November 5th Part 2

My flight had a layover in Seattle and as I was thinking about that layover today, it took me a little while to even remember getting of the plane and back on the plane to San Diego. I really don't remember either actually. I do remember trying to find a diet dr pepper and I did find a machine with one, but I pushed the wrong button and got something else. I don't remember what it was but I do remember finally getting a diet dr pepper. And I am pretty sure I called Ray to tell him I had landed, but I don't remember doing that either. The next thing I remember is the people I was sitting next to on the plane. They were a couple about my age. I didn't talk to them at all during the flight, but when we started the decent into San Diego I decided to ask them if they were from San Diego. THEY WERE. So I asked about taxis and ubers that were available once we landed and they assured me that I would be able to find one. They actually agreed to walk me out and help me find a car after I told them my circumstances. They were so kind. It was so funny when I told them where I worked they asked if I was a Mormon and I told her I was. She told me that her friend was Mormon and she knows that if I need anything while I was there that "the Mormons would take good care of me, they are amazing people". Which is so true. I knew for a fact if I needed anything I could contact a bishop in the area and they would help us. When we were allowed to take our phones off of airplane mode, I started getting several texts from Ray's cousin, Laina. I've posted about her before and we love her. She lives in Anaheim, but the text told me that she had found my flight and that her son Jonah and girlfriend, who were going to College in San Diego was waiting for me outside the front of the airport to drive me to Chula Vista to the hospital. I am actually in tears right now thinking about how much relief I had when I saw his cute face walking toward me outside of the airport. Another Tender Mercy. Laina made sure when all of our kids were little that they came to visit at least every other year so we know them and love them so much. I landed after 10:00 and the hospital usually makes al visitors leave at 8:00 pm every night (which was excruciating btw) but they had agreed to let Blake, Ray and Blake's mom stay until I got there so I could see Kinlee. Chula Vista is about 20 minutes from San Diego and I can't even put into words how thankful I was for Laina arranging for those cute kids to pick me up. They dropped me off and Ray met me outside and we went to see our girl. Like I said in another post NO MOTHER should have to see any of their kids on a ventilator let alone both of her kids. She was not responsive at all and was hooked up to so many machines it was so hard to see. You could tell Blake was still in shock which really was hard to see. Ray was so good with him the ENTIRE time. As per Blake's mother Ray was such a good example to him and she was so thankful to both of us. After I spent a little time with her we had to leave to go to the hotel. They had found a hotel that was about 10 minutes away from the hospital. The crazy thing is that Brooke rented the car for them, Ray is half blind, Blake's mom was not on the rental agreement and Blake wasn't even 25 so he shouldn't have been driving at all. He did drive us back to the hotel, but we added me to the rental and I was the chauffer the rest of the time we were there. When we got into our room that night, we both BROKE DOWN. WHAT A FREAKING NIGHTMARE.

November 5th

We woke up on November 5th and she did live through the night. I'm not sure at this point even if I really comprehended how dire Kinlee's situation really was. I had so much stupor of thought about going to California. I don't know why I was fighting it so hard. Maybe it was because I didn't want to admit how bad it truly was and if I wasn't there I wouldn't have to make myself believe how horrible her situation was. My mom, Trulee and a few others let me know what I NEEDED to do and that was to go to California. My mom told me what gave me the kick I needed to decide. She said, "Janel you know if your dad was here, he would tell you that you need to be there and he would go himself if he could". Well, I knew my dad was already there with her and that yes I did need to go. I called Brooke at that point and told her I needed her and John. They were there very soon after my call. Brooke came first and helped me get my flight booked to San Diego. At that point I guess I just thought when I got to San Diego I would figure out how to get to Chula Vista once I landed. After we got it booked my mom helped me pack and John gave me the most amazing blessing.

Let me go back a few weeks. My temple recommend was expiring in November so I went into one of our Counselors at church to get my interview. I work with said counselor and he is amazing. I don't know what I was struggling so much, but I had the strongest feeling that I had not been forgiven of previous sins and that is one of the temple recommend questions. Well, not exactly but it does ask if there is anything in your past you haven't repented of. I have repented, but I was struggling so hard with the doubt that I hadn't been forgiven. The counselor told me, Janel, I know you and I know you shouldn't worry I'm sure your Heavenly Father knows your heart and you shouldn't worry.

Back to my blessing that day. At the beginning of my blessing, John said these exact words and remember them like it was yesterday. "Janel, your Heavenly Father loves you and he wants you to know that you HAVE been forgiven of all your sins!!" Nobody knew I was struggling except for that counselor and my Heavenly Father. He also knew that I was about to enter into the hardest time in my life and I would NEED to know that it was Him talking to me through John. He also told me that Kinlee would be okay. What relief that brought me. Even though I knew there were different levels of Okay.

After that I finished packing Jerika came and took me to the airport.

When I got inside the airport, they told us there wasn't enough room for all carry ons and that they needed some of us to check our bags that were larger. I was on the last group to board and knew my bag most likely would not fit, which sent me into a full meltdown. I knew if I had my luggage with me and didn't have to check it I could handle the rest of the stress.  So, I went and talked to the gate agents and told them my circumstances and that I could not check my luggage because I needed to hit the ground running in San Diego. She was so kind and told me that no matter what they had to do I would not have to check my luggage at any point. THANK YOU ALASKA ARILINES. When I got on the plane, the flight attendant came up to me and gave me water and snacks and called me by name and told me I was the VIP for the flight and to let them know if I needed ANYTHING. All of the flight attendants on that flight checked on me several times. ANOTHER TENDER MERCY.

This really was one of the longest days of my life, so I will be breaking it up into separate posts.

 

November 4th Continued

After I dropped Ray off at the airport, I looked at BEREAL and this is what Kinlee had posted that morning. The surgery went fine, it was something the day after the surgery and nobody seems to have any explanation at all for any of it.

This was after Ray landed in California and was almost to the hospital

One of the many miracles we had was the fact that we were able to get a hold of the missionaries in Chula Vista and they were able to go give her a blessing at the ER before her dad got there. It was such a crazy experience. Jerika googled LDS Churches and only one came up. I called the number that was listed and they actually answered, which if you know that doesn't happen often if ever. They were able to give me the number to the missionaries and we were able to get them to the hospital and they sat with Blake for a little bit too while he waited for Ray and his mom. The text below is the text I got from the missionaries when they left the hospital. It was such a tender mercy for me.

Jerika, Lyvi, Nakia and my mom all came and sat with me for what seemed like forever until we got some news. Once Ray got there, which is was about 10:30 our time he was able to assess the situation. At this point we realized how bad it really was. What he didn't tell me until after we got her home in February is that the ER doctor told him that he didn't think she would live through the night. Jerika, Lyvi and my mom stayed the night with me. At 2:00 Ray called and I just knew it was the worst news. But, he was just calling to tell me she was stable and they were moving her to the ICU. They were making him, Blake, and his mom leave the hospital for the night. They usually make visitors leave at 8:00, so they were very gracious to let them stay as long as they did. I will say that we still to this day don't have a lot of the details. Blake would not talk about much and so we just have no idea what transpired or what the day was like for him. Except that he had to pay roughly $6000 to get her out of Mexico that day. Which actually getting her out was another miracle, especially on the same day. The  ambulance started to overheat just as they pulled into the hospital parking lot.

 

The day our life changed forever November 4, 2025

Before Kinlee's accident (that's what we call it) Jerika would go to the gym in the mornings and I would get precious Lyvi time. It is true I may have been a little obsessed with her, but is that wrong? Look at that adorable face. This morning was no different we had the best morning and I got to love on her. Wow, writing this out is harder than I thought it would be. After Jerika picked her up my day went on as usual. I went to work, went to the devotional, talked to my friends and then before I went back to my office Ray called. He asked where I was and I told him I was just leaving the devotional to go back to my office. He said, "I am nearby, I am going to come visit you." That isn't completely abnormal, sometimes he comes and has lunch with me. But I still asked if everything was okay. Mind you that morning I had seen Kinlee's post on BeReal, so I thought she was okay and I was just waiting to hear from her. The minute he walked into my office I knew something was not right. He knelt down by my desk and told me that something had happened to Kinlee at the hospital and he didn't have any details but it wasn't good and she was being transferred to California via Life Flight. He didn't think she was awake but had no details. He said he had talked to Blake (Kinlee's husband) and his mom and our friend Brooke had booked a flight for them to San Diego and the hospital she was being transferred to was in Chula Vista, California. I let my bosses know what was happening and packed up and headed to home to get him packed. He told me that he didn't want me to go until we knew more details and if we would need to stay in California. So, I drove him to the airport and sent him off to California. Jerika, Lyvi, grandma and Nakia all came and stayed with me at the house for the next several hours while we waited for more news. I was in contact a little with Blake but he was focused on getting her out of Mexico and into California and little did we know it actually took them a very long time in Mexico to get her stabilized and try to figure out how to transport her. We didn't even know what happened to her or if she was awake or ANYTHING. It was horrible.

 

I came across this today

You may not like me or think I deserve the things that happen to me, but NOBODY AND I MEAN NOBODY should have to go through this kind of nightmare, especially twice. Going through my photo log today (because I am going to get it updated with all of Kinlee's recovery), I came across this picture.  WOW it is hard to look at, but here is what I have to say about it.

When we were in California I did this side by side of my 2 children. Jerika on the left, Kinlee on the right. I am really not a WHY ME kind of person, like I have said before but I am exhausted. You just never know what is coming next in life. And Boy have we had more than our share of doozies. But, THEY ARE BOTH ALIVE and I know some people aren't as lucky. So, today I consider myself to be very lucky. 

I LOVE THESE GIRLS.

 

Update among other things

I know you all want to see and hear about how Kinlee's doing and she's doing great. We still have some kinks to work out like getting any money from the government to help us, but that takes time. We have one last training today to hopefully start getting paid for our CFH (Certified Family Home) which is something we needed to do to keep Kinlee in our home and under our care. She still doesn't know simple things. She would never eat if she didn't have us. She has no concept of how all of that works. We are teaching her to get her own ice and water from the fridge and that has been a process too. But, we do know she can be taught and remember some things (not everything). She has no concept of time or days of the week. She can identify the numbers 1, 2, 3 and the letters A and B. She still can't write her name and really can't much at all, but is working to hard every day. She has visual agnosia and doesn't recognize anyone in any pictures at all. Those are just a few of the things we are dealing with. But we know that she can learn and it will take time and she's only 25 she has time. But let me tell that our girl is a complete delight. She is so happy and loves learning. She very seldom gets upset except when she can't do something she is trying to hard to do or when we make her eat and she doesn't want to. We are hoping with her kidney stone gone, that will get better with time as well. And boy does she love Chick-fil-a. WE LOVE HAVING HER SWEET SPIRIT IN OUR HOME

Last week after I made a post of Facebook I got a nasty text saying how dare I imply Blake wasn't a good husband. I will tell you that Blake was an amazing husband until he wasn't, see the letter in the post below. I have had so much grace for Blake this entire time and I have said numerous times that I don't even know what I would do at this age if something happened to my spouse. So, at his age it is even harder. However, he let his parents take over which made it impossible to deal with any of them. It didn't have to end the way it did, but they chose to get nasty. Which is so sad and we know he was just doing like he was told (like most of the other decisions in his life). The text I got also said I was lying about everything. But, I want to just state for the record I have proof of everything I have said, because there is absolutely no reason to lie about anything. We are good people and the people who are calling us the bad are feeling guilty about the way they handled everything. I will end with the following sentence and context of a post I shared on Facebook.

I DID NOT HAVE TO END THIS WAY!!

Judas is a reminder that betrayal does not always come from strangers.

Sometimes it comes from people who sat at your table, heard your prayers, knew your struggles, and still chose to hurt you.

Jesus shared meals with Judas.

Walked beside him.

Trusted him.

Loved him.

Yet Judas still betrayed Him with a kiss.

That is why some of the deepest pain in life comes from those we never expected to wound us.

The ones we welcomed into our lives.

The ones we prayed with and cared for.

The ones we believed would always be loyal.

But even in betrayal, God is still sovereign.

What hurt you did not surprise Him.

What broke your heart did not escape His notice.

And just as God carried Jesus through betrayal, He will carry you too.

Do not let betrayal harden your heart.

Let it make you wiser, stronger, and more dependent on God.

Because people may fail you, but the Lord never will.

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3

Welcome

 Welcome to those of you who are new here. I have had this blog since 2008 and I really try to keep it updated regularly. My main focus the last few weeks was letting those of you who wanted to know what happened with Kinlee's husband and why she got divorced could read it here. I was leery after I posted the first post and then I removed the most detained one. After talking to our attorney I can tell our story however I want because none of it is a lie, even though his family is denying a lot of what we have said.

The Letter

The Condensed Version

"YOU GOT HER."

Those are the words her mom heard clearly while praying the other night, trying to let go of the anger over the injustice done to her child. And it’s true. Her parents have her. She is safe, she is thriving, and she is surrounded by people who actually love her.

Many of you have been asking: "What happened with her husband?"

The short answer is heartbreaking. We knew early on that if her recovery was long, we wouldn't judge him for needing to move on—he is young. But we were wrong about his character. While they all were in California, we heard the conversations with his father telling him to come home and go back to work because she was "no longer his problem."

Sadly, he chose that path. He didn't spend a single night alone with her during her entire hospitalization. When she got home to Idaho, he essentially held her life hostage.

The Reality of the Last Few Months:

• The "Hostage" Situation: He refused to give her clothes, shoes, or personal items back. They had to buy her an entirely new wardrobe because he claimed he "couldn't find" her things.

• The Blackmail: He used the threat of a Guardianship battle to force them into a divorce settlement that favored him. We know she wouldn't even recognize him if they passed on the street, yet he used his legal status as her husband to squeeze her financially.

• The Financial Blow: Despite claiming he would help, he took $ out of his retirement which effectively wiped out any tax refund she would get as per the Divorce Decree. He walked away with the savings and community property, leaving his disabled wife with nothing but her car and her personal belongings.

• The Lies: His family has been spreading rumors that she "deserved" this for having surgery, or that I am "manipulating" her recovery.

To the people saying these things: we have the documentation. We have the emails, the texts, and the recorded calls. We chose to sign the Divorce "stipulation" not because it was fair, but because we wanted him out of her life before the Guardianship hearing. We traded money for her peace.

The Good News: The divorce was finalized this week. We finally got her personal items back. When she saw her things and got her phone back, she cried.

To HIM: You had every chance to just walk away with grace. Instead, you chose to be unkind to a woman you promised to love in sickness and in health and to love honor and cherish.