A much over due update on my family

I am so sorry that I have not been able to update you all sooner on the condition of my family members who went through all the horrible tramas last week. First of all, an update on Tonya (my step-sister) and her family.
Tonya is still in the hospital in Midland recovering in rehab. She has an injured pelvis, neck, and arm. Her spirits seem unusually good for a person going through so much pain. Her mother, Vicki, is still in the hospital as well and improving daily. They hope to do surgery on her soon to fix her arm. Please continue to pray for Tonya & Vicki's healing in this horribly emotional time for them. Tonya is hoping to be released from the hospital by Thursday, and fly home to Arizona Thursday. L.R.'s funeral is scheduled for Friday afternoon (Tonya's husband). Please pray for her safety in travelling home and for peace in dealing with this horrible loss of her husband. I have spoken with Tonya on the phone a few times, and she seems very grounded, she is a tower of strength. She is excited to get home to her baby, Lewis, who flew home Sunday with her in-laws. Lewis will keep her busy and going, thank God for babies!
Tonya's brother, Brian's memorial service is not planned at this time. They are waiting for both Tonya and Vicki to get out of the hospital to schedule it. Please pray for Vicki as she heals her body and deals with the heartbreak of loosing her son, and Tonya her baby brother.
Baby Lewis is doing well, and Tonya can't wait to get home to him.
Other Update:
My baby cousin, Montana Lane Fisher, was layed to rest on Wednesday, February 4, 2009 at 2:00p.m. It was a very bitter sweet day for Lance & I. I never dreamed that I wouldn't be there to support Kimberly in a day such as this and it broke my heart. I woke up in the hospital from no sleep from delivery, broken hearted on Wed. and cryed until I thought I couldn't cry anymore. My heart ached for Montana and Kim, and I felt so guilty for being so upset around my new beautiful baby. We got dismissed from the hospital early afternoon on Wed. On the drive home, I realized that it was time for Montana's service to begin. So, on the drive home from the hospital with our new baby, which was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, I instead cryed my head off and thought my heart would literally break it hurt so bad. About half way home, I sitting in the back seat with Kaden, looked down for some unknown reason into the door pocket of the car door. It looked like a ring pop sucker, and I instantly thought it was probably left by Chloe, Montana's big sister, in my car at some point. I reached down to retrieve it, and it was Montana's binky. My heart exploded and I balled my eyes out and cryed out for Montana. He had lost the binky back in July or August when Kim & he had gone with me for the day to register at Babies R Us for my baby Kaden. We had all searched my car for it that day, Kim, me, Chloe, Grandmother, everyone even Lance, and didn't find it.
So, Lance said, 'This is Montana's message to me and my family that he is riding with baby Kaden and that he loves us.' Oh my God, what a roller coater of a day. I have never been so sad and heartbroken and so full of love for my new baby all in the same day. I felt/feel guilty for my baby because I feel guilty to grieve when I have such a precious gift. And, I've just hated it for him that everyone is so sad when he was born. At the same time everyone needed him here now, we all needed good news and a wonderful new life.
The poem in Montana's service bulletin I want to share here in his memory.
Little Angels
God sent an angel to the earth...
The sweetest angel too
And for such a tiny little thing,
He had so much to do.
He knew he did not have
Much time upon this earth to stay,
So he did not waste a second;
He got started right away.

His eyes were bright and sparkly,
He took in every turn.
He did not miss a single thing,
Because this Angel came to learn!
God sent him here to touch the
Hearts of those he could not reach...
He taught them courage, strength and faith,
Because this little Angel came to teach.

His tiny little body
Was so full of God above,
You felt it when you held him,
Because Montana came to love.

In fifteen short months he managed
What many never will.
When he went home to Jesus,
His purpose was fulfilled.
He learned and taught, loved and played,
He learned his lessons well.
I know he was so proud of him
When he went home to dwell.

But when I miss him OH-SO-MUCH,
I can almost hear God say,
Please understand, his work was done...
Montana did not come to stay.

These are some of my memories with baby Montana.