Leaky Charm: Wesley Ray DaBell

My favorite quote I heard this weekend,

"We need more Wes's in the world.."

There's no way to capture my feelings about these past two weeks. But I want to write what I can down without completely losing what I have felt and learned. I can only speak for myself, but I know my siblings and mom have very tender feelings as well. Dad was our hero, number one fan and the best father we could ever hope for. I am blessed to be one of his daughters. Dad honored women, the priesthood and the value of hard work. My dad and I were close, as he was with each of us. Whenever I talked with him, which was every few days, he'd act like I was some kind of superstar calling to speak with him. I never felt like I let my dad down. He always seemed genuinely proud of me. If I made a mistake, he'd reprimand, teach and show greater love. He was quick to help, jump up and assist. He didn't wait to be asked, he just saw what needed to be done and did it. That is something that is so noticeably missed since his passing. But I think I miss his voice the most. (Well, that and the fact, that he thought I was totally hilarious.) I'll miss that so much.
I'm going to start this entry with the talk Jennifer, Natalie, Jeffrey and I gave at my dad's celebration of life. We all stood up there together and told his life story this way....

Wesley

BRITTANY

Taking you back 16 years to the year 2000, setting: the Canadian National Basketball College Playoffs in Lethbridge, Alberta; picture: a gymnasium packed with raging fans with family and friends gathered together to watch my husband, Spencer play college basketball. The bands were playing and excitement surged through the crowd. Jeff and I were sitting next to each other cheering the Pronghorns on to victory. We were chatting back and forth about random things (like who this darling “Misti Angel” was sitting next to him he decided to bring up with him to the games) and then we mentioned, “Man! Dad has been really calm this weekend. That not like him.” It was not but 2 seconds later…the ref made a lousy call against the Pronghorns (specifically my husband, Spencer) and it was as if Superman leapt over our heads and there we saw it…Wes was on the side-lines in a sort of lunge stance shaking his fist at the ref! Wide-eyed at what we were witnessing, we turned to each other almost instantaneously, “Oh! There’s our dad!!” and burst out laughing! I didn’t have to worry one second about how his enthusiasm was by received by the Pronghorn fans…Dad had an instant fan club. He was slapped on the back, hand-shaking with big smiles, “That was awesome Mr. DaBell! I wish my father-in-law would cheer like that for me!” ………..And that’s our dad.

JENNIFER

Wesley Ray DaBell was born November 19th, 1944 at the Idaho Falls Memorial Hospital to Wayne Eldon and Luella Hendricks DaBell and was their four child and beloved addition, after Darel, Marlene and Vonnie-Lue. Wes was reported as the most beautiful baby any one had ever seen. This statement has never been retracted. When neighbors were traveling by their home in Grant, they would stop by just to hold baby Wesee. He had black wavy hair, big brown eyes and was so Fluffy, you just had to squeeze him! Dad was the adored baby brother and they all doted on him.

In 1944, tragedy struck the family. Dad’s only brother Darel, at 17 years old, died from encephalitis. Then a mere three year later, in October 1948, Dad contracted the dreaded disease of Polio. There was no vaccine available and he was considered the most severe case in the Idaho Falls hospital. The family’s greatest fears were becoming real to have their little son die or become severely crippled from this ravaging disease. When Dad was admitted to the hospital, he was as stiff as a board. Thankfully, the disease had not affected his lungs at this point, as dad’s greatest fear was to be put into the iron-lung machine. His beacon of hope during this time in the hospital was a new blue drag-line tractor that was given to him as a gift. He practiced tossing the line and reeling it back in over and over again. This helped loosen his muscles and pass the long hours while he was in isolation. Another favorite memory, that he often told us about, was when his mother would tell him elaborate, exciting adventure stories about how he would escape the hospital and outrun the doctors and nurses by hanging onto bumper of a truck with his little bare bum and hospital gown flapping in the wind. Dad was given a blessing by Ivan Ashment and Howard Taylor and he was able to be released from the hospital after only 14 days. He was still very stiff. A good friend of his mother, developed a 12-exercise regimen to improve muscle movement. His mother performed it religiously five times a day with Wes until he regained all his movement. Dad always attributed this miraculous healing to the priesthood blessing he received (and the love his darling mother). He spoke of this blessing as being the beginning of his testimony that only deepened throughout his life.

NATALIE

Growing up in Grant with Vonnie Lue was like growing up in a wonderland. Wes and Vonnie Lue had different adventures every day after their chores were done. They swam in the Burgess canal all summer, slept out on the lawn each night, worked in the garden, weeded potatoes, herded the cattle and helped their mother can vegetables and make homemade soup. They loved playing kick the can, run-sheepey-run and hide and seek. Their mother would make popcorn to eat as they sat around the fire at night with all their friends. But their favorite adventures were in the jungles surrounding their home. The Cowboy Jungle, Army Jungle, and Tarzan Jungle. These areas were defined by their imaginations!! In the cowboy jungle, they made ropes to swing from tree to tree! Wes was always Monte Hale the cowboy, and Vonnie Lue was Jo Dennison, the cowgirl! They had such fun rescuing the good guys and arresting the bad guys. Many a bad guy was brought to justice amid the blaze of bullets! When in the Army Jungle, Wes was Captain John Steele and Vonnie Lue was his assistant. Many secret codes were cracked and world problems solved by Wes and Vonnie Lue. The Tarzan Jungle was along the ditch and they would sleep out often, along the bank. You had to be very careful of the troll that lurked under the bridge that took them to the Jungle. When they entered it, Wes would have to lay on his belly and look under the bridge and call his name “TROLL! or O’ TROLL” to be sure that it was safe for them to pass. They took their lives in their hands each time they entered the Tarzan Jungle. Creatures of all descriptions - monkeys, apes, and snakes resided there. Wes was Tarzan, Vonnie Lue was Jane - it was a dangerous job, but Tarzan Jungle was the Best. Their mother would bring them cookies, peanut butter and honey sandwiches and a few supplies to last them through the night!

JEFF

The most traumatic event of my dad’s life was when his adoring mother passed away when he was just 12 years old. The last thing she said to him was, “Wesee, be a good boy.” Grandpa later married the beautiful, widow Leola Cutforth Draper and Dad instantly had two new siblings, Bruce and Karen with two more to come, Jackie and Todd. Leola, was so good to dad even though he may have raised a little havoc. But since Grandma DaBell endured it, she became one of dad’s best friend and one of the greatest influences of his life. He credited her as the one who most influenced him to go to college. Throughout his life, he would always stop by and check in on her, as she always had a full jar of cookies waiting for him. He was especially drawn to her home when he wasn't feeling well because she would pamper him to no end, whereas Diana would have given him a metal bowl and spoon and told him to hit it when he needed anything. We want to thank you grandma for EVERYTHING. He loved you.

At Snake River High School - Dad was Captain of the football team, wrestled and ran track. He loved sports. But he felt loyal and responsibility to the family farm, and enjoyed his work there. He was a farmer’s boy and loved to work hard. This took him away from sports practice. Oh ya, he was also on the basketball team… for one season. His time on the court was cut short when the coach decided to let the players who didn’t play during the game, play as the half-time show. This was considered the ultimate, personal slam. His expression of frustration was shown to the coach as he ran down the court, waving one unquestionable finger in the the air…. He never played again.

BRITTANY

The highlight of his young life was serving a 2 1/2 year mission for the church in Germany and Switzerland. He had been inspired by an amazing seminary teacher Brother Waite. He always talked about wanting to go back to visit the mission with his family. Exactly one year ago today, Mom and Dad came over to visit Spencer, me and the kids in our new home in London. We planned a week long trip back to visit some of the places dad had served in 50 years earlier. We had the most fabulous time. Dad was like a giddy school-boy, giggling and loving to see Germany again after so many years. On our last day, we visited Stuttgart. We walked into the city’s centre and dad was telling my children some of the experiences he had had there as a young missionary. Then he said, “Whoa! There’s the train station where we used to stand outside of it and street contact people coming and going! I can’t believe it!” The kids said, “Let’s go see it Papa!” So we started walking down the street towards the station. As we neared its entrance, dad stopped dead in his tracks and just stared with his mouth agape. Then, almost instantly, a tear rolled down his cheek and he said, “Oh my gosh”…and pointed a little far off. As we looked to where he was pointing, we saw two young missionaries standing exactly where he stood 50 years ago, teaching someone. We waited for them to finish and we walked up to them. Dad got the BIGGEST smile on his face and said pointing to himself, “Elders! This is what you’re going to look like 50 years from now!” It was one of the sweetest tender mercies for my dad as, for a few moments, re-lived his mission experience through seeing these two young missionaries.

And may I just interject how proud Dad is of his children and grandchildren. He has two children, 3 son-in-laws and one grandson who has already returned, two who are serving right now, and 14 more potential missionaries.

JENNIFER

Mom and Dad met in kindergarten and played in the schoolyard as children. Dad always said Diana was his first girlfriend. When he was in the 5th grade, his family moved away to Moreland. Around 11 years later, dad was serving a mission in Germany and Switzerland and mom was studying at BYU Provo. She was preparing to leave for a semester abroad in Paris. Mom was up visiting her family and helping her sister Mary Kay get ready for the upcoming Miss Rigby Pageant. Diana drove Mary Kay over to Vonnie Lou Broulim’s house to work on her piano piece. When they were there, Vonnie Lou asked my mom, “Do you remember my brother Wes?” My mom said yes of course, they were great childhood friends. She caught my mom up on what my dad had been doing and encouraged her to write him a letter. Maybe they could see each other where they were both over in Europe as he was coming home soon. So my mom thought this would be fun and wrote him a letter. She wrote to him and told him she was actually going to be visiting the Bern Temple in Switzerland and maybe they could meet up there. She never heard from him before she left, but received a beautiful bouquet of tulips for her birthday which was delivered to her dorm room in Grenoble and a rather handsome postcard picture of himself with a nice letter. smoooooth move dad! A few weeks later she and some of her school mates were traveling to Switzerland to see the Bern Temple, but Wes was not there. She later learned that he had become very ill and could not make it. About six weeks later, Diana returned home from Paris and arrived home around 10:00pm. The phone rang at 10:30pm and it was Dad. He had returned home from him mission one week prior. He called to ask if she would go out on a date with him the next night together. She said yes. They dated regularly for the next year. One of our favorite stories when they were courting, was when Uncle Gary and Aunt Chris were bringing mom up from Prove to meet Dad who was attending ISU. Aunt Chris asked her, “So how’s it going with Wes? I really like him. And mom said, it’s okay. It’s coming along” As they were exiting the highway at Blackfoot Mom saw dad standing next to a new white Pontiac Sprint. As the Uncle Gary’s car slowed down, Mom raised her eyebrows and smiled and said, “Things are lookin’ up!”

One evening, Dad expressed his hope to become more serious. Mom brushed him off, saying she was not quite ready for that. Well, Dad was NOT pleased with this response and reached over her to open the car door and said he said good night! As he peeled out of the driveway Diana walked herself into the house. Diana was quite surprised with this reaction as dad had always been the most attentive suitor. He always held her hand, made sure he walked street side, always walked her to the door and just treated her like a million bucks. Well, the next day went by and Wes did not call. He didn’t call the next day either. After the third day, she became quite agitated and decided to call Wes to see how he was doing and if he’d like to get together that evening. He said he was busy. When she inquired a bit more, he simply stated, “I’m going waterskiing with Nadine Wheeler.” Mom was stunned! She had seen Nadine in a bathing suit and she knew she was real competition. But Dad said, “I am available the next night. “ and Mom said, “Great!” That next evening, Dad took Mom down to Idaho Falls on the little island next to Broadway bridge and proposed. They were married five weeks later in the Idaho Falls Temple on September 5, 1967.

NATALIE

After graduating from BYU in 1969, Mom and Dad packed their U-haul and moved to West Lafayette, Indiana where Dad had been awarded a full ride scholarship to Purdue University studying Animal Nutrition. They loved the mid-West’s beautiful fall leaves and developed life long friendships with many of the other couples they met there. In December of that year, their first little girl, Jennifer Elizabeth was born. Dad loved to show her off, and did not mind it when she’d cry during church so he could stand and walk out with her, holding her so the ruffles on her dress would fall just right. To earn a little extra money, Dad would work as a ticket taker for the different sporting events at Purdue, where he was paid $5 per hour and also get tickets to the games. They loved these games and especially loved dressing up for these events! People did not go to football games in jeans and t-shirts…it was a top dress up event! Furs, dresses, suits—you name it—everyone looked good! This was Dad’s kind of event. He loved parading mom around at the games. Over the next two years, he completed his Masters Degree and was offered an amazing job in Clovis, New Mexico…so off the young family went on their next adventure. Natalie Alison, their second little girl, came shortly after.

JEFF

Just after my parents moved back to Lewisville in 1972, he was called to serve in the bishopric with Vaughn Walker and Harold Lowder. He really enjoyed this calling. It was back in the days when there was Priesthood at 9am, Sunday school at 10a.m. and sacrament meeting at “chore time” around 5pm. Mom wasn’t sure what he enjoyed more, putting on his good-lookin’ suit and tie or leaving her with four little kids to get ready for church. Brittany Paige and Jeffrey Wes had joined the growing family when they were living in Lewisville. Dad grew in his callings-learning from all the different experiences that each calling holds and working along side great people who loved to serve. About two years ago, Mom and Dad were sitting in a restaurant in St. George, Utah when a young man walked up to dad with a quizzical look on his face. He looked at Dad and said, “Were you the Bishop at BYU-Idaho in 1990?” Dad would say yes and they would have a great chat. Mom told us that this wasn't an uncommon thing to have happen. Students would see dad and recognize him after 20 years. He was not only their bishop, but he was their friend. —- Last week when we called the Young Single Adult Stake President with whom dad served on the High Council, and let him know about our dad’s passing. He shared these thoughts, “Your dad had more of an impact on the youth just walking down the hallway than most people did speaking at the pulpit.” He went on to say, “Many of the youth didn’t have great relationships with their fathers and grandfathers so dad, with his natural ability to make everyone feel better about themselves by complimenting them, giving them a jab, and always being interested in their lives, changed many of these student’s lives.”

BRITTANY

We love our dad’s hands. They were so big and strong—they were farmer’s hands. They were hands who knew how to work hard, provide service, thump your noggen, hang a picture, give blessings, fix anything, tighten a facet, and engulf mom’s petite hands. He could “blow” up his biceps by puffing into his thumb. We’d love to watch him do this and would ask him to perform it over and over. Our dad, was the hardest working guy we ever knew. He told us, “I love to accomplish a hard and fulfilling days’ work.” He never said he couldn’t do it or stopped because it was too hard, he just figured it out. Whether that finished product meant fixed with duct tape, bailing twine, 7 inch screws in the wall to hang a picture, a bit tighter turn on the bolt to make sure it didn’t come loose..when he finished, it was FIXED! And we knew that it would STAY-PUT. We girls knew that if we wanted something hung in our house, there were two things to remember…#1 Ask dad (not the husbands) and #2 Make sure you LOVE where you’re hanging whatever you're hanging, because it ain’t movin’ again! — In the last 10 years, he developed a tremor in his hands when he wrote anything down. He just hated it when it happened. So, instead of complaining about it or saying he couldn’t write, he taught himself how to write with his left hand. Starting at around the age of 60, dad wrote with his left hand. He would say, “we all have our crosses to bear,” and just figured it out. —Dad’s hands were always available to anyone who needed his help. Not only were they strong, they were gentle. If we asked for a fathers blessing, he never questioned our reason, but he would jump up, always put on his white shirt and give us a blessing. He loved to discuss the gospel with anyone- and would call his kids and talk about something he had been reading about in the scriptures. He would start conversations with the guys he worked with and they would usually end revolving up around the gospel. —-Our brother, Jeff, has learned these skills from my dad. He gave my Dad many beautiful blessings and is now “the hardest working guy we know.” Jeff, you have made Dad so proud with how hard you work, and brought tears to our eyes by putting on a white shirt with each blessing. Thank you for carrying on that DaBell name tradition.

JENNIFER

Christmas comes early out our house. November 1st was fair game to begin the Christmas decoration process. He knew my mom wanted Christmas at Nanny’s so that’s just the way it was. He would hang thousands of lights on the trees and two houses. As you drove down 500 North towards mom and dad’s home, you could see a glow in the sky around my parent’s and Nanny’s houses. It was so beautiful. Dad would willingly scrape the driveways, set up the tables, carry the presents over, peel mounds of potatoes for dinner, carve the turkey and ham, wrap his presents for us on Christmas Eve night while watching his favorite sappy Hallmark movies, and fix anything that needed fixing. Then he’d get all spruced up for the Christmas Eve night activities. He’d be the first to take things down, haul things out, take out the trash, and bring all the gifts back over to the house. He just never stopped. (Part of that energy stemmed from his favorite quote, “If you ever want any attention around here…just look comfortable.”)

NATALIE

Growing up, traveling happened rarely but when it did we went big. As time went on the family started to go more often. Dad was always up for any cruise, beach get away, Canadian adventure, California Disney excursions and Dad loved to visit Lake Powell as a family with Gary and Chris’s family, and totally enjoyed their regular get-aways up at Island Park at Roger and Mary Kay’s cabin. On the summer weekends, Dad and Uncle Roger were partners in crime as they conquered the Sawtooth Mountain on their bikes and four-wheelers and jet skied all over Bill’s Island Reservoir. In the winter, these snow buddies loved snowmobiling across the frozen lakes and open plains of Island Park. We loved to listen to their grand adventure stories! We so appreciate the generosity of our wonderful relatives and our wonderful travel memories together.

Dad was a shopper. Our dad liked to look goooooood. Mom was a big instigator of this process. She taught him the finer points of fashion in the shopping school of Nordstrom. He excelled. The store owners always smiled when they saw dad coming into the store. Dad loved shopping with mom, his girls and his son. He’d “ooooo” and “ahhh” as we modeled our outfits and even found accessories for the new ensembles. He would carry our shopping bags out to the car and come back for more……WHAAAT??? ALL MEN AREN’T LIKE THAT???

A common statement was, “That is the BEST I’ve ever seen!” or “That is the MOST comfortable thing I’ve ever worn.” “I had no idea they made things that comfortable.” With dad, when one was good, two or more was better. It didn’t matter if it was a pair of shoes, an ice cream scooper, avon’s cocoa butter lotion, a new truck, the latest phone gadget. If he thought it was great and he liked it, he got a few. Dad was a connoisseur of ties and suits. In fact today, we have 16 handsome pallbearers wearing a selection of his finest ties.

BRITTANY

My dad had a zest for life. I can’t remember him ever sleeping in. He was up and at it at the crack of dawn accomplishing more by 7:00 in the morning than most did in a day. There was always something to do and if he couldn’t think of something, mom would be sure and remind him, so as not to waste precious time. It didn’t matter if he was farming, spraying pests, getting the house set up for another gathering, fulfilling his church callings or even on a rare vacation, he was up and getting ‘er done.

I have to say, some of his passion spilled into his language and temper. Something would go wrong and he would bluster and yell and blow off steam, kicking a basketball into the canal, stomping a little and even firing people on the spot..BUT he was a VERY QUICK repenter. He would calm down as fast as he got upset, and deeply apologize, ask for forgiveness and try to make things up with the other person. I remember one time when we were working during potato harvest and Jared Randall and Kelly Gneiting were driving a bit too fast on the three wheeler. My dad had asked Kelly multiple times to slow down (but that was no fun) and somehow they ended up in a pit with a gigantic puff of dirt that filled the air. We were all petrified that something terribly bad had happen and after these two came up out of the pit, Wesley started hollering at them, fired them on the spot and told them to go home! As they started to walk away, he yelled at them again to fix up the mess and get back to work. I don’t think they knew if they were coming or going! But they went back to work.

JEFF

Dad loved to farm and was good at it. He loved to irrigate. He loved to drive the tractor. He loved to weld. He loved to drive the combine. He was exact in his methods. Even if it wasn't the most efficient, he would always do it to the best of his abilities. He didn’t cut corners. He hardly slept in his bed during the summer months because of the erratic irrigating schedules. When it was your turn to the water, you didn’t wait. He didn’t want to wake my mom up so he’d sleep down on the sofas most nights. When he woke up, he folded the blankets up because he knew my mom liked things tidy. ****Dad knew how he liked things done on the farm!! He made sure you knew how to do it HIS WAY, even though I had done it 100 times, he would tell you again how to set that dam! how to set that tube, how to dig that hole, how to drive to Rigby. He wanted to be sure you did it RIGHT! He farmed in Lewisville, Rigby, Garfield, Hamer and Osgood. He loved to drive and drive and drive and look at all the beautiful farms with the straight rows, clean burrow pits and the growing crops. He hated red roots and thistles. He DID NOT lally-gag, ever. If the equipment would break down he’d tell all the workers, “Hey! I’m not paying you to sit around. If something breaks down and I’m busy fixing it, you pick up potatoes from the ground or clean off the equipment so it’s ready to go when I’m ready to start again.” And if you didn’t do what you were supposed to do, he let you know how much he did not like it by embellishing the statement with extra adjectives. At the end of the day though, he got such a kick out of making things grow.

NATALIE

Dad loved people- his real passion. This lead to other occupational interests. He sold insurance and ultimately started a very successful pest control business, A Spiderman Pest Control that Jeff is now running. Dad never stopped improving the farm adding pivots and cleared the area to look pristine. His love for people and taking care of people made starting the pest control business his new passion…he loved being captain of his own ship. He was ready to dictate the level of perfection that made it right in his eyes. He loved being seen as the new superhero! He enjoyed being the man who could rid a home of these 8-legged villains. We have heard from countless customers, friends and family that they loved it when dad came to spray because not only did he set the perimeter that no bug dare cross, but he enjoyed a good conversation, noticed a new hairstyle, freshly mowed lawn, chat with even his youngest fans, fix something he noticed was broken, lift down something that was too high— Dad ALWAYS went above and beyond for every customer making things better then when he arrived and had deepened a friendship in the process.

JENNIFER

Dad was a champion of women. He could give a complement better than anyone we knew. He always said that when he was little boy, he thought our Nanny, his future mother-in-law Nona Hunter and movie star, Susan Hayword were the most beautiful women he had ever seen. As a child we thought he might be flirting with them, but now, we realize that he was just very aware of details and not afraid to give a genuine compliment. But there was never a question regarding my dad’s loyalty. Dad was loyal to our mom. He was loyal to his family. We came first in his book. He’d come to our games, dance concerts, pageants, watch us cheer, give a speech or talk, pick us up or drop us off to our next activity, all the while working and getting his own things done. Whoever said men can’t multi-task didn’t know our dad. Dad was our number one fan. There was never a question about how proud dad was of his family as he had the fastest working tear ducts in the west (his children may have inherited this trait.)

BRITTANY

This part of the talk is the hard part.

We want everyone to know how much we appreciate every prayer, every phone call, every visit, all the flowers, thoughtful notes, and just for being there. My Dad appreciated that Elder Dale Renlund and Elder Brad Foster came by and gave him beautiful priesthood blessings that calmed the storm we were entering. Their powerful assurances and sweet witnesses were the strength we all needed at that time to carry us through. - We were overwhelmed with the thoughtful texts, Facebook posts, the team Wes T-Shirts, the sweet notes and cards that mom would read to dad. We were touched by he artistic gifts which we taped up and displayed around his hospital room and now are still up in our home; and those who were checking on my folks’ house, scraping the walks, cut back the branches, raking leaves, that was all magically hauled aways, as well as all the fasts, quiet hugs, the mounds of food, and the countless people who came to sit with Dad at the hospital and friends who sat by him at the house and took him on drives. There were freezer meals, soups and food to feed an army, the world’s best Home Teachers, and even dad’s customers who were worried about dad and checked in on him. We are so thankful and grateful (AND WE are so worried we might miss someone) for the knowledge and skill of the fabulous nurses both in the hospital and in our parent’s home, and the knowledge of the incredible Dr’s who performed life-saving procedures, and tenderness of therapists. We have all said that we have seen the bar set so high with love, charity, kindness and generosity there no possible way we could ever say thank you BIG ENOUGH! We all have a very clear vision of Uncle Roger, our pillar of strength and tower of tears, briskly walking down the hall at all hours to check in on dad and for the loving, doting, most pampering angel of a sister Vonnie-Lou and her knight in shining armor Uncle Dick. We just hope we follow in your footsteps and do as we have seen you all do. We know our dad is a superhero because he comes from a family of superhero’s.

BRITTANY

To Mom From Dad:

I have loved Diana ever since i was in the first grade over in the Old Lewisville School. I always said I wanted to marry Diana someday after my mission and college.

Diana has stood by me. She has cared for me. She has loved me. We have the finest family together. Our Grandchildren are of the highest quality. The tenderness that she has shown me during my illness is remarkable. She has never given up. She never gave up the fight to the finish. She has stood by me. She has helped me through the long treacherous nights. Slept by me and cared for me during the darkest hours. She was always upbeat and strong. As I got more ill she even worked harder and longer to help me. She is my light and my breath and my strength. Diana is my beautiful wife forever. We are sealed together with our family for time and eternity. She has always been my friend, my partner, my everything.