Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
2 Corinthians 1:8-9
January 30, 2009
We do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about the hardships we suffered in the province of Asia. We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired even of life. Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Uncle B loved chicken tacos. Homemade. Grandpa's special recipe. He always bugged Grandpa to make them for him. Once, when he was still living at home in their old Escondido house, he made them for himself. He was maybe 17? Wait! Wait! In order for this story to be more effective, you need to know that Grandma and Grandpa FINALLY had made some improvements on their older home. They remodeled the kitchen and were enjoying the new cabinets and appliances. Grandma thought her little kitchen was so pretty at last.
Okay, so Uncle B decided one day that he could make his own tacos, complete with crispy shells cooked in hot oil. The secret to yummy taco shells is really hot oil. So Uncle B heated that oil up until it was nice and hot. He put the tortilla in the pan and went into the living room where HE FELL ASLEEP (remember the narcolepsy?). And caught grandma's new kitchen on fire. He woke up to the smoke and smell, ran back into the kitchen, threw water on the fire (A HUGE NO-NO with grease fires) made it worse, then in desperation grabbed the skillet pan, ran it to the side door and threw it flaming outside in the grass. He stepped on the burning corn tortillas with his bare feet. This is a true story. I guess it is not so funny after all. He did put out the fire. The house did not burn down.
Grandma's new kitchen was black and stinky. But her son was alive. I don't think he ever made the crispy shells again. From then on, I only remember seeing him microwave flour tortillas! And here is the the teachable moment for my kids: Let Grandpa make you his crispy chicken tacos!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
1 Peter 3:8
January 28, 2009
Finally, all of you, live in harmony with one another; be sympathetic, love as brothers, be compassionate and humble.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
At Least Someone Had A Camera!
Big Bear Some Year--Bryan is in the Flaps
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
"As the time grows near for this site to close down, I want to thank each and everyone of you for taking the time to sign in and let us know that you miss our "baby" boy also. He was something special and we will remember him that way always. He was a big man,with a big smile and a even bigger heart! Our hearts ache as we go through this trial, but we have a awesome God, who is holding our hands throughout this and in Him we find great comfort.Once again thank you for all of your wonderful prayers and thoughts,as they have blessed us all beyond measure."
I wanted to post this here too so that it will be published with the blog. The guestbook site closes tomorrow if you would like to add a comment there. Many of Bryan's friends and family have already contributed kind words for my family to cherish. Thanks again for that!
"Uncle BK-We love you and will always think of you and smile! You loved us and our friends with all your heart! Thank you for that....Miss you Uncle BK"
The Behringer Boys (Wyatt, Matthew, Marc, sons of Jenn Brown)
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
A Tribute from Bryan's Aunt Barbara Klungreseter
Bryan David Klungreseter--who would have thought a little brown eyed boy with such a big smile could impact so many lives. My nephew Bryan was so very special to my family. He was like a brother to my children and my grandchildren considered him their Uncle BK. Bryan was always about family. He wanted everyone to be close as they could be. Bryan I know you are up there watching over us. I hope you see how many people love and miss you. I love you and miss you so much. I will think about you and remember your infectious smile and heart of gold for the rest of my life. Love, Auntie Barbara
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
A Tan Dodge Racer with a Camper--who knew they even sold Dodges pretending to be pick-ups? I called it his "grandpa car". Bryan called it his Love Shack on wheels! :0
A White Toyota 4x4 Pick-up-Finally! A vehicle a teen could be proud to drive! His last foreign auto!
A Navy Blue Ford Pick-Up-the first car HE bought! He was a Ford guy.
Finally, A Gunmetal Grey Ford 150, 4-door, Triton Motor, tricked out--now that is a truck a man can enjoy! He did.
My dad brought Bryan's truck to his house last night. I tried to be prepared to drive up to my parent's home and see it in the driveway--but how could I be prepared? I am not ready for any of this stinking lousy stuff. I sat in his truck. I sat in his spot. The cab smelled like him, his fancy men's body spray, jasmine gardenia air freshner, mints, and faint cigarette odor. I never saw him smoke. I touched his coin collection. I looked through his Cds. I didn't recognize the names of most of the artists. There was Metallica. I was never into that. Of course, we both shared a fondness for Fleetwood Mac and the Eagles--so there was that. And Nat King Cole and Bing Crosby Christmas--he didn't listen to it this year.
When I put Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" in the CD and turned it up, I knew I was undone. His ringtone hadn't gone off once since Dad brought his cell phone back from the coroner's--but that was the song he used. I don't know why, he's never been to Alabama. There was lots I didn't know about my brother. "Lord, I'm coming home to you"?
MAKE IT GO AWAY! BRING HIM BACK! TAKE ME HOME! OH GOD!
I can't say or do or think or wish or pray or do absolutely ANYTHING about this awful hurt. So I cried and listened to his song again and sat in his spot in his car and missed him so bad I felt like my insides were going to spill out the gaping hole in my heart.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Bryan called a few months ago and said he was headed to our house, he had "treats", and he wanted me to get the house ready for "spooky stories". His detailed directions required that we start a fire, get a bunch of candles going around our big table, and put the hot cocoa on. We were all ready when Uncle B showed up to weave his tale.
He started out a little "too spooky" for his audience (my kids think the stepsisters in Cinderella are too scary--and that cat! NO WAY!). So Uncle B made some last minute modifications. He basically retold the Goonies story (remember that one, eighties babies?) adding his niece's and nephew's names, pirates, and a bunch of well-placed Krispy Kreme donuts in a cave in Temecula. It was hilarious! Bob was howling! I wish I had recorded it (there are lots of things I wish I had done). The kids were squealing and sitting anxiously on the edge of their seats --waiting for the final thrilling conclusion (B had to keep telling them that it would all end well!). And it did.
Maybe someday we will show our kids Goonies and the bubble will burst and they will realize that their Uncle just re-did an already-done story. But for now, they believe their Uncle B was the most talented, amazing, humorous, exciting guy they knew.
On second thought, maybe I won't show them that old movie afterall. Bryan's version was better anyway. You will always be one of the most talented, amazing, humorous, exciting guys I knew. I miss you.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
- The trial of this moment...in a MOMENT, will be gone! The only thing that separates you from Bryan is TIME!
- What would Bryan want to communicate to you right now, if he could, from his spot in heaven? Maybe..."Please don't waste your time being sad about me. That would be futile and silly. Is it significant whether I lived 36 years or 96 years on earth? The significant thing is whether or not I accepted Christ during whatever time I had. That's the bottom line sister. So be contented, enjoy your blessings, and then hurry up and come join me. It's awesome beyond words here. You'll see."
Of course I can have no idea what Bryan is saying right now, neither can my well-meaning friend. Maybe he is not saying anything right now except HOLY, HOLY, HOLY! But her encouraging words, some much-needed time with my hubby, coupled with all the prayer that I know is buttressing our family up right now, has comforted my soul and I feel more equipped to handle today. WHEW! With that said, here is my story for today:
I was in second or third grade. That means Bryan was in first or second. We went to Cortez Elementary School, a brand new school in Ontario, which I was convinced was built just for us! I have sensory memories of a new-smelling plastic "cubby" with MY name on it. Only one grade apart, Bryan and I had the same recess. It's a good thing!
Lance, the Long Neck. The Giraffe. Noodle-Neck Boy. I had all kinds of names for my nemesis. He made a habit of tormenting me on the blacktop during recess. One day I was struggling across the monkey bars in a dress. Lance and his cronies were teasing me. The last straw was when he plopped beneath me and tried to peek under my dress! Oh the shame!
Well, that is when my little brother (and he was littler than me back then) came to my rescue. From the other side of the soccer field, he raced over to the monkey bars. I can still remember seeing his face as I was just clinging onto those bars wishing the blacktop would crack open and suck Noodle Neck into the abyss. Bryan was MAD! He walloped Long Neck upside the head and delivered some choice words to convince the bully that I was not to be messed with. I never had a problem with Lance the Long Neck again.
Thanks for being my defender, dear brother. That wasn't the last time that I was thankful we were only 10 months apart and following each other through school. There were many times when you rescued me. You watched my back. I sometimes thought that you should have been the firstborn. "There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother." Proverbs 18:24 You were my brother, Bryan. But more than that, you were my friend. Thanks for sticking close all these years.
"My God's Enough for ME!"
Monday, January 5, 2009
Bryan was 19, he'd turn 20 the next month. It was Christmas Break and I was home from Chico State where I was going to college. Bryan worked at a bustling '50's diner in Escondido called T-Bird Diner. He loved that place--the waitresses in buffon hairdos and roller skates, the classic T-Bird in the middle of the restaurant, the menu, the music, the entire gig was right up Bryan's alley.
So after my Bridal Shower, it was only natural that we end up there to continue the celebration--where guys could be included. Bob and I would marry in three months during Easter Break (what college kids will do to be together!). I would turn 21 three days after our April 3rd wedding. But Bob was still in Chico and I was spending my last visit home as daughter and sister. I thought it would be sweet to have dinner at T-Bird since my brother was working. So sentimental! My roomies, some Escondido buddies, my family all crowded around the table and we had a blast giving Bryan and his waitresses a run for their money.
A '50's Diner would not be authentic if it did not have a jukebox. T-Bird had a classic one filled with great oldies and other tunes. Bryan knew the lyrics to all the songs. He knew the lyrics to most songs...even ones written 25 years before he was born. It was a tender moment when he announced that he had a "SPECIAL REQUEST". He had a song prompted to play throughout the diner, "This one is for my new brother, Bob. He can't be here today. But this one is for him. He and my big sister are getting married!" His mischievous grin should have been my first clue!
Immediately, my sappy mind went to Van Morrison's "Brown-Eyed Girl" or Phil Collins "Groovy Kinda Love"--these would be so appropriate, so sentimental. What special moment had my younger brother planned for me, in front of my family and friends? I was so excited to hear his choice! When Jimmy Soul started singing, I knew I was in trouble. You know what song it was!
"If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife. If you want my personal point of view, get an ugly girl to marry you!"
Well, bro. I guess you were right all along. Bob and I are still happily married after all these years. Thanks for the "blushing bride" moment! You twirp! I should not have been surprised, you were my pesky little brother after all!
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Do not weep for me,
For I have loved and been loved by my family,
By those I loved who loved me back.
For I never knew a stranger, only friends.
Do not weep for me. I am not gone.
Reilly- Food Director & Secretary
Kate- Entertainment Crew
Samuel- General & Supplies
Aidan- Misc. Jobs Man
Peter- Fort Destroyer
He would give us 'secret missions'. For instance, I would go to Queen Kelly (Mom) and see whether we could have some 'backup supplies' (dessert). Or Samuel would go and tickle General D. (Beempa). After 'supply snack' and everybody got mildly tired, we would go on an 'exploration' (Everybody piling in our big Suburban, called "the Tank", and Uncle B would go driving CRAZY down our hill with Elton John's "Crocodile Rock" blasting.)
Then we would watch a movie, and after that, 'hit the sack' (go to bed). There was always major excitement whenever we got the call: "Hey, Skippy Jack BK is coming down!!" (code for: Uncle B is on the way!)
Uncle B would bring all kinds of snackie foods (he called them "treats") and then he would whip up a magnificent meal: spaghetti with mysterious ingredients, fish tacos with a lot of hot sauce ( me with the Gringo tongue didn't award this a "Favorite". I took mine without.) Anything that was in the cupboards turned into a meal. Somehow a visit from Uncle B was always a wonderful experience.
By: Reilly Lee Fitzpatrick, niece, 11 years old
Thursday, January 1, 2009
This year, my family hung out at Beempa (my dad) and Grandma's for New Year's Eve. We borrowed a copy of Kung-Fu Panda and watched it. My brother had been so excited to share the viewing experience with my kids. But we did not watch it with Uncle B--because I was too much of a stick-in-the-mud! We don't watch anything but G-rated family films (I know, I know--I think this is normal. But you know the truth!) and I couldn't preview it at the theater before he wanted to take us all. So we watched it last night without his hilarious commentary and editing ability. We laughed so hard, just watching Po and his big belly and his big heart. I cried over a stupid kid's movie. Bryan had a perfect memory for movie lines and song lyrics. There were a few lines in the movie I remember hearing him adopt. I can see why he identified with the panda--the unlikely hero. SKADOOSH!
Yesterday was a hard day for me. I wept most of the morning despite listening to praise music and reading the cries of other suffering people in the Psalms and begging Jesus for His peace. That is when I got the scathingly brilliant idea to start this blog! And already you have two posts! I guess it was an inspired idea! I will share a secret here: I feigned sleep last night so that I would not have to celebrate 2009 at 12:01 am. I would not willingly welcome the New Year without my brother. I just could not bring myself to kiss and sing and bang pots and pans (yes, we have kept that weird tradition!) and shout and laugh with expectation and hopefulness. I could not do it--not even for my kids. But I was awake, and I heard my mom and my dad and my husband and our four kids (Peter-boy wasn't faking sleep!) run out to the street and welcome the New Year. And when they were done with the loud, rowdy stuff, they all came back inside. Though I could not make out my father's words, I heard my daddy's rich, deep voice praying to God. And in that moment, the first of 2009, I added my own anguished prayer: "Oh God, the maker of Heaven and Earth, please, please, please get me through this year without Bryan. Amen." Not quite as poetic as the writer's of Psalms but I know that the Lord heard my cry and He is faithful. Psalm 121