onions,special sauce, and pickles.
What I am doing right now? Im sitting on my roof with listening to nevershoutnever. Okay, How the heck is this relevant at all? This is just a simple everyday doing. You know I suppose its not that exciting to anyone. This is so amazing to me. Know why? Because yesterday I was driving with Lauren and Presley my car. A 2008 black pontiac grand prix that I lovingly named Ramone. We were on our way to Gen-X(yes the ghetto store) to see if they had any shiny gold leggings. Were just school spirited girls, what can I say? We were crossing the street at Carterville and 800 south. I checked across the intersection. All clear. Its about half way down a hill, without a stop light. I started across the intersection. I look to my left, and coming down the hill is a big red truck. I can't just stop. Because traffic going up the hill would hit me. I push the gas all the way to the floor, and swerve into the lane of oncoming traffic(which thankfully there wasn't any). I blink. When I open my eyes I am going to barf. What the hell just happened? Why did we quit driving? Why are Lauren and Presley crying? My head hurts, and I have blood running into my eyes from my forehead. We got broadsided. By a truck going 65 miles perhour. I got hit and the truck pushed me forty feet. Into a stopsign. Which I knocked over, and blew out my tire. I need to get out of the car. Thankfully Presley is already out. I take off my seatbelt and get out. Oh my gosh, someones dead and it is all my fault. Laurens freaking out. She's the one who got the impact. She is literally touching the truck where the door should be. People start coming over and asked if we were okay. Yes, you know minus the fact we just got broadsided and there's blood all over. They're trying to tell me to sit down. What the hell. SOMEONE NEEDS TO GET LAUREN OUT OF THE CAR! Can you turn off the car? Yes I can and I do. Lauren crawls out by herself. They make Presley and Lauren sit down. Whats your name? Clara. Clara sit down. Its okay, everyones going to be fine. No I am not going to sit down. Your going to pass out. I don't care. I hope I die. I should of been the one that got the impact. I want to die. I am going to kill myself. I am so worthless. Clara, your head is bleeding badly, we need to check you out. No I am trying to die. I don't need help. Everyone is ignoring me at this point. Its hard to be nice to someone who keeps pushing you away. I didn't want help. I feel arms around me. What? Why is someone trying to help me? Don't they realize that I am worthless, Lauren and Presley are so much more important then me. I open my eyes, its a beautiful woman with pigtail braids. Blank tanktop. Leather chaps. Multiple piercings. A kindred spirit. Clara, how does she know my name? Clara you are worth so much. Don't you ever forget how much you are worth. God put you on this earth for an important reason. You are going to go far. You are beautiful. No I am not. Yes you are. Clara, do you write songs? Yes how do you know? who told you? no-one did, I could tell. This is going to be an experience to write a song about . If God thought you were worthless, he wouldn't of let you live through this experience. Clara I want you to look me in the eyes, and promise me this. Remember to breathe when life gets rough, thank God everyday. Because Every day is a blessing. I'd never met this woman in my life before. She is an angel. A real live angel. My guardian angel. Her name is Paula. She is my beacon of hope. I have her to thank. She helped more than the police, firemen, doctors anyone. She's right. God was watching over us in that car. We are all fine. I am going to try every day to prove to God that he made the right decision to let me live on this earth. I'm going to be a better person. I am not done living. I have alot to offer this world. Paula let me sit on her motorcycle and showed me pictures of her kids. Clara you are going to have beautiful children someday, remember that. My dad arrives. Police ask questions, what happened? I tell them. Clara were not going to give you a ticket, we are so glad that your alive. Presley's dad arrives. I look at Presley. She's laughing. What? Doesn't she realize that the whole world is falling apart? How can she be happy right now? Presley smiling will always be a sign of hope to me. I go home. Presley, and Lauren go to the hospital in an ambulance. My dad and mom take me to the hospital to see them. The nurse is a bitch. You can not go and see them. Yes I can! I was in the wreck with them. My dad forces me to go home. I get home, and my head starts to hurt. Back to the emergency room. I got my head stapled, wounds cleaned, and a head ct scan. Fine. Went and got awful waffle. Yum. Lauren was wearing a big optimus prime mask. If it weren't for that mask she would of died. I am so grateful to be alive. That is the reason why sitting on my roof means the whole world to me. I hope I have the opportunity to sit alot more. Thank you God. That is all I have to say.
p.S. Ramones memorial service will be held soon.
Realization. Girls are so hard on their bodies. Me, I don;t like my gut. Its too big and flabby. I'm too pale. My eyebrows aren't perfect. I sweat and smell alot. I have a big nose. I have ginormous thighs. I have no butt. I have yellow teeth. I have cellulite. But the thing is I'm the only person who notices these things. I'm my own worst critic. I don't notise those things on people. So people probably don't notice them on me. I have stuff wrong with me. But I'm perfect. I'm exactly the way I am supposed to be. The people who love me accept me, and I should too. I have an amazing gift with making other people feel good about themselves. I make friends easy. I believe in God. I have good nailbeds. I have small hands which are good for guys to hold. I have long eyelashes. I have healthy shiny curly hair. I have beautiful gray/blue/green big almond shaped eyes. I have rosey cheeks. I have arms and legss. I have lips that are perfect. I have ears that work. I am beautiful. And so are you.
I'm Sitting in study hall at Orem high right now. You know 8:21 in the morning, and I feel like its going to be a bad day. No, I have absolutely no idea why. Maybe because I slept in late, dropped my phone down the stairs, and couldn't get my hair to cooperate whatsoever. But instead of focusing on the negative, I'm going to try and focus on the positive. Positive #1. Yeah....nothings coming to mind. I get to see my mommy today:)
Positive #2. I get to see that one boy today. I'm continually surprised everytime he wants to spend time with me. Because I'll admit, I'm a hard person to be around.
Positive#3. I'm SWITCHING out of spanish!!!!! HELLO POSITIVE!!!!
Positive #4. Lunch...whatever it will be, its gonna be good.
Positve # 5. I'm wearing a leather jacket....okay really not important but it makes me feel bad a**. Which according to my 79 year old bompa I am. More than the kids in the hood.
You know maybe today won't be such a bad day today after all....wish me luck!
P.S. If someone wants to lighten my day........be nice to other people. Especially the people you hate.
Seven year old Vivian and Three year old Grant. My niece and nephew:)
No good pictures yet!
I might be biased but these ARE the cutest kids EVER.
Where Are we supposed to be looking!?
I love little kids. Probably because I think like one. I get excited over small things. Such as a baby animal. A fish. A new friend. A good book. Seeing a cloud shaped like an animal. I believe in wishes. I wish on dandelilons. I wish on 11:11. I wish when I drive through a tunnel. I wish on stars, planes, and ufos. I wish when my ski lift chair stops under the wheels at my favorite ski resort. Not all of my wishes are sensible. But I mean each wish with my heart. I wish to be happy. And I wish everyone else to be happy. I care more about others being happy then I care about myself being happy. I wish on wishing wells and rivers. I believe water holds magic. It is so relaxing and when I see water I want to touch it. Be it a river, the sea, or a fountain in someones yard. I touch it and I feel relieved. Like I have no troubles in the world. And that everything is going to be okay. Because I know from experience that everything does turn out okay. It might not be what we want but it is whats going to help us. I know trials are hard, ive had my share of them. Theres been times where I was sure that I couldn't get through them but I did. Im glad, because now I can be empathetic towards other people. I know I can get through anything. Be it big or small. I have accomplished so much in my short lifetime and I know that I will definitely accomplish more.
I know everyone has something special about them. Just like there is always good about someone. When I meet people I always believe the best in them. Because I know that I'm not perfect and I will be the first person to admit that. I believe we can only judge if we are completely perfect, so I am in no position to judge others. I'm afraid of judgement. I can be shy and put walls up. But im learning that its important to show your true self to others. I don't want people to like me for someone who I pretend to be. I want them to like them for me. I want someone who doesn't care about my actions but who cares about the intentions of my heart. I know that im stubborn, I like things my way. But nobodys right all the time. We all need to be humble and take advice that others give us. Sometimes people know things about us that we didn't know about ourselves. They tell us the things that will help us grow as a person, but we don't want to hear it. If we accept that were not perfect and have flaws what they tell us to do will help us. Helping people is one of the best things that you can do in life. Always help wherever you are. Look for ways to help. It doesn't have to be big, just smiling at someone can change their life. Trust me. I know.
Take time to write letters. Maybe a letter you write will save someones life. Love everyone around you. I try too, I don't care about religion, race, job status, money or anything else. Because if you strip away all of our labels we are all the same. We just want to have somebody to love, and to be loved. Its really hard to love everyone. Especially the people who hurt you. Even if they did it on purpose. Just love them. I know that its hard. You don't know what trials they have going on in their life. Sometimes people hurt others for no reason. And that somehow makes it more hurtful. I don't know why they do it. And I don't know how to justify their actions. I wish I could stop people from hurting others. But I can't. And I don't know how to help everyone who is hurt. But I can make sure to not hurt people myself. But Trust me even the happiest looking person with a smile on their face has had a hard day. Day. I like the day, but I love the night. The night is when I feel like myself. I can stay up writing,or reading,or playing guitar. I feel like im intune with myself. I don't have outside negative influences pressuring me to be something im not. And you know what, I like myself a lot better during the night then during the day. Im gonna have to work on letting the night girl out during the day. Because trust me shes amazing.
Speaking of amazing is that one special person. The one who I stay up thinking about all the time. I hear his name and I smile. I don't have to be anyone else around him. Im just me. The night me. I hear a love song on the radio and I automatically know that its written just for me and him. He makes getting lost an adventure. Watching a movie I've seen a million times, is so much better. Because he is the boy sitting next to me. I'm 99.7% positive he likes me too. We laugh when were together. I love to laugh. Theirs something good about it. Like super good. It never fails to put me in a good mood. When I was little I used to love mood rings. Theyd change colors when my mood would change. Now I know that it doesn't exactly work like that. But its nice to believe it. I have all types of moods during the day. Happy, sad, content, jealous, humble, conceited,hopeless, hopeful, loving, loved, worthless. Thats just a normal day for me. And I wouldn't have it any other way, all of these emotions remind me that I am human and a strong one. And I know my life is crazy but I love it. I know I would never get anything done if I didn't have motivation. And ive come to realize that it can't be someone else telling you what to do. It has to be you. Make your own decisions. Never let anyone control you. Control. I like when things go my way. But unfortunately the world doesn't agree with me on that. Sometimes me and my best friend don't agree on anything. Ill tell you about him. Hes five years younger then me. Never fails to make me smile. Smart. Handsome. Witty. Caring. Always looking out for others. I just got extra lucky because he happens to be my brother as well as my best friend. I know that life is supposed to be fun. And I see the whimsical side of things. I use my imagination. I make up stories. I think of different ways to see things. And my view is pretty good. They say its always greener on the other side. But why do we have to go somewhere? Why cant we just make out own side green. We've been given the colors, its up to us to use them. Life wants us to forget who we are. But we need to stay true to ourselves. And thats important. Because when all the walls fall down and the labels are taken off we have ourselvers. And thats whats going to save us. I know who I am. And I like her. And she is who I will stay.
