Saturday, June 19, 2010

Rainy Days

C Words and Music by Cheryl Faye Larson Huntington, June 2010.
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When I was just a boy,
My play outside was such a joy.
I’d pet the dog and ride my bike,
I’d climb the tree and fly my kite.
Unaware of danger near,
I kept right on, without a fear.
Life was good, and I was free.
Sunshine’s rays did smile on me.

But on those days when it grew dark,
My Mom would call, “Come inside, Clark.
A storm is brewing in the sky!”
Soon came the thunder’s roar
And lightning’s teeth outside my door.
I pressed my face to the window pane
And watched the falling rain.

Then Mama’d come and take my hand
She’d tell me, “Clark, my Little Man,
I promise that the sun will shine again.
I know it’s hard; it isn’t fun
To leave your toys today, but Son,
We’ll wait together ’til it’s done.”

She said, “This storm will surely pass.
Keep looking through this dismal glass,
And God will paint a rainbow,
bright and vast.
She told me about the pot of gold
We couldn’t see or really hold
And I believed the things that Mama told.

She taught me how to watch and wait;
That wishes don’t determine fate.
She built in me a true and lasting faith.
I understood her words so plain.
We pressed our faces to the pane.
Together, we watched the falling rain.

When I was twelve years old,
The rain beat down so fierce and cold,
And in that storm my precious father died!
My family knelt down and cried:
The rain outside fell from our eyes.
But we held hands through our pain
And watched the falling rain.

When I was twenty-four,
A final storm beat down on my door:
I could not tame that raging tide.
Despite attentive, loving care
And a world of faith and heart-felt prayers,
I said, “Alright: I’ve lost this fight.”
And I died that rainy night.

And as my Spirit took its flight,
I soared above the clouds in sight!
The One who held me close in His embrace
Said, “Now my Son, your mission’s done:
New life for you has just begun!”
With super speed we flew beyond the sun.

I looked below to see the earth:
The planet of my mortal birth.
I sent my love to everyone down there.
I saw it then: the rainbow’s end;
The pot of gold around the bend.
There we stopped, and I listened
to my Friend:

“The things your Mama taught to you
Are precious, Son, and they are true!”
Just wait right here, inside these
Pearly Gates.
And then I saw him, face to face:
My smiling father! We embraced!
There is no more falling rain!

We’re alright, no storms in sight!
No more rainy days and dreary nights.
No more rainy days—
Rainy days – and lonely nights!

South Dakota Funeral

I haven't been able to bring myself to go back through these days in such detail as this. They were hard to live the first time but surprisingly, listening to the audio has been very comforting now that some time as passed and my heart is not so tender. Tears of missing and longing and remembrance fall rather than tears of sheer pain.

South Dakota Funeral
Eulogy read by Kristin Purles. Once a hero always a hero. He didn't realize his powers. He had to magnify them and learn how to use them which he did in the last year of his life. He had the get away car, his Dodge Charger, and his loyal side kick, Hemi. Some of his powers were bravery - surgeries, test, biopsies, never showed fear; selflessness - Myls said he was fighting just as much for all of us as for himself; humility - He came into fame and attention without even knowing it. Clark was told he was famous in Watertown and he was so puzzled as to why; patience - He endured so much and he endured it well. He endured everything without complaint. He was a good example and restored our belief in the goodness of mankind. People swarmed to help, offered prayers and services.

I regret not telling him that I love him more. I expressed love for my family. How comforting it was to look up and see a group of big tall strong men walking toward me in the hospital.

Enos 1: 27 And I soon go to the place of my rest, which is with my Redeemer; for I know that in him I shall rest. And I rejoice in the day when my mortal shall put on immortality, and shall stand before him; then shall I see his face with pleasure, and he will say unto me: Come unto me, ye blessed, there is a place prepared for you in the mansions of my Father. Amen.

Bruce Larson - Clark had a way with people and was always looking for friends. If you took the time to shake his hand, he had you right where he wanted you and you couldn't get away without being his friend. I know that Jesus wept. I was with Clark when his spirit left his body and I wept. We have a Father in Heaven, we are children of God. He sent his only begotten son to atone. Because of our Savior, He overcame the grave. He took the sting out of death and saved us. I know that day will come for everyone that we will be resurrected. When that day comes for me, I will be able to put my arms around Clark, and once again I will weep and my tears will fall on his back, this time they will be tears of happiness.

Clark's first day of work in Utah.We were asked to work all night. Clark turned pale and gave his first excuse that he had to unpack his suit case. Then said he had to paint his bedroom.We had supper and talked and worked all night together. That young man eventually became my boss. He was a hard worker and was honest. I worked coast to coast in heat, cold, and rain with Clark. Shared stories of Clark getting stuck 300 ft up on a tower and being rescued by Aaron and another of accidentally dropping something from the top of a tower and starting a fire in Idaho big enough to bring several firetrucks, a helicopter, and the news.

Sometimes Clark was a big goofball and referred to a lot of people, especially me, as a goofball. Building a tower in Montana, he used a two pound hammer to get a bolt, wound up but didn't move his finger out of the way. Logan and Clark made a plan to get the swelling down. They got a drill, put on a bit. Logan held the drill and pulled the trigger, Clark pressed his finger into the drill, the bit caught and Clark's arm twisted all around. Blood squirting and they had succeeded. They were happy.

Heavenly Father has given us prayer as way of communicating with him. Grateful for all the prayers given in behalf of Clark. Clark touched many lives during his illness. It was because of your prayers that Heavenly Father prolonged Clark's life for a time. I believe in my heart that Clark did more in his sickness as an example to us than I've ever seen. He stopped in one day and I asked, "How are you feeling Clarky?" "Pretty good for as sick as I am." The last day I visited him in the hospital, he was resting and Drs came in to do work. Clark woke up and looked at them and said, "What are you doing here? Are you worried about my health?"

Refereed to the picture on the back of the program. Clark's funeral was June 19, Clark's dad died June 20. Can you see the happiness on Jim's face? Never seen his dad's face happier. We cannot reach the fullness of joy in mortality. When he calls us home, we reach that fullness of joy. This is one of the happiest father's today. He has his son back with him. We are all born and we all die. We all die so we can live. Our father will call us home and we will have joy. I miss him dearly already. A guy who worked with Clark said, "Because of Clark I hugged my kids and told them that I love them like I've never done before." Clark Kimble is as super man. One more word that starts with S that would fit him appropriately that word is special because he is. I don't know how he did it but he did it with dignity. Grateful for Savior and atonement.

Ricky Lueck - I got to know Clark very well through his life and through working with him. Clark loves to dance and loves listening to music. Clark wanted to go to Tiajuana so we walked around, found a dance and had a great time. On the drive back, cop cars pulled us over. Clark had a giggle and a chuckle. We had a whole scenario worked out but police found the carpenter's knife as a weapon. We were hands up on the truck and Clark was looking at me with this smirk and I said, "Clark, this is not the time to smirk. We aren't even in our own country." The cop said, "You guys are going to jail" and I said, "No we're not" and we went into a staring contest as Clark is giggling. We luckily got away but a week later Clark had the audacity to say, "Hey Ricky, do you want to go to Tiajuana?" I said, "Clark, I'm never going there again. I'm not going." We went to Tiajauna again. And I kid you not, after the dance, driving back across the border, almost, and we got stopped again, had to get out of the truck, put our hands on the truck, again. As Clark's looking across from me I said, "Oh isn't this familiar." Those were the adventures that Clark had. He liked to get out there and live life.

He was a great persuader. The only person ever to persuade me to shave my head. All of a sudden Clark said, "Let's shave our heads." I said "No way, I'm not going to shave my head." Thirty minutes later my head was shaved. Lots of memories with him, wresting in his family's house on the floor.

He starts a new adventure. An adventure to teach other people about the gospel of Jesus Christ. He lives. His spirit lives. The great blessings that our Father in Heaven promises us that we can be sealed for time and all eternity with the people that we love. I love Clark very much. He was a friend but more he was a brother, and I will always remember him as a brother.

Testify that Jesus is the Christ and he gave us a plan that we can return to live with him again and see our loved ones again.

Eric Larson - Clark and I had a pretty special relationship. Clark's personality was a bit shy but once you got to know him that went away, and a smile went upon his face. His first day of work, I was the guy on the tower with him that night after he'd worked all day. He looked so young. I asked him how he liked it. He said, "I don't like this every much at all." I thought in my mind, "Well this is his last day." He was very successful in what he did. I gave his some very difficult tasks to do that experienced people could not and would not do. That young guy, he could do it. Seldom, he would ask questions, and he would listen, and he would understand, and he would follow.

When we were in Florida working, we wanted to spend some time on the beach on the water. We worked first, got our job done, and we were hungry. Of course we hit the Burger King, you know we wanted some good food! Whoppers, Double Whoppers, extra cheese, fries, super size it if you can. We are hungry! Clark comes to the counter and says, "I'll have a side salad and an ice water." I look at him and think, "That guy's gotta be jokin'. I know he's hungry." I ask, "Clark, why don't you eat? We're going to be out there for awhile." His peers are standing there and he tries to speak real quiet and says, "I don't want to look bloated at the beach." I never stopped laughing about that. Back to the beach, it's time to start snorkeling. We're looking for creatures and critters and sure enough we come upon a jelly fish, a small jelly fish. I heard a scream under water, and sure enough by the time I poked my head up Clark was half way into shore already. I didn't know you could scream under water so loud.

Clark was very helpful. He would do anything for anybody. Being the way I am in the water I got stung by a jelly fish that day. Clark being pretty educated, he knows the first aid techniques for jelly fish stings, or what people say. I come in and my shoulder is pretty swelled up. Clark, he's ready to help. I said, "What are you doin?" "I heard peeing on ya helps it." I said, "No thanks. I'm willing to take my chances." He wanted to help.

I love my cousins. I really loved Clark. He taught me a lot. Honesty is a big one. I remember Drs coming in to ask medical questions. I would always stand up to excuse myself so he could talk honestly. He was never afraid to tell the truth. He would come into work and he would talk, tell me about his weekend. He had fun most of the time, or a bad weekend he would tell me. Music and downloading songs. Find free downloads. Not the most honest thing. I'm really going to miss that. Miss seeing his fingers on the keyboard and on his phone texting. I too had the opportunity to be with him that last day. I could hardly speak. One thing that gives me comfort is to know that all he did is leave his temporary home. He is home. He is gone from us but he is alive.

A letter that my 8 year old son wrote. Clark even touched lives of children. He came into me late one night after Clark had passed away and asked me to read this. "Every time I close my eyes I think of Clark. Clark was a brave young man til he died June 11 2010 he was 24. He was really healthy. Every time I think of his tears fall down my face. Clark was a hard worker. Something attacked his liver, then he had to have a bmt but he did not have enough money so he died but he's in heaven now so no more pain. That's a good thing. We all call him Super Clark now. He's a good man. Clark is my hero in many ways. The end."

Ryan Yoder - He's my first brother. Clark's a special boy to me. Clark couldn't really make you mad, you couldn't pick on him because he'd do whatever you wanted him to. He was very very easy to get along with and easy to talk to . The day he called me to tell me he was sick, with the crude family jokes we have, I would call him up and say, "Is it liver die?" Every day I called him it was liver. We prayed and prayed for him to get a liver. it was to allow this last year to really get to know Clark. He traveled and we lived pretty far from each other. This has brought us very close together I am so thankful that this liver allowed us this time with him. My family means so much to me. It's so awesome having a big family. Clark will always be with us. Clark we love you very much and we will see you again some day.

Bjorn Kimble - I don't have much to say but what I can say I have written in poem.

The yellow skinned boy was awaiting a new liver
Each day that went by his body grew sicker and sicker.
Finally the answer came and was being air delivered.
The operation was started without even a thought or a quiver
After some time he rose to his feet
That last Christmas with my brother felt so special and sweet
Not long after you were back to the beeping monitors and pain
feelings of helplessness were showered on everyone like clouds of rain
Clark's life was too valuable and short for a price
Boy, that man's decision sure wasn't very nice.
The passing was hard but I felt as if it wasn't real
This day has brought the toughest pain I've ever had to feel
I'll think of you and remember the good times, when I look from afar
Cause the sky will forever be lit by your bright Super Clark star.

Stan Lamb - D&C 42: 45 Thou shalt live together in love, insomuch that thou shalt weep for the loss of them that die, and more especially for those that have not hope of a glorious resurrection.

Quote from Pres Spencer W. Kimble who was the president of the church at the time Clark was born. "We knew before we were born that we were coming to the Earth for bodies and experience, and that we would have joys and sorrows, ease and pain, comforts and hardships, health and sickness, successes and disappointments. We also knew that after a period of life we would die. We accepted all these eventualities with a glad heart, eager to accept both the favorable and the unfavorable. We eagerly accepted the chance to come earth ward even though it might only be for a day or a year."

With the support of each other and our Heavenly Father, we will find a way to go on living without him here on Earth until we can see him again. The analogy of the hand being a spirit and the glove being the body. When we come to Earth, spirit and body come together. When the spirit is taken away, the body becomes lifeless. It doesn't mean that Clark doesn't move. The joy of the plan of salvation is that we know that a time will come when the body and spirit will be reunited, the resurrection. The part of Clark that looked out through his eyes, and allowed him to think, and smile, and act, and know, and be, will come back to his body and will rise again. Inside this chapel, we can't see very far because the walls block our view. We go outside and stand on top of a hill and we can see for miles and miles. The death that Clark has experienced is like him going through the doors, outside on top of that hill, and his view is no longer restricted.

Joseph F. Smith, "While we are in mortality we are clogged and we see as through a glass dark way. We see only in part and it is difficult for us to comprehend the smallest things with which we are associated. But when we put on immortality our condition will be very different, for we ascend into an enlarged sphere."

We will always remember Clark and his infections smile. Some people, it is not possible to talk to them without smiling. Clark was one of those people.
Stephen Huntington and Maze Snittjer performed "Going Home" as was done at Jim's funeral.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

What Exactly Happened?

We were all excited about Clark's slow and steady progress and the tension and anxiety had loosened some. In fact, after spending some precious time with Clark, even laughing about the most recent post I had put on Facebook in which I asked if anyone had connections with Obama to fly Wyatt out to Utah in his private leer jet, I can still see Clark's crooked little smile and chuckle. I recall that earlier in the night, while talking in his sleep, he said, "I gotta buy my mom a rosebush. She loves them for Mother's Day." We actually felt like celebrating that night because he was only on 30% oxygen and had hopes that by morning he would be accepted back on my insurance at Premier since he is 100% disabled, or that Medicaid would reconsider with Clark's improved health and the pressures of politicians. That's why it was 2:30 in the morning before Huxley, Clark, and I settled into bed. As he dozed away, Clark mumbled, "I've got to go door to door, fundraising. It's my last resort."

At 4PM I was startled awake by Clark's oxygen alarm going off. It seemed a bit different, however it wasn't uncommon for the alarm to sound when Clark was using the urinal. All we had to do was silence the alarm to quite the room. I stood to my feet and said, "Clark are you using the urinal?" He answered, "No" as he pulled the oxygen tubing from his nose and said, "I don't think there's any oxygen coming out of this thing." Meanwhile, I tried to override his alarm but was unsuccessful. I could see Clark's chest rise and fall, working hard to take in air, and the veins protruding from his neck. I turned the nurse call light on and went to the door to see if a nurse was nearby. When she came in, she immediately turned his oxygen to 6 liters, which didn't seem to help. We began to examine the oxygen sensor on his foot, and checked for a kink in the hose. Again, neither were true. By now, the nurse had moved Clark to 100% oxygen. When asked if he felt short of breath, Clark said that he was. By this time, it was approximately 4:30 AM and the nurse felt it was urgent enough to call the doctor in to examine Clark. He called respiratory therapy and they were quickly at Clark's bedside giving him a dilation treatment by mask, followed by a full oxygen mask providing 100% oxygen. Still no relief. It wasn't long before another respiratory therapist entered the room pushing a large machine. He explained to me that he was going to administer pressurized oxygen. They put a Darth Vader mask over Clark's face that forced air into his lungs. I could see him struggling from pain so they couldn't continue. By this time the floor doctor explained that they had called air med and the ICU doctors from the University to assist and were transporting him there by helicopter. I was shaking and had to go to the bathroom. I called Kristin and texted all the boys that things weren't well. It was 5 AM.

As I returned to Clark's room, I noticed that not only his room was filled with medical staff, but the hall way as well. They explained that they had to intubate him. All I could remember was that a nurse had told Kristin just days before that in this state, when a patient is intubated, they usually are never extubated. Huxley and I made our way through the staff to enter Clark's room. I touched his arm and got close to him and asked, "Clark, do you know what's going on?" He answered, "Yes, there are a lot of doctor's in my room." (Clark's last words to us.) I replied, "They are going to intubate you and take you to the University to watch you better." Clark showed no fear, even now.

The administrating doctor explained that Huxley and I should step out of the room because the intubation procedure was unpleasant. He reassured us that we could talk to Clark in a short while. Only minutes later, which seemed like an eternity, Clark was rolled out of his room by air med. I was disappointed to see that he was sedated but it was necessary for the procedure. They gave me a brief moment to kiss Clark on his lips, and even though he was asleep, I told Clark I would be right over to the University to be with him. Even though the two hospitals are connected by a walkway, it was necessary to transport him by air med because it is equipped with oxygen emergency care. The boys in South Dakota were rapidly texting with many questions of concern and by this time Kristin had arrived.

As we hurriedly walked from one hospital to the other, the attending explained that they think Clark either aspirated some fluid or a blood clot hit his lungs. Aspiration didn't make sense because of how Clark acted when it first started, as clueless as we were. If it was a blood clot they would give him blood thinners, which would be a risk with his low platelet count, but it gave us hope. We were escorted to the MICU unit by Clark's attending doctor. We were taken to a nearby waiting room where we realized that last July 28th, it was the same waiting room we nervously sat in at the onset of Clark's illness. The attending went in and came out with the report that they were having trouble getting him stabilized but that as soon as they did, we could come into his room, room 3, exactly the room he was admitted to in the beginning. We were joined in the waiting room by Bishop Sampson and Brother Bule, just as in the beginning. We nervously waited for another update.

A young doctor came in to explain that even with all the medication and equipment, they were still having trouble stabilizing Clark. His oxygen level was declining and his blood pressure dropping. They needed permission to insert an arterial line which monitors blood pressure second by second. He further explained what they expected to happen and what additional decisions we had to make on Clark's behalf. What life saving measures would Clark want? All? None? We told the doctor that we had not discussed this exactly with Clark but that he had once said, "He was willing to go through anything as long as he was alive in the end." The doctor asked if his heart stopped, would we want them to perform CPR. This can break ribs, and even if they did get his heart to start again, he had a close to 0% survival rate. We unanimously agreed that Clark would not want that. He then asked about the level of oxygen Clark was on and explained that it could cause his lungs to burst. To prevent that they would have to puncture his side to release pressure. We unanimously agreed against that also.

Once the arterial line was inserted, we were urgently taken to Clark's bedside. Again, the room and hall were swarming with doctors. As we proceeded to his room with caution, we could see glimpses of Clark through the many people at his side. My son, lay there, swollen and purple. With respect, we were escorted to Clark's side to say farewell. Huxley, my fine young man of 14, struggled greatly at witnessing the passing of his older brother. The beeping of the monitors began to slow, and the work of the medical staff became increasingly intense. Huxley turned his head and buried it in my shoulder, moaning and bawling from deep inside, "Oooooh! Oh my goodness!" as they drew blood from Clark's ventilator to clear the passage way. We called Ryan and put him on speaker phone to say his last words. "I love you buddy. You've fought hard. We're so proud of you." We knew that we were witnessing Clark dying. We held his hands, hugged him, said our final words, I kissed his lips and forehead, rubbed his cheek and held on tight. The doctor then said, "We have a small heart beat. Do you want us to administer fluids and blood." We agreed that we definitely did. We stepped out of the room while they found a better source to do this by.

Now in the hall, we were joined by more family members. We were made comfortable in a conference room nearby where family and friends reverently and solemnly gathered. We were permitted to enter Clark's room, two at a time. . The afternoon was filled with anxious waiting, reminiscent conversation, and deep thought. Back in South Dakota, the boys were doing the same. They had gathered at home and were looking through Clark's photo albums, sharing memories. Also during this time, Huxley, Kristin, and I returned to Clark's side, this time to call Myls, Wyatt, Fletcher, Bjorn, family friend Bart, and cousin Blake. By speaker phone, each said their good-byes. Myls said, "We've been through a lot together. I've always looked up to you. You're nothing short of my hero. I can't wait to see you again." Wyatt struggled for words but said I love you. Fletcher told him that he's a good big brother and a good role model. Blake apologized for not coming out to see Clark and said that he will regret it for the rest of his life. Bart said, "You've fought a good fight. I love you buddy."

While I was in the room alone with Clark, the doctor came in to and explained that Clark's brain had taken a hit earlier this morning, when we thought we'd lost him. During that time, Clark's heart was only functioning at 5% and his brain was without oxygen for 5-9 minutes. The doctor shined a light in Clark's eyes to show me that his pupils were dialated and he didn't respond to the light, indicating severe brain damage. He also explained the same to the room full of family and friends. He said that Clark could be sustained by the meds and machines that he was on but they would be surprised if he survived through the night. They said they would do whatever we wished but that we would just be prolonging the inevitable. We had thought that Clark was still sedated but now realized that he wasn't and his lack of responses was because of the brain damage. It was comforting to feel Clark squeeze our hand when we talked to him, even though we now know it was only reflexes. Bruce and Bishop Sampson gave Clark his final priesthood blessing in which the Bishop said," Heavenly Father is waiting for you. Go to him and find rest."

Kristin, Huxley and I entered Clark's room at about 7:00 PM MST. By this time, Clark was severely purple and extremely swollen to the point that you might expect his skin to explode. Neck and shoulders nearly similar in size because of the days infusions and fluid retention. Facial features had double in size and eyes protruding from pressure. Very hard to watch was the trickle of blood that constantly flowed from his mouth, down is neck and onto his pillow. We assured Clark that he had fought hard. We praised him for the good brother and son he had been. We told him how proud we are of him. We promised to take care of his dog and car. We told him that we had done all we could, he had done all he could, the doctor's had done all they could, and there was no medicine left to help him. I told him it was okay to go to heaven and be with his father. Kristin lay across his chest, hugging him and saying, "I'm sorry I didn't do this more often." She stayed there a moment, listening to him breath his final breaths, feeling his skin still warm, and smelling HIS scent. Unexpectedly we found a doctor by our side. This time offering options that were difficult to make, yet assuring us that Clark's time had come and that it was the machines keeping him alive. The options were to turn off blood pressure medication, pull the breathing tube, or leave the tube and just turn off oxygen and allow Clark to breathe on his own. Pulling the tube was not an option but the three of us agreed that the other two were our choice. These measures would allow Clark to peacefully pass and prevent any additional trauma for Clark and us as his body could not take much more.

We were given our last moments privately with Clark. Then the family and friends were called in from a nearby waiting room. Bishop Sampson offered a prayer for Clark's transition. Included in the room were Kristin and Kellen, Huxley, Bishop Sampson, Bruce and Illa Larson, Kate and Eric Larson and Kate's mom Karla Steck, Kelsey, and myself. We had a few moments of silence and then tapped on the window of his door, signaling to the nurse that we were ready. She first disconnected the blood pressure medicine. Then the oxygen was discontinued. Immediately, Clark's chest rose and fell deeply, laboring for oxygen. The monitors numbers rapidly declined. He inhaled comfortably a deep breath, followed by a long pause, then his final breath was received. The monitor we had been scrutinizing all day, quietly went black. It was then that I watched one final tear fall from Clark's right eye. I cleared it with my left hand, removed my right hand from his arm, and watched his color fade away. Clark had passed with his hand in ours, our hearts in his. We solemnly drew his curtains, left his room, and finally knew he had reached the end of his suffering and was at peace. Time of passing was recorded as 8:22 PM MST, June 11, 2010. Cause of death was septic shock (which is a fierce inferno of infection).

Those of us who had witnessed his death were now outside his room calling or texting that he had passed. I received a text back from Wyatt requesting that we have a family prayer by speaker phone with the boys back in South Dakota. After the prayer, we picked ourselves up, and walked out of the hospital for the last time. In route to home, we traveled through rain the entire way, feeling comforted that it was tears from heaven.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Utah Funeral

Kristin Purles - Reading of Eulogy. It will be hard to feel his absence in our home. We were blessed to have Clark living with us. We learned so much from him, his spirit, his character. I will cherish those memories like going into his room to find Willow sitting on his bed reading him stories and singing him songs. I hope his spirit will always remain in our home and we can continue to live by his example.

Eric Bischke - It's an honor and a privilege to pay respects to one of my dearest friends. Clark is one of those people who everyone wants to be around, is always happy, never has an ill word to say about anybody, always smiling, joking, and treating others with great respect. I am confident that Clark will continue to play a role in our lives. He will warn us of dangers ahead, prompt us to serve those in need, or simply testify truth to us.

I have know Clark since he was 12 years old and have developed a great love and appreciation for him. Clark's email in high school was something along the lines of I didn't know how fitting this nickname would become. Shortly after meeting Clark his father passed away suddenly and unexpectedly. Jim's passing left Clark to help raise the family and he became a father figure. Clark and I held several jobs together. William's Carpet - flexible schedule made it hard to get to work. We had a routine that we stuck to very closely. First to McDonald's for a Big Mac value meal, then to my home for NFL2K on Sega Dream Cast. On days where more work was in store, we fit two or three games in. Despite this, our employers said we were the best tandem they had ever employed.

After high school we moved to Utah and he joined the tower crew. Clark was thrown into the fire but flourished at his job and became crew chief. He always gave his best effort, and never asked others to do a task he wasn't willing to do himself. I never dreaded a day when I knew I'd be working alongside Clark.

Admiral qualities. Have never seen anyone drive him to anger. Kindhearted and all you could hope for in a friend plus much, much more. When working, we picked up a roll of carpet and out scurried a tiny little mouse. I picked up a ten foot cardboard tube, swung at the mouse and somehow I hit it. Clark picked up the mouse and with a tear in his eye uttered the words, "Oh Templeton." The pride I had felt turned to disappointment. I had a better understanding of how tenderhearted Clark was.

When I went to visit Clark in the hospital, I would ask him how he was doing His response never changed as he said everything would be alright. How could he say that? He was battling pain and agony, surgeries and blood transfusions, not to mention the mounds of medications that faced him everyday. He had hope and trusted that God would take care of him. Well, I believe that God has made everything OK. Clark and everyone that loves him did everything humanly possible to keep him here with us, but it was not to be. I know he will never have to take another pill, suffer another surgery, or spend another night alone in his hospital bed. He is now in a perfect form.

Clark has lived a life with faith in our Father in Heaven. He will be resurrected and live with our Father in Heaven again through the atonement of our Savior. Clark we love you and miss you. I know your father Jim was waiting for you on the other side of the veil with open arms in anticipation of finally seeing you again. Super Clark, through your kindness, honesty, humility and love, you have laid a path for us all to follow. Clark, I am grateful for the opportunity to bid you farewell until we meet again.

Bishop Sampson - I didn't want to follow Johny. He came early to practice and I had to go to the other room and cry. On July 28, 2009, my life would start a journey that would last almost a year and change my life forever. I got a call from the Relief Society Pres informing me that Clark was in the hospital. When we got to the hospital, Clark was as yellow as that sheet. I'm just a mechanic and I don't know what that means. I asked Clark if he needed anything and his response was, "No, I'm good to go" and I'm thinking, "Didn't you look in a mirror before you came here?" But that was his response every time until the very last moment.

A lot of spiritual things happened in that hospital. I met Clark's mother for the first time down in the lunch room. I walked in and I'm a young bishop that was way out of his league. Clark needed a liver now or he would pass. The doctor came in and gave us the news that they had a liver. The next day we were in the waiting room. Friday I visited that waiting room and all the memories came back. I see Huxley sleeping on the floor. I see family members coming and going as we waited while they did the surgery. It was a pretty big room and we were in the very back. A lady walked in and looked around, making her way right to the back of the room. She asked, "You wouldn't happen to be LDS would you? Is there anyone here who could give my husband a blessing?" I was volunteered very quickly by the family. As I helped give a blessing to this young man I knew about the power of the priesthood. I left that room knowing that that man would be fine.

As we waited they would call and give updates on Clark's surgery. It went on and on until the wee hours of the morning. Sis Kimble got a call and we hear her scream, a scream that will make the hairs on your head stand up. She told us that they couldn't hook up a main artery to the liver. I remember that I had said, "Don't worry. They will get it." Then I thought, "Why did I say that? They have been working on it for hours." I started to pray to my Father in Heaven that they would get it hooked up. A few minutes later the phone rang and she let out another scream, a happy scream because they got it hooked up. I know that my Father in Heaven hooked that liver up. The doctors came out and they were so impressed with themselves. I hate to tell them it wasn't them. It was our Father in Heaven who guided their hands. It was a wonderful testimony builder of how prayer works in our lives.

Clark had gone a few nights without sleep because he was in so much pain. I got a call asking me to come up to give him a blessing. I asked, "What would you like?" He said, "I would like to be able to sleep." I remember thinking before I gave the blessing, "Do I have the faith that I can give him a blessing that he will sleep through the night." I gave him that blessing and went home and got on my knees. He slept like a baby, I was up the whole night praying. When I called the nest morning they said he slept better then he had in a long time. The power of the priesthood.

A few weeks later, Rhonda put me in charge while they went to South Dakota. This was the most tender time I ever spent with Clark, that time that it was just me and him. They set up a camera so that Clark could see the party. Clark wasn't having a great day and didn't want to do it. I said, "I don't care. I'm afraid of your mom. I'm not afraid of you." Clark's voice was very weak. Clark was telling me what was going on in South Dakota, all the preparations, and about cooking a pig in the ground. When he said it I thought he said he wanted to pee on the ground. I said, "Just go ahead and pee. You've got a catheter." He starts to laugh. We get laughing so hard. Finally I leave the room because every time we look at each other we'd laugh.

We talked about a lot of gospel things. We talked about girls. We talked about cars. There were a couple things Clark wanted in his life. One, a beautiful car, which he had. Two, he wanted a family, which he will have. The other thing he wanted was to be sealed to his family. He talked about that a lot. I never met a young man who loves his family more than Clark did. He loves his sister who took care of him no matter what. He loves his brothers. Everyone of them. It was a wonderful time and I want to thank you for letting me have that opportunity.

One day while in the parking lot of the hospital, talking with his mother, she taught me something that I will never forget. This is how bad I am. Here's his bishop and I ask, "Why?" and it was Clark's mom that reminded me about the plan of salvation. She said, "Remember that we chose all this." Elder Nelson put it this way, "Life does not begin with birth, nor does it end with death. Prior to our birth, we dwelled as spirit children with our Father in Heaven. There we eagerly anticipated the possibility of coming to earth and obtaining a physical body. Knowingly we wanted the risks of mortality, which would allow the exercise of agency and accountability. This life was to become a probationary state; a time to prepare to meet God. But we regarded the returning home as the best part of that long-awaited trip, just as we do now. Before embarking on any journey, we like to have some assurance of a round-trip ticket. Returning from earth to life in our heavenly home requires passage through—and not around—the doors of death. We were born to die, and we die to live. As seedlings of God, we barely blossom on earth; we fully flower in heaven."

I invited him over for Easter. I said, "You might be bored but I guarantee you'll have some good food." It's the best I've ever seen him eat. We decided to play Chinese checkers. Clark shook a lot on all his very many medications. He would go to hit and he would win every game. I think he was cheating. Clark became part of our family. I told his mother the other day that he was my son. He truly was. I was truly honored to be his bishop.

A few days ago in the hospital, Clark went to reach for something and he couldn't get it. I said, "What do you need?" This is the only time I ever heard Clark complain. He said, "I need a new life." I told him it was coming. I know that Clark has a new life. I know he is not in pain anymore. I know that he is working today. When this all started I asked him what he wanted he said, "All I want is to go back to work." Clark is back to work. He is doing his Heavenly Father's work and he will be phenomenal.

To the Kimble family, may I thank you for the time you have allowed me to be part of your family. I know that I will see Clark again and what a glorious day that will be. It will be only a moment in time when I will be reunited with this great man who taught me so much. As a bishop I was told that my first duty was to teach. I don't think I've taught a thing, but I've learned a lot. Clark, thank you so very much.

Monday, June 14, 2010


Funeral to be held in Lehi, Utah, Tuesday, June 15th at 11:00AM at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints - 496 S 2800 W, Lehi, Ut, 84045. A viewing will be held at 10:00AM.

Funeral to be held in Watertown, SD, Saturday, June 19 at 11:00 at the First United Methodist Church - 4 Second Avenue SE. Viewing to be held Friday at the Wight, Comes & Sogn Funeral Chapel from 4-8PM and at 10:00AM on Saturday at funeral location.

You are all invited. You have been with us every step of the way through cyberspace but now would like to have you with us in person as we celebrate Clark's life.

Sunday, June 13, 2010


WATERTOWN, SD - A Watertown family is saying goodbye to a son, brother, and their hero.

Clark Kimble was a 25 year old (24) who enjoyed listening to music and spending time with friends and family. But one year ago his liver shut down and doctors don't know why. After dozens of hospital stays and transfusions, Clark lost his fight. Now four of his brothers are remembering Super Clark.

“I looked up to him and he always looked out for me,” Wyatt Kimble said.

“It feels like someone's being robbed from you, something's being stolen,” Fletcher Kimble said.

“Always my brother, always there,” Bjorn Kimble said.

“The hardest thing for me is knowing that you can't call him. That's the hardest for me, you can never talk to him again, no matter how bad you need him,” Myls Kimble said.

Clark was one of eight children in the close-knit Kimble family.

“I think he was fighting for everybody else not just himself. He knew how much everyone looked up to him and just trying to be a good big brother,” Myls said.

Last July Clark noticed his skin and eyes yellowing, and doctors discovered his liver was failing. They put Clark on the transplant list for a new liver, and a month later that liver came. (It was only a couple days later. That's all the time he had.)

“You never knew that this was going to happen, I mean we figured if he got a new liver everything would be alright,” Bjorn said.

But it wasn't. Clark's body rejected the organ. The next step would be a bone marrow transplant, and two brothers were a match. (His body never rejected the liver. They believe that the virus that initially attacked his liver moved to his bone marrow.)

“Some days you go to bed thinking everything is ok and then the next thing you wake up and things turn for the worse,” Wyatt said.

Medical bills were piling up, and Medicaid denied Clark's request for the bone marrow procedure. For months, the Kimble’s fought three separate appeals, finding out just a week ago that they'd lost again.

“He had to have the worst problems in the world but he handled them better than anybody I know,” Wyatt said.

But his family's love and support wasn't enough to keep him going any longer. Friday evening he died.

“Who knows how long any of us is going to live? And we're going to be a brother short the rest of our lives,” Fletcher said.

“I know Clark wouldn't want us to sit in our rooms. He'd want us out there and keep living,” Myls said.

Now together, they'll remember their big brother, a man they called Super Clark and a super hero.

“It's hard to have anyone gone in your life but you know he's still there and that he loves you,” Bjorn said.

Funeral services are set for Saturday, June 19 at 11:00. Viewing to be held Friday at the Wight Comes & Sogn Funeral Chapel at 4:00.

Funds have been set up for the Kimble family at Reliabank and Plains Commerce banks in Watertown.

Friday, June 11, 2010

At Peace At Last

"Super" Clark Spencer Kimble

July 27, 1985 - June 11, 2010

Clark went to heaven at 8:22 tonight surrounded by family
on both sides of the veil.

Nothing Short of a Hero

Clark was doing great last night as my mom and Huxley stayed with him. He ate a few crackers, drank some water and juice, and talked and laughed. They had just laid down to sleep when Clark's alarms started going off. They tried to silence them but they wouldn't turn off. A nurse came in and immidiately increased his oxygen to 60% but his sats didn't come up. Then to 100% and still no response. Clark was awake and aware but didn't know what had caused this. The room flooded with doctors. Clark was sedated, intubated, and flown by helecopter to the ICU at the Univeristy Hospital, even though the two are connected and you can walk between them. He is currently on the 4th floor in the MICU. It's earie being back here. We are in the exact same place, same room, same nurses, that we started with the first time Clark came here almost a year ago.

They are having a tough time keeping his oxygen and blood pressure up. We were asked that if his heart should stop, would Clark want then to do CPR. We agreed that they should not. Often times ribs break and it causes other damage and he wouldn't want that. The doctor also said that even if they were to get his heart to start again, he has near to 0% survival rate.

Clark is now resting peacefully. He is not responding but we believe he hears us. Family has gathered here in Utah and in South Dakota. We have said our last words and are trusting in Heavenly Father's will for Clark at this time. He's fought a long hard fight and touched more people in the last year than most will touch in their lifetime. As Myls said to Clark, "You are nothing short of my hero. I love you and I can't wait to see you again!"

What can I do?

How grateful we are to have such a force behind Clark. Everyone is asking how they can help and that's exactly what we need. We are trying to figure out the best way to go about fundraising. We have to do it legally considering taxes and write offs as well as being in control of the funds. It's tricky stuff that I don't have any experience with. Keep the fire under ya and we'll let you know how to use it. We will be accepting donations and encourage people to organize their own fundraisers to reach more people. We have designed a T-shirt and will let you know when they are ready to order.

All the requests that have been sent to people of influence are very important too. If you would like to contact anyone, be sure to be polite as you are representing Clark's name. We have been advised to make sure we let them know that this is an emergency situation, we are not going away, we won't take no for an answer, and an appeal is urgent. It also helps to put a face on Clark by stating your relationship and maybe something about his character. Like, "I went to school with Clark and he was always so nice . . . "

This advise comes straight from a senator's office - "I know on Clark's blog, people are asking what they can do to help - what if you had them write letters/emails to you that you could print off and enclose with your appeal letter demonstrating the reasons they want Clark to have this transplant? They could be very powerful letters and would supplement the medical reasons that I'm sure his doctors will talk about."

Donations can be made through Paypal using the button on the blog. Also to the "Save Clark Kimble" account at Reliabank in Watertown. There are donation boxes set up all over Watertown at businesses such as all three Cowboys, two Reliabanks, and LT's liquor with more to come.

If you plan or want to do a fundraiser, please fill out this form.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

More Like You

There is a phenomenal amount of people behind Clark right now. Many who we know, and others who we don't, are offering their money, time, and services to help. There is an incredibly gigantic feet ahead of us that alone, is almost impossible. But with the overwhelming support we have received, I know we can do the impossible. Within a matter of hours, there are fundraisers being organized across the country including the selling or bracelets and T-shirts, benefit concerts, 5k/10k runs, raffles, yard sales, donation boxes, radio adds, and more. What a force you are! I have been so touched by you. I wonder what I would do if I was in a similar situation, having read about a friend or stranger who needed help. I think I would say, "I'm too far away to help," "I don't have enough money to donate," "I wish there was something I could do but I don't know what." Hopefully I will never say those things again. Even though they are true, you have shown me that there is always some way to help. Your example is forever etched in my heart and will move my hands to action. Thank you!

I received a call to day from Orrin Hatch's office letting me know that everyone in their office is aware of our situation. "In fact," she said, "everyone in the state is aware of this situation." She dropped the names of a couple other people in high up places that we have caught the attention of. She said, "I don't know how you're doing this, but you have reached a lot of important people in a short amount of time." I responded, "Just so you know, the few phone conversations with you is all that I have done myself. The rest has been done by the free will of all of Clark's followers." She was very impressed. She said she was just calling to update me and assure me that this matter is not being pushed aside. I said, "Thank you for letting us know that because we have not received even that much consideration in the past. It helps us keep moving."

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

From The Man Himself, Thank You Everyone

Please scroll to the bottom to pause or mute the music before pushing play in order to hear this beautiful message from Clark.

"Hey, my name is Clark Kimble. Thanks everyone for following on my blog. I know it's getting long and extending. Thank you for following and getting to know me more as a person. I hope I, I hope this has inspired your life as well. Thank you."

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Don't Mess!

Clark signed privacy release forms from SD Senator Tim Johnson, SD State Represenative Stephanie Herseth Sandlin, and Utah's Senator Orrin Hatch. SD Senator John Thune's office also gave me a call and offered any assistance they could be. Each office has personally called Kristin and me and have been extremely helpful.

We received Medicaid's disappointing decision six hours ago. We are appealing this denial and we won't take no for an answer and we aren't going away. Since then we've talked directly to Orrin Hatch's office (Utah senator), South Dakota senators John Thune and Tim Johnson and SD Rep. Stephanie Herseth Sandlin, KSL (Utah news station), the Utah Health Policy Project, the head directors of several departments at the Huntsman, and have been told by a senator that this has reached a national level.

Don't Mess!

Strike Three and Medicaid is OUT

Our words are few but the wait with Medicaid is over. Family gathered at Clark's side this morning to hear that Medicaid has again, DENIED Clark's BMT. We were all silent for several moments in deep thought of "now what?" Clark looked at me and asked "what, did Medicaid deny me?" I hesitated to answer him, but found a way to nod my head yes. We are all shocked and disappointed but we aren't giving up. WE WILL NOT GIVE UP!!!

We will need to do fund raisers etc, and do them quick as all money needs to be paid up front before the transplant can happen. We met with the head of the financial department this morning. She said we need to come up with $427,225.00 to even begin and that is only an estimated cost. Clark is currently covered under Medicaid until November of 2010 so this means they are covering all his hospital stays, transfusions, etc. If we self support the finances for the BMT, then anything related to the transplant at all, Medicaid will not cover. Their reason for denial is Clark doesn't meet their criteria for approval. That he is a "rare" case and they can not support the BMT.

Clark had a good night last night. Ryan and Myls stayed with him. His oxygen level has gotten even better over night. They will continue with the same treatment for today. We are waiting to talk to other medical staff today. Meanwhile some of the family members will be heading back to South Dakota today. Huxley and I will stay in Utah to be Clark's constant companions. We are very grateful for Clark's improvements but unfortunately it won't be enough to sustain him without the BMT.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Keep The Faith

Super Clark is fighting many nemesis' right now but none have been able to overpower him. This super hero refuses to be defeated.

Monday's Updates:

  • Clark is holding his O2 sats higher each day. He is now able to wear nasal oxygen rather than the mask. When he takes it off, it's more than 5 minutes before he desats and has to put it back on, yesterday it was only 10 seconds. He has been coughing much less.
  • He is using slightly less pain meds.
  • He hasn't had a fever in days.
  • He held down a banana and a few bites of yogurt and granola.
  • They put a pic line in. When the antibiotics are administered through the veins, it is hard on the veins and they become diluted. Through the pic line they are more effective and get into his system much faster.
  • His lower back and tail bone have been hurting him because he's been in bed for days. He wanted to get up and with assistance, was able to stand and move to sit in a chair.
  • He is very picky about staying shaven so he has been fixated with getting cleaned up. Wyatt shaved him today and he looks and feels much better.
  • The doctors are going to leave his treatment the same for now.
  • Clark tried to get on Facebook but couldn't get logged on before he fell asleep.Brothers passing time in Clark's room. There's a limit to 3 visitors in the room at a time. You can see that we follow instructions well.Wyatt, serving any way he can.Clark, all spiffed up ready for prom. He said he'll have to go in a wheelchair.First time out of bed in days.

Doctors are amazed at how well he's doing so quickly. He has enjoyed having family around. Our spirits are high and our faith is strong. Thank you for your prayers and words of encouragement. It all helps.

Sunday, June 6, 2010


Bishop Sampson was telling me about the special mantel you have over people as part of his calling. He said that the first time he ever saw Clark, he walked into sacrament meeting and sat in the back of the chapel. Out of all the people there, Clark stood out to him. There was spirit to spirit communication and he knew he had to get to know Clark. He said, "There's something about that young man. There's something phenomenal in Clark."

Bishop Sampson's daughter asked him, "Why does Clark have to go through this?" He said, "I thought about it, and the only thing I could think of is so that he can become more like his Father in Heaven."

One Last Fight

We have warned the hospital staff that we have a big family and to expect lots of people here in the next few days. Even with the warning I think they underestimated the Kimbles! Family has arrived and are at Clark's side.

Report from Doctor's Morning Rounds:
We've talked to several doctors who all express their extreme worry because of Clark's condition. He is on as broad a spectrum of antibiotics as exists, without improvements.

  • He has an inflammatory pneumonia that is getting worse. He is on 70% oxygen now and keeping his O2 sats up pretty well with the mask on. When he takes the mask off, he desaturates very quickly. If he needs 100% oxygen, they have to intubate him.

  • He has developed cellulitus which is inflammation of the cells due to infection. He has redness, swelling, and extreme pain in his legs and arms. They have drawn a line around the perimeter of the affected areas to monitor the spreading. Today, it looks slightly better in his legs but much worse in his right arm. If he is going to respond to the most recent antibiotic, they would hope to see the redness improve by tomorrow.

  • His kidneys are also taking a big hit due to the caliber of meds he's on. They don't think that they have any permanent damage and once the meds were reduced or stopped his kidney's should recover and be fine. However, the longer they are insulted the more they will decline.

  • Clark said he ate pizza the night before last but I think that's the last thing he's eaten (besides a piece of dark chocolate that Bishop coaxed him into eating.) He said he wanted Taco Bell last night so we brought him a beefy 5 layer burrito but that went untouched. Jokingly, I offered it to him again this morning, a day old just the way he likes it. His throat has been sore so he ate a popsicle this morning, one bite at a time in between keeping the mask on. He threw it up only minutes later. He ordered biscuits and gravy this morning so we'll see how that goes. He is receiving glucose water through IV but no other nutrition. The two forms, through the nasal passage or directly into the vein, both come with risk of infection, bleeding, and effects to the liver, all of which are very dangerous to Clark. They will discuss what to do about this if/when the time comes.

  • His mouth has been dry and he had black sores on his tongue and lips. We're offering him water, brushed his teeth and tongue a few times, and keep a mouth lubricant on them so this looks better today.

  • He has been having terrible reoccurring nightmares. He said that he is in a dark hole looking up. He can see lots of people standing around looking down on him and crying. Then a door shuts and everything goes black and he realized that he's in his coffin. The doctor said the nightmares are a side effect of a medicine but I know how real dreams can feel and that would be awful. Especially when what you wake up to is laying in a hospital bed, alone. I stayed the night with him last night and didn't notice that he'd had a nightmare.

  • His eyesight in his right eye is a little better today. Doctors said that he has a retinal hemorrhage and that the bleeding may be lightening up since his vision is improved.

  • He has had reoccurring fevers for a few nights that have kept the doctors concerned. However, last night he did NOT have any fevers! Whoo Hoo!

  • We are seeing effects mentally as well. He is very dozy, in and out of sleep within minutes. He cannot focus or concentrate on anything for very long. He speak coherently and is very bright even telling me the exact cost of his Taco Bell order, then will train off about something else. He's giving us some good laughs too. He said he hopes the Lakers lose so he can give Bobby crap. This morning he was talking to McLane saying, "Hey bud, what are you up to?" He told me that McLane was up to no good. The next second he snapped out of it, realized he was hallucinating and told me that he thought McLane was at his side reaching up for the ice on his table. He calls out for Hemi a lot telling her to "get in here" or says that she needs to go outside. He saw a transformer flying in his room, told Bischke that he saw his Beretta a few days ago (a car that he had in high school), and asked me if I was using a cream on my face because it was all red, rashy and broke out. When he snaps out of it he always apologizes. It's hard not to laugh at him, and it's probably good for us that we do.

  • The doctors also expressed their great frustration with Medicaid, which we all share. The hospital was calling Medicaid daily for two weeks looking for an answer. They have now been told that they are no longer allowed to call. As enraging as that is, we want them to help us so we are trying to keep them happy and not give them any negative feelings surrounding this case. We still wait everyday hoping it's the day for a positive answer. We will talk to Dr. Boyer tomorrow to see if a bone marrow transplant is an option in Clark's condition or if he would have to improve first. It's hard to see Clark and Wyatt, side by side, within an arms reach of each other and know that one literally has life to give to the other, but they can do nothing.

When I asked Clark how he's feeling about everything he said, "It's probably bad to say but I feel like I'm not going to wake up one of these times." He got scared yesterday when Kellen and I walked in the room, followed by Bruce, Logan, and Bischke in white shirts and ties. He asked if the appeal had been denied.

Overall we are staying positive! The doctor started to say his sorries to me again and I told him that we are still hopeful and that we have seen Clark pull through a lot. This morning Clark told me that he has one fight left in him . . . but I think he used it to brush his teeth! Clark is a fighter and so are we. I have put my 100% faith in Heavenly Father as Clark's healer. Doctors, medicine, surgeries and treatments can only do so much, and they have. I have turned it over to Heavenly Father's hands as he knows what's best for Clark. As said in Clark's most recent blessing, the Lord has caused the lame to walk, the blind to see, and even raised people from the dead. As I watched the sun come up over the mountain this morning, I saw it light up the sky, the clouds, the grass and everything it touches. How beautiful is this world. He created all this and what a magnificent creation it is. He has done all this and there is no doubt in my mind that he can heal Clark.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

We Need Your Prayers Its Not A Very Good Day!

Unfortunately I'm writing a very sad and worrisome post. I talked with Clark several times over the past couple days. Warning signs were very evident. He was confused, hard to understand and back on oxygen so he was hard to hear through a mask, his joints have been weak and he had collapsed yesterday. Clark called me this morning, still confused and I wasn't sure I could believe all he told me, as he included that he needed to get to his hair appointment this afternoon but needed to get discharged first. I knew that he wasn't getting out of the hospital in his condition for a hair cut. He said he was tired so I told him I'd call him later today. I went on my way to Summit to visit my mother's grave and on the way home I had an area code (801) come up on my phone which is Utah. Anxious to hear that it was news that the BMT had been approved. although it was much different. It was one of Clark's doctors. He told me that Clark had taken a turn for the worse. That his fevers had started to flare up, so much testing had been done in the past two days. Test showed that Clark now has a severe infection in his lungs which is requiring him to be on oxygen. That he also has developed a skin infection recently, in addition to dehydration which has caused his veins to collapse. While in the hospital, they have worked hard to stay on top of it all and have now started the very strongest and last possible antibiotic they can. There is nothing more left to combat the increased and severe infections. So the doctor said that even though they want to be hopeful the antibiotics will work, they said anything can happen due to his sudden turn for the worse. He advised me to come out immediately. What a horrible, no good, day! Screaming and crying immediately took me over once I got off the phone. I was angry and I needed to vent. I called family members who joined in my sadness and worry. Bags were quickly packed and we headed to Utah. Dave, Wyatt, Myls, the dog (Mercedes) and I in one car. Soon to leave will be Fletcher, Bjorn and Huxly coming out with Bart Moeller, they will pick up Ryan in Sioux Falls. We continue to hold on to the small bit of hope. Can we have one more miracle dear Lord? Please let us keep Clark. He has been such a vailient and strong soldier in this fight, don't take him now.

We still have no word from Medicaid. The doctors were told to quit calling their office because they knew this was urgent and would have an answer soon. So we have waited but it looks like we could have been fored to wait too long. Poor Clark just can't fight the unforgiving infections with no help from his very own body - for he has tried SOOO hard and SOOO long.

Please pray for him. Please beg with every breath you have that Clark can hold on and fight, fight, fight. Thank You. I appreciate all who have stayed by our side through this long and grusome journey.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Who Is This Angel?

I have written a couple specific posts as to who Clark Kimble is but today I want to concentrate on who Kristin Kimble, now Kristin Purles is. Today, June 04, 2010 is Kristin's 27th birthday and I feel impressed to let you know who this very special daughter of mine is, and who this sister is, and who this very special care taker is, and who this wife and mother is, and who this friend is. She IS and ALWAYS has been an angel.

Kristin Lacy is my second born child of eight children. She is my only daughter, mathematically leaving that to be that I have seven sons. She was a bright child, learning was easy for her and at a very young age she could recite nursery rhymes and stories that we all enjoyed.

Kristin was on the Watertown Dance team that excelled in all their performances. They danced at half time of the basketball games and some wrestling meets in Watertown, always drawing a big crowd. The team was filled with excitement and enthusiasm, and might I add "good looks" that kept the crowds attention. Jim, Ryan, and I were lucky enough to go with the team to San Antonio, Texas for the National Dance Team Competition in which our little group of girls from Watertown, SD won it all. Those were truly some great years with Kristin. After moving to Utah, she continued to compete in dancing but changed gears some as Salsa became her favorite. She still loves to dance today but doesn't find much time to do it now that she has a family. However when coming to SD, she still loves to dance to the good ole polka and waltzes that my family grew up on.

Kristin graduated from WHS on May 27, 2001

My brother Bruce Larson and I moved Kristin
from SD to Provo, Utah where she attended BYU.

She was offered a great job as a Nanny for a wonderful family in Pennsylvania in which she did take. She was able to enjoy the East Coast and all it offered while being with them.

Kristin's love for Utah never left her heart so she decided it was time for her to pack her bags, leave PA and head back to Utah. This time her life would change forever. She found another wonderful family to Nanny for. While attending the singles ward, she met her future husband. Just months later they were married. Since, they have given me two beautiful grandchildren, Willow and McLane.

So that brings us to today. As you can see she has always been a joy for me as a mother. When Jim died, she stepped up at age 15 and helped me raise the younger boys as if they were her very own. I needed her dearly. She has served so willingly to Clark over the past many months. She has made many sacrifices that we will never know about because she is so silent in her giving. Kristin has been the ROCK in our family. She is solid in her beliefs. She is an extraordinary example to all. She is a gift to me. It gives me pleasure as I watch her living her life and raising her family when I see or hear things I used to say or do while I was raising her. On a recent visit to her home I heard Willow screaming and crying that she wanted something. Kristin gently and quietly said, "Willow, I can't hear you, my ears don't work when you scream so loud". Willow quieted herself and then repeated herself in a much more acceptable way. I smiled and held back tears because I could then see what I used to do. Her kitchen is much like mine, her recipes are much like mine, and I am thankful for those things. I was a much smaller example to her than she has been to me. Kristin is a strong leader in our church and magnifies the callings she has been assigned to. Kristin runs everyday. Over the past months she has been training for a marathon coming up next week. She currently is running up to 12 miles a day (about 2 hrs and all non stop). In a couple more weeks, she will be one of twelve members who are running 188 miles though the mountains of Utah. This is the type of girl Kristin is. She will challenge herself and always BE her best. Quite a package that started at 9 lbs 3 oz and now is a whopping 117#. Amazing! Her mental and physical strength is unbelievable. May she achieve all she desires in this life, on the wings of "her" angel. Happy Birthday Kristin! I love you so deeply, Love Mom

PS No word from the Judge yet, we continue to hope and pray it will be soon. Clark is still in the hospital fighting with sinus infections. Just something he picked up in the air he breathes. Poor kid.