2nd Annual Waylon Martensen 5K, August 18, 2012

Waylon

2 Timothy 4: 6-8

For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time has come for my departure.  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.  Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day---and not only me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.

 

This site is dedicated to the memory of

Waylon Michael Martensen

2nd Annual 5 K

Walk/Run

On August 18, 2012 the 2nd Annual Waylon Martensen 5K was held at the California High School.  Friends, family, teammates, runners, high school and college friends attended to honor Waylon in a "sport" that he was passionate about.

Waylon ran with perseverance.
 

 

Rex and Waylon's High School Friends, Stephen, Ian, Bret, Zach and Matt.

Off to a great start!

 



 

The Northwest Missouri State University Team.
Coach Lorek

Derek Roberts and Ryan Darling, NWMSU runners.
 

Fran and Randy Smith, Imogene and Bill Martensen, Waylon's grandparents and Abe Azan!

Rex and Cindy and Wyatt

Corrie and Susie A.





 






 

 

 

Rachel and Marcella. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Bill and Imogene Martensen

 

 

I will continue to post more photos....I am slow.

 

Thanks to all who participated and helped to make this year a success.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quotes worth Noting, John 11: 23-26

John 11: 23-26

Jesus said to her, "Your brother will rise again."

Waylon, Happy Times!

"There's no tragedy in life like the death of a child.

Things never get back to the way they were."

Dwight D. Eisenhower

34th President

1890-1969

Waylon liked history.....I remember when Gods

and Generals came out in 2003.  Rex and I went with Waylon

to see this movie.  He sat there through the whole movie, enthralled by the big screen.

Star Wars, Titanic, Lord of the Rings, 300....

They all captured his attention...and I believe they impacted his life....

When a new movie is being released.....that I know Waylon would rush out to see..

That's when I am really reminded..

that things never get back to the way they were...

when I sit in the movie theater,

I still sometimes cry..

I do have to tell myself...I shared many movies with Waylon.

I am glad of that.  We could talk about movies for hours....and watch them...

"Movie Marathons!" 

Waylon would come home from college and want to start a movie marathon at 10:00 at night!

I think Waylon was also impacted by history from his elementary teacher, Mr. Mathys.

Waylon worked hard on all his "history" assignments that year...it was fun watching him. 

It's interesting.....how one person can help shape and mold a person, and I was always glad that Waylon was a student of Mr. Mathys....that he grew a deeper appreciation for history and life, at such an early age.

Paul Newman stated this after the death of his son, who died of an accidental drug overdose in 1978,

"Everything in his life was divided into two periods,

time before his death

and afterwards."

Paul Newman

1925-2008

I think I already have made some mention to this feeling..

I call it life, "before the accident" and life,

"after the accident". 

It has been over two years, since "the accident".  We still have bad days, and then maybe a good day.

We still think of Waylon ever day.  For Rex and I, it starts when we wake up, and stops when we fall asleep. 

He is always on our minds....

Always...

that's just how it is...

We are still trying to "find" ways to deal and cope...

I Blog...

and for me, it helps. 

I have not been able to now for over a month...

and believe me....

I was in need of a good blog!

Another quote:

Your grief will take more energy then you would

have ever imagined.

T.A.R

borrowed from Compassionate Friend

2012

Rex and I can really relate here....

For us, it is an all consuming...

draining, emptiness..

I think I can best describe it like an all consuming, raging fire, spreading out of control, that takes everything in it's path and sucks the oxygen out of the air..

leaving nothing...

and slowly..

you have to relearn how to live

and to grow again.

The other day,

I heard a sound

that I had not

"heard" in awhile..

a sound that I

had not let into my thought process

for quite some time...

a sound that had almost become very

"foreign" to me..

It was a sound that really made me feel something again....

it was the sound of

my child's

"laughter".

cindy.

Another Quote:

Grieving the loss of a child is a process,

it begins the day your child passes,

and ends the day the parent joins them.

B.J. Karrer

I know I have made reference to this...

my grieving will end the day I am no longer living

on this earth.

John 11: 23-26

Jesus said to her, "Your brother will rise again."  Martha said to him, "I know that he will rise again in the resurrection on the last day."  Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life.  Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die.

Do you believe this?"

Jesus

"who lives forever"

I think what I wanted to get across today,

is that, no matter what time frame we are in,

or what "era" we are in,

the year, the date,

it doesn't matter..

the death of a child,

can be related throughout history,

with similar experiences and feelings.

I think I wrote earlier in a blog....

I believe that will all my heart....

We are all different...

and yet we are the same...

Grieving is hurt...

we all hurt.

cindy

These "quotes" are from the July/August 2012, The Compassionate Friend. 

A friend started helping me get these. 

It is hard to read, but what I do get out of the articles is that, others hurt....

others experience what I

am experiencing, what I am living through..

some are well past my two years...

and

some are just starting.

Cindy Martensen

Link for

The Compassionate Friends



The Visitation/Funeral, May 10-11, 2010 Part 1

THE DANCE

Rex and Wyatt performed this song for Waylon.
It was beautiful.
I have wanted to add this song for awhile now...



 

Waylon Michael Martensen

My heart swells

I feel complete loss

My mind is lost

My soul is lost

My only thought

How can you feel so dead

and still be alive

You are numb

You "go through the motions"

Your life is never the same

You don't laugh

You don't smile

All you do is hurt.

Still hurting.....

July 10, 2012

2 years and 2 months and 4 days after the accident.

My thought this morning.

How can you still feel so dead,

and yet be alive?

Funeral-Waylon Martensen

May 11, 2010

Order of Service

Song:

Rex and Wyatt Martensen

"The Dance"

Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars alone
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance

Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
(From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/g/garth-brooks-lyrics/the-dance-lyrics.html)
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey, who's to say you know I might have chanced it all

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance

Yes, my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance

Waylon

You gave us a Dance

We didn't know

How it would go

We watched

and let you grow

We loved

and held you close

You brought smiles

laughter, and life

a candle that

glowed so bright

We never dreamed

it would end

so soon

We didn't know

our Angel

would fly

so soon

Mom

7-10-2012

The Visitation

Monday 10, 2010

The Visitation came first, of course.

After the long weekend.

We tried to soak in the news

but you are in such shock.

You have to plan and prepare and make decisions.

Decisions that you are not ready to make.

You do what you have to

"to get by".

You go to the funeral home.

You sit.

You listen.

And you think you are making decisions

but it's all so prepared

and for the most part

you are "ok" with that.

You  lean on family

your friends

your church

your pastor

your community.

You have to pick out certain "things",

a casket

and

burial vault....

Pall-bearers

Honorary Pallbearers

flowers

times and places

speaker

order of service

what you will "set out" for those to view

Music

writing the Obituary

the program

what picture to use

it's all so overwhelming...

some of these decisions are easy,

some you just turn over to others and say

I need you to do this for me.

The emotions through this process are excruciating..

and maybe that's why I don't remember much about those two days...

I do remember going

"into the basement of all places",

to pick out

my son's casket.....

I could barely walk..

or breathe

I know Rex and I both

were beyond what words can describe....

I wanted Waylon protected

safe

Forever

I picked out my son's clothes...

He needed his hat on..

I handed the funeral director "Waylon's running shoes"

and was shocked when he said

"we usually don't put shoes on".

I didn't care what "they usually do,"

I Want His Running Shoes On His Feet...

He then assured me.

He would put Waylon's shoes on...

I gave him that look,

Yes, I'll be looking to make sure kinda look...

Somehow,

the day comes..

because one thing I've learned to be so true

through all of this,

time marches on,

right through you,

over you,

it doesn't care

it never stops or slows down...

I will never forget May 10, 2010

The smell of the gym, the silence, the pure silence as the doors opened

and Waylon's Northwest Team walked in......

All you could hear were their footsteps..

As they walked across the gym

to form a line

to see Waylon.

They came to say goodbye,

goodbye to their friend

their teammate

their brother....

the heaviness in my heart

the constant battle that I fought that day

to run

to cry

to scream

was overwhelming.

We had our "family line ready".

We wanted to Honor Waylon.

We wanted to give him a ceremony that would celebrate his life,

to "show the kind of person he was".

I know over a thousand people came to say "goodbye"

to Waylon....

Family and friends..

They stood in line for hours,

viewed his childhood treasures..

watched his video...

looked at his pictures...

and gave their

heartfelt

respects..

The flower

Calla Lily

"magnificent beauty"

originated from the Greek Goddess

the Romans

placed the Lily upon individuals graves

that died at a young age

to the Minoans

the Lily was seen as a symbol of

purity, sacred

 and

Chasity to the Christians.

The Calla Lily

holds

a long lasting lifespan.

To me,

it represents Waylon.