IN LOVING MEMORY

This blog was created to capture memories, impressions and thoughts of Chelsea, from those that love her. Please take some time to gather your pictures, stories and personal experiences involving Chelsea and share them with us. Hopefully this will be a living tribute that we can all enjoy as we approach nearly 10 years without her. We will also be compiling all of your memories into a book to surprise Karen and Jon Hale with.

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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Dearly Loved, By babsie

Title: Grandma. Official name: Babsie. Chelsea never called me Grandma but knew that I cherished her with the heart of an admirer who was bonded by DNA. Memories of her bring amusement and pure joy! I picture Chelsea at age one shocking salespeople with her full sentences, perfectly understandable. I remember watching a little first-grader with skinny legs running down a soccer field relishing the moment but not knowing the purpose of her energy. She grew with a confidence and sense of self worth that gave strength and encouragement to others. She was open and non-judgmental with a genuine love and concern for those who weren't so sure of themselves. She was strong in her beliefs, bold enough to express them and live them.
She expected the best in others as she required it of herself. She was a self-proclaimed director of parties, family plans and procedures as well as a few practical jokes! She was not afraid to right a wrong or express her opinion on a controversial subject. That trait was directed to her obedient siblings, school friends, her elders and even strangers.
Who didn't love Chelsea? Her beauty, talent, athletic skills, enthusiasm for life, and love of service made us all eager to follow in her steps. Age didn't matter. We wanted to join her in her colorful journey.
I treasure the time she and Ali spent in California with me and Papa. I discovered that she drove the LA freeways the same way she attacked life--- with gusto! I learned that she was addicted to Hershey's Kisses and didn't give much thought to nutritious meals. Se made me happy when she turned the piano keys into a symphony of sound. I knew she had a growing testimony of Jesus Christ and became aware of the influence of the scriptures she read daily. She brought happiness and joy to us.
Who doesn't love Chelsea still? Her kindness, laughter, convictions, and love live on in our hearts and minds encouraging us to strive to be like her. The promise of seeing that remarkable young woman again is the reason we can go on without her.
Babsie

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