STANDING ON THE SHORE

As I stand on the seashore and peer out into the beautiful ocean scene, I am struck with awe and anticipation as the most magnificent ship my eyes have ever seen, sails out into the distance. 

He is an object of beauty and magnificence, as I stand watching him sail away, until at last he fades on the great horizon and I whisper to the universe, “He’s gone.”

Gone! Gone where?  A voice from above whispers into my soul. 

“No longer here with me,” I say.

Gone from your sight – that is all. He is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as he ever was when you saw him and just as able to bear his load of living freight to the next destination. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in you, and not in him, for Tristin knows where he is going!

And just at that moment, as my words, “He’s gone” echoed in my head, I knew that as I was watching him leave, there were others who were watching him come and their voices took up a loud shout, “There he is! He’s coming! He’s back!  

We believe that the next time we see Tristin, his voice will be in the choir of angels to welcome us home.

"Today has been the hardest day of all the others combined.  Reality is too quiet and the pain is too loud; I have never felt so lonely in my life. I alway thought I was strong and that I could overcome anything, but I had yet to experience this degree of sorrow.  My sorrow for the passing of my sweet grandson, and my sorrow to see my son and family grieving with an unbearable pain.  My heart wants to surrender to peace, but my mind is hanging on to mortality as if it was the final resting place of hope."

"Tristin, I love and miss you. It's not easy without you here and if you would ask Heavenly Father to give us a little of that beautiful peace and serenity you took with you into the Heavens, the day you left, we would be grateful. We miss the wonderful countenance that you so generously graced our lives with... thinking of you daily and loving you again and again.  Forever,  Gram"  

        Tristin and his dad, Brian.

AN INSTRUMENT OF PEACE

    INSTRUMENT OF PEACE

Where there is hatred, let me bring love

Where there is doubt, let me bring faith

Where there is falsehood, let me bring truth

Where there is pain, I’ll comfort you

Where there is silence, let me sing praise

Where there's despair, let me bring hope

Where there is blindness, let me bring sight

Where there is darkness, let me bring light

And with these words I speak

Grant that I may not so seek

To be heard but to hear

To be consoled but to console,

Not to be seen, but to see

To be loved but to love

For when we give love we will receive

When we forgive love, we’ll find reprieve

It is in dying we’ll be released

Make me an instrument of peace

With sincere desire we thank all those who have come to our rescue these past few days. There are times in life when a tragedy strikes that tears a hole so deep and so wide in the lining of our soul, that it becomes difficult to stand without the support of others. May we continue to lean on your friendships, your love and your faith, until we can regain our strength... our days are long and our nights are short; we pray that the beautiful memories of Tristin will sustain us through the most difficult days that lay ahead.

Tristin created a world that was filled with love and energy. His kind and gentle spirit emulated a brilliant and dazzling light that can never be extinguished. Tristin had the ability to magnify the power of one through his love, his kindness and his actions. His goodness rolled over the lives of others, much like the waves of the oceans and we all found that we became better people to have been in his presence. 

Tristin was a light and energy that touched the lives of everyone. As a family, we have chosen to celebrate his life through the precious memories of a magnificent son, brother, and friend.

We celebrate his laughter, 

his gentle hands, 

his kind words, 

his funny sense of humor, 

his competitive spirit, 

his physical strengths, 

and his perfect ability to love others without boundaries.     

It was a privilege to be in Tristin's presence. He had a magnetic charm that made people feel as if they were the most valuable person that ever lived and his gift came from a special place of genuine and pure love.

I believe that his spirit is here today to witness the abundance of love that he created in all of our lives and I dedicate these words to him.

             Our Son 

Tristin was the bundle of joy 

That God sent to a family on Earth

And they cherished his bright countenance

From the moment of his birth.

That little boy with the loving arms 

Wrapped so tightly around his dad, 

Adores his older sisters

And the mother that he has.

But fifteen years is not enough 

For a life that had just begun

And our empty arms are longing for 

The boy we called our son.

Life goes on, some people say,

But our wounds are slow to mend

And the only peace that fills our souls  

Are in the prayers that others send.

Today our tears are shed 

For Brian and Heidi's only son

And we may never truly understand 

The reason this was done. 

But, in the quiet mortal hours 

Tristin's spirit will fill the air,

And he will whisper gentle words of love 

To let you know he's there.

And you will feel his very presence

Surrounding you each day,

For God will bless you with the knowledge

That your boy is not away.

Now, the journey may seem difficult

But trust the Master's plan,

Because God sent down a little boy 

But He will give you back a man.

When one light is removed from a space, all the others must shine even brighter to make up for its absence.  By Linda Sumner Urza, One fine day.   

IN MEMORY OF A LOVING SON

My grandson, Tristin Davis Mease, died in the loving arms of his family on June 21, 2011. His wonderful countenance brought joy and laughter into the lives of all those who knew him. He is a brilliant light that can never be extinguished.  Tristin, the little and the big boy in you will alway live in our hearts and there will be tears of joy when we are together once again. Until then, listen carefully throughout the Heavens to hear the many voices of love and praise to the young man we all adore. 

Precious Son

I wish I could see you one more time

Come walking through my door

But, I know that is impossible

I will hear your voice no more

I know you can feel my tears

And you don't want me to cry

Yet, my heart is broken

Because I can't understand why

Someone so precious had to die

I pray that God will give me strength

And somehow get me through

As I struggle with this heartache

That was caused by losing you 

TRISTIN MEASE 

  

Tristin Davis Mease 1995 ~ 2011 Our sweet Tristin passed away unexpectedly Tuesday, June 21, 2011 in Salt Lake City, Utah.He was born on July 18, 1995 to Brian and Heidi Mease. Tristin left us too soon. He would be 16 in less than a month and was excited for his driver's license. He was to begin his junior year at Davis High. As the big little brother to three sisters, Tristin made everything feel complete. He was an avid fan of fun and laughter, always had a joke on the tip of his tongue and liked to try them out on his most captive audience - his family. He played rugby with the DC Rugby Club and many other sports. He loved teasing his sisters, hanging out with his friends, and video games. He loved the outdoors and spending time at his cabin with his family. His pure heart, humility, and love of life brought the best people into his world. He was blessed with amazing friends whom he loved dearly. He drew on their strength and courage, even as they were near him in the end. Tristin loved to live in the moment. He treated everyone as equals, never letting anyone feel left out, alone or irrelevant. He was so loved and looked up to by the many children and adults in his life. He always made time for them and they clung to his light. Tristin is survived by his parents; three sisters Alexis, Sierra, and Katlyn; grandparents Bill and Jeanne Wardle (Bountiful, UT); Ron and Nancy Davis (Post Falls, ID); Linda and Nak Urza (St. George, UT); and many wonderful aunts, uncles and cousins. Funeral Services will be held at 2:00 p.m. Saturday, June 25, 2011 in the Kaysville Utah West Stake, 270 W. Burton Lane where friends and family may call from 12:00 -1:45 p.m.