Thoughts about Wes and Lori

            My husband, Shane, and I, Loni, met the Trumans seven years ago when I began my job as a Hall Advisor.  Awhile later Shane began doing research in Dr. Woodbury’s lab and turns out Wes worked there too.  In so many ways, we were so similar: each working the same jobs, preparing to go to medical school, and having our first babies, sweet little girls, just months apart.  However, they were a couple that we looked up to so much.  Wes was the leader in the lab, Lori was the Hall Advisor everyone wanted to be buddies with, and all because they were genuinely kind, loving, happy, wonderful people.  Their Christlike traits were even more evident when we had a small tragedy happen to us.  They reached out a loving hand of friendship, shared their own similar experiences and gave compassion that meant so much to us.  Truly, Wes and Lori are two of the best people we’ve had the pleasure of being friends with.

            When Shane and I learned about Wes’ passing, honesty, it hit us both very hard for several reasons.  First, I had been away visiting my family for several weeks, at that point, so we were already feeling the pang of separation.  Second, because seven years ago, we were headed on the same trajectory.  We had the same dreams and goals.  Then to see how the course of our lives had veered, was remarkably sad to us.  Third, that of all people, they in no way deserved this.  Since our lives were so similar, I couldn’t help but wonder, “Why Wes and Lori and not us?”  And while, of course, I can’t answer that question, I do have faith that a loving Savior was there with them every step of the way, and will be there from here on out.  I know one day they will be reunited as a family forever.  I was reading a conference talk recently and, as they always do, the words brought specific comfort:

“…death is a part of life.  It is true.  We live to die, and we die to live again.  From an eternal perspective, the only death that is truly premature is the death of one who is not prepared to meet God.”  (Russell M. Nelson, Ensign, May 2011, p. 34)

            We know Wes was prepared to meet God and he will live again.  A day or two after hearing about his departure from this life, I was reading through Lori’s blog.  I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed before, but I found the link to their other ‘spiritual’ blog.  I found this post Wes had written.  http://areasonofhope.blogspot.com/2010/06/tender-mercy.html  In it he talks about being frustrated in his job search and decided to watch a devotional which comforted him.  Wes wrote: “The Spirit let me know that God was still aware of me and that He loved me and that if I but trusted Him He would help me find ‘calling’ in life.”  Wes, when we met you, we knew you would be an excellent doctor, but instead, we now know you have a greater calling in the life beyond the veil. 

            Thank you, Wes and Lori, for being such incredible examples of faith and courage; we couldn’t ask for better friends.  May peace and love always be with you and your darling children.

Love,

Shane and Loni Jenks

Wes, Shane and a co-worker presenting their research from Dr. Woodbury's lab at a Bio Physical Society Convention

 Our two baby girls, Lucy and Ella

A picture of their family after having them over for dinner and games

Saying good-bye because we were moving to Texas to go to medical school

Thank You

Several months ago, when Wes’s condition showed steady decline, I got an e-mail from our bishop, Matt Clark. It wasn’t long - just a few kind words of inquiry and a scripture reference.

D & C 121: 9

I immediately recognized the chapter as revelation to Joseph Smith during the agony of Liberty Jail. I thought of the familiar words in my mind as I flipped through the scriptures.

“Peace be unto thy soul”

“Thine adversity shall be but a small moment;”

“If thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high;”

“That’s nice of the bishop,” I thought casually as my finger traced down to the anticipated verses. But verse nine contained unexpected words. Tears gathered in my eyes as I read, “Thy friends do stand by thee.”

And you have.

I can’t begin to express my gratitude for the support, love, empathy, and assistance you’ve given us.

I have, over the past several months, shed tears of heartbreak and pain over Wes’s anticipated and actual passing. But I have shed perhaps as many tears over the goodness – the God-like, gracious, generous goodness – of our family and friends.

I wish I could chronicle all the kindnesses – all the inspired, meaningful acts of service and love.

Thank you for taking time to contribute your memories and photos to this blog. I wish I could describe what it was like to sit with Wes’s parents, brothers (including Ryan), and sister around his bedside with this website open on an I-pad. I wish you could have heard the laughter and seen the tears as we read many of these entries together. And many thanks to those of you who have posted since Wes’s passing – and even after his funeral! Your words have been a continued, needed comfort.

So have your e-mails and cards, your gifts and contributions, your prayers, your phone calls, your true friendship.

I wish there was a way to document it all!

I wish I could tell you what it was like to watch my ward members collaborate these past months to build the house Wes and I started but couldn’t finish. And now the backyard is done to boot, thanks to a whirlwind of hard-working cousins! Gorgeous green grass and a playground that Lucy and Spencer can’t stop talking about.

I wish I could describe how my mother -heart has felt seeing such love showered on my little ones. I couldn’t help crying thankful tears when Lucy was welcomed into Wes’s viewing by the familiar face of her Kindergarten teacher - to say nothing of the many, dear little friends who showed up to support her!

To say nothing of the many, wonderful friends who showed up / reached out to support me!! People from every phase of my life and Wes’s. Dearest friends to distant acquaintances.

There is no adequate way to express the gratitude I feel for each of you. I told a good friend yesterday that while I wouldn’t wish the difficulty of these past days/weeks on anyone (!), I wish, truly, that everyone in the world could feel the love. The abundant, unbelievable love.

A few talented friends in our ward sang a favorite song of mine and Wes’s at his funeral: The Lord is My Shepherd.

I love all the lyrics. But the phrases that best summarize these past days/weeks/months/years are, undoubtedly:

“In midst of affliction my table is spread;
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er”

God bless you each for the love you have poured into my humbled, aching, grateful heart.

Lori

Cousin Lori

My cousin Lori is the most darling and righteous person I have ever met. I remember joking with my family when we were younger that Lori would NEVER find a husband worthy of her. But, we were VERY wrong! Wes was the PERFECT match for Lori! Wes loves Lori http://ourpursuits.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-believe-that-everyone-who-reads-this.html and Lori loves Wes. http://ourpursuits.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-love-story.html

I remember sitting at their guest book with my cousin Whitney at their wedding reception. I remember just watching the two of them together and thinking to myself, “I hope I can find a husband like Wes.” He was so gentle, but definitely a man. His eyes would absolutely light up every time he looked at Lori. I remember telling my mom at their wedding that I thought they were the cutest couple EVER! Both my mom and my aunt agreed and said it was because they were both so good!

A few years later I was able to take Calculus with Wes down at BYU. He was always so nice to save me a seat twice a week, help me with questions (so I wouldn’t have to raise my hand in a class of over 100 people), and just talk with me between classes. I think that class had the potential to be the worst class I ever took at BYU, but because Wes was there it was the best. He always had a way to make me feel like I was the most important person in the world, and no matter how hard I would try to turn the conversations to him, he always found a way to turn the conversations back to ME, asking how I was doing in my other classes, dating, etc.

We LOVE Wes AND Lori. They have been more than amazing examples to me and to my family. Every time things seemed overwhelming, or I felt discouraged I would just think about Wes and Lori. I would read and reread their http://ourpursuits.blogspot.com/ for words of encouragement.
As I think about Wes’ passing I think about the Truman’s family home evening lesson on the Plan of Salvation. You can read her whole post here, http://areasonofhope.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-night-field-trips-final-part.html but I just want to share part of what Lori wrote.

“We talked about what happens when people die. We talked about the spirit world. We discussed the reality of the Savior's resurrection and the reassuring truth that we can be together with people we love even after the separation of death. It was a meaningful, memorable conclusion to our little series of field-trips - maybe my favorite of them all. The cemetery proved the perfect spot to testify that Christ will truly come to earth again and that resurrection will really happen.”

What is this thing called death
This quiet passing in the night?
Tis not the end but genesis
of better worlds and greater light.

O God, touch Thou my aching heart
And calm my troubled, haunting fears.
Let hope and faith, transcendent, pure,
Give strength and peace beyond my tears.

There is no death, but only change,
With recompense for vict’ry won.
The gift of Him who loved all men,
The Son of God, the Holy One.
Gordon B. Hinckley

Love to you Lori. Our heart aches with you and for you. Thank you for your example of unwavering faith. Love and prayers. “The Gospel’s True, and WE LOVE YOU!!” Love, Darin, Haylee, Matt, and Lindsay Gunnerson

Haylee Gunnerson

Unforgettable

Over the years, countless missionaries have entered our home and our lives, and then left. Some of them we remember, some of them we don't. They almost all say they hope to come back and visit someday. A very few actually do. Wes did. And he brought Lori!



We were, to put it mildly, pleasantly surprised. Elder Truman was one of the 'unforgettables'. Not because he took a lot of room, or commanded attention all the time, but because of his spiritual maturity beyond his years, because of his gentle sincerity and genuine desire to serve, love and share. Norway is not an 'easy' mission, but elder Truman truly 'bloomed where he was planted'.



I have a binder appropriately named 'People we love', with different folders sorted alphabetically by the names of friends and family we stay in touch with, filled with pictures and letters and wedding announcements. As I browsed through it today, I realised that there were only three folders in that entire binder dedicated to missionaries who have served in our area. Wes was one of them.



We became aware of Wes' health issues by way of the sweetest valentine's day letter Lori sent several years ago, arriving as an apologetic 'delayed' Christmas missive. We were saddened but inspired by the Truman family's positive outlook and firm determination to make the best of everything. I (Joanna) have followed Lori's and Wes' blogs over the last few months, and it has become my 'go to' place for spiritual renewal and inspiration.

Thank you, Wes and Lori, for your examples and faith. You are unforgettable in every way. Until we meet again.

Joanna and Johannes Bjerga, Stavanger, Norway

Friends & Examples

I first meet Lori my freshman year at BYU. I happened to move into the same apartment complex she lived in about half way through the school year. I was trying to come out of a rather rough period of my life, and Lori was my visiting teacher. She quickly became a much needed friend to me. As that winter semester drew to a close, I remember her happily telling me about how she was excited to introduce me to two recently returned missionaries who were friends of hers that were moving into the ward. And so, soon after that I met Wes Truman and Ryan Fitzgibbons.

Ryan & Amy with the Thunderstick & other friends after they got engaged.

It was fun to watch Lori and Wes interact, which I did frequently since Lori became my roommate at the start of the next fall semester after she and Wes were engaged. They were so perfect together.

My friendship with Lori and Wes only continued to grow after they were married. I visited their little apartment as often as I could, first in their basement apartment, then at DT, and later at Wyview. Besides such countless visits, there were plenty of meals shared together at the Cannon and Morris Centers or at wherever I was living at the time.  There were game nights, engagements, weddings, and so many other memories of good times together.

I remember the road trip we took to California in Wes and Lori's car so that we could be at our roommate Jeanine's wedding. We cracked the windows of the car since there was no air conditioning, and we listened to Harry Potter III on tape during the drive. We stopped and ate at the Truman family's place in Las Vegas on the way there and back. We enjoyed the Harry Potter III tapes so much that on another occasion we gathered at Wes and Lori's basement apartment to listen to more Harry Potter tapes together under a makeshift tent in their living room.

Lori and Wes always made me feel welcome and important. They were always kind and understanding, even when I was completely unsure of myself. They became my confidants and sounding boards as I tried to maneuver through dating relationships and college. I think Wes is one of the few guys I have ever felt comfortable enough around to express so many of personal feelings and problems to. Even now that I am married and have graduated, Lori and Wes continue to be an important part of my life. I have always looked up to their great examples of love, service, and friendship. Their friendship has blessed me in so many ways.

I will miss seeing Wes and hearing his familiar greeting of “Hey Guys” when he spots Nate (my husband) and me. But I look forward to seeing Wes again someday reunited with Lori and the rest of their family. I love you guys. Thanks for being such wonderful friends and examples.

-Rebecca (Peaden) Scott

Cousin & Friend

I usually don’t get too emotional but Wes’ funeral truly touched my heart. I was sad for our loss in losing Wes and especially for the loss of Lori and their kids and Wes’ parents and family, but that combined with the feelings of gratitude for have known and been friends with such a good and faithful person truly brought my emotions to the surface.

I’ve heard that the best place to teach the gospel is in a funeral. I know that to be true. Because of Wes’ faithful life the spirit bore powerful witness through those who spoke at the funeral of the truthfulness of the gospel, of eternal families, of the blessing of obedience, of the scriptures.

I am sad for the loss of Wes and I am sad for his family. I pray that they may have peace in their difficult times. My wife and I commented after the funeral that amidst the sadness that we both felt like being there made us want to be better. That’s what Wes did. He helped people feel good about themselves and inspired them to be better. It has been mentioned a lot how Wes didn’t judge and made people feel good about who they were. He truly did that as we can see from the stories told and many that haven’t been told yet.

The last funeral where I was touched in a similar was the funeral of our Grandma Laura Bowler (Me and Wes’ Grandma). We were sad by the loss but inspired by her exemplary life. She, too, made everyone feel important and accepted, and encouraged them in their life’s endeavors, just as Wes did.

Wes was not only my cousin but he was a wonderful friend. We had great times during the summer when he would come to St. George and hang out with my friends, who considered him a great friend. We just had good clean fun! Good memories, good times.

At mine and Jill’s wedding reception when I saw Wes, Lori, and Lucy walk in I told Jill “we need to hang out with them.” It was a feeling I had, a prompting. We got down to Provo every so often and spent time with them. I believe we were always the beneficiaries in these visits and were able to learn much from Wes and Lori. We are grateful.

Thanks Wes, I love you man!

Vince Lundin

Vince, Wes, Travis, Neal, and Mike headed for EFY

Lori

It’s impossible to talk about Wes without thinking about Lori. In the history of mankind, I can think of no two people who were more perfect for each other. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, Wes was in love with Lori. But she didn’t know it. And Lori was in love with Wes. And he likewise, was unaware. The night of Wes’ missionary farewell, Lori wrote him a goodbye letter. The instant the last guest left, Wes and I raced upstairs to open the letter. He tore open the envelope like a wolverine, and began frantically reading. The letter was tantalizingly professional. With one exception. A single line. A single line of hope that would have to carry Wes through two long years in The Arctic Circle. She mentioned that he had “a terribly winsome smile.” Wes read this line, and looked up at me for help. I stared blankly back at him. He leapt to his feet and ran for the dictionary. I’m not sure how Webster defined “winsome” that day, but I’m pretty sure Wes took it to mean “I’m hopelessly in love with you, and can’t wait to marry you the day you get back.”

And so like the noble travelers of old, our hero returned from his voyage to marry the fair maiden. Shortly thereafter, a beautiful daughter arrived, followed a few years later by a handsome son.

Wes & Lori were the physical incarnation of selfless love. Their lives were spent caring for each other, and their beautiful children.

On Wes’ final night of mortality, I was given the privilege of watching him for a short-time so his exhausted family could get a few minutes of sleep. At 3:00 a.m. they curled up in armchairs, on the floor, and in window-sills in the living room. Before my shift, I went to the store to pick up a soda, to help me stay awake. I returned a few minutes later to one of the most touching scenes I’ve ever witnessed. I walked into Wes’ room, and saw Lori sitting alone by his bed. The soft glow of a hospital monitor illuminated their silhouettes. She was leaning over his bedside, her head on his chest, and was fast asleep, holding her sweetheart’s hand. I walked across the room on what felt like sacred ground. I tried several times to wake her, but was unsuccessful. She slept like someone who hadn’t slept in years. Someone who’d given her all many times over, and then somehow found a way to give even more. Were there unseen angels in Wes’ room in his final hours? I can’t say for sure. But I did see one of flesh and blood. Right there by his side, just as she had always been.

Thank you, Wes

It seems impossible to collect my thoughts, but I want to post on here how much we love and admire Wes and Lori. I want Spencer and Lucy to know, not only from the stories they will hear from their sweet mother, grandparents, and other family members, but also from the countless friends and acquaintances Wes influenced for the better, what an incredible man their dad is.

How eternally grateful, humbled, and privileged we are to have associated with Wes and Lori. We met them as fellow Hall Advisors in DT. We have always been awed by their faith, strength, and optimism. I don't know that I have ever heard Cory (my husband) speak of anyone so highly as he does of Wes. He is an inspiration to him. There are a couple of specific memories that I would like to share.

I kept the above picture posted on our fridge through different houses and different states because it reminds me of true Christ-like friends. This is part of our "DT family", those wonderful people we were blessed to work with, including the Trumans. I had just left my hall advisor job and we'd moved to a little house in southeast Provo. One evening, shortly after we'd moved, our friends from DT showed up at our house with dinner and a housewarming gift: a swing set! At the time we had 2 young boys, ages 3 and 1, who would love to have a swing set to use in their new yard. The men in the group got to work putting it together for us. I had to take a picture of them with their little helper (our son Lucas) because the whole gesture really touched me. I have always treasured this picture and want to share it with Lori, Spencer and Lucy. I have always and will continue to hold this seemingly simple memory close to my heart.

Our 2nd son, Gabriel, was sick a lot for his first couple years of life. There was one day in particular when he wasn't doing well and I wanted him to receive a priesthood blessing. Unfortunately, Cory was working in Salt Lake and I knew I wanted Gabriel to have a blessing now. Fortunately, I knew exactly who I could call on: Wes and Eric Carter. In the middle of the day they came right over in their white shirts and ties to administer to my little one. Gabriel had many blessings, particularly in those first two years, and this one has and will always stand out to me. I remember almost not wanting to ask Wes because he was in the midst of his own physical difficulties (this was only a few months after his diagnosis, surgery, radiation, and beginnings of chemo). It almost seemed petty. But, of course Wes wouldn't see it that way. He pronounced some beautiful blessings on Gabriel and us, his parents (which are written down in Gabriel's journal). I was so thankful for his and Eric's worthiness and willingness.

Both these instances happened within the first 6 months of Wes's life-altering news and treatments. And both exemplify his dedication, service, love, and selflessness. How we love and stand in awe of the Trumans. Wes, you truly are a giant among men.

Till we meet again,

Cory and Janna Martin

Thoughts Remembered

My husband, Ryan, and I have been thinking a lot (here and here) about our friends, the Trumans. I was worried that we wouldn't hear details about the funeral, and couldn't bear the thought of not being there to support Lori and her children. Fortunately, we will be able to attend on Saturday and pay tribute to a wonderful man.

As I've thought a lot about Wes this week. I recalled some of the memories I had with him at school, and I would like to share a few...

The first time I heard about Wes was the first week of graduate school. I had yet to meet him, but on an early morning, his team mentioned his absence... His wife had had a baby! It was really exciting and I couldn't wait to meet and congratulate him!

As classes continued, I had wonderful opportunities to get to know Wes. The first time I remember hearing about his condition was the following semester when Ryan started the program. I remember the exact location (the hallway on the second floor of the Tanner extension) and feeling of the conversation (it was soothing, spiritual). Wes was bright, happy, optimistic. He was caring and kind. I vividly remember his concern for Lori as we talked about the challenge in their life. He said that she had desperately wanted to fast for him, but couldn't because she was nursing. I was struck by how much he loved her, and knowing Lori better now I can imagine how challenging this was considering the power of her faith.

In that same conversation he talked about the blessings of the Gospel. How Lori's job had provided means for a family, a future, a stability with a home, health insurance, and proximity to his health providers. It had also given him the opportunity to continue his education when previous plans had been altered forever. In retrospect, I can identify this as one of the moments when I saw the Lord hard at work in the service of someone else; a moment that will stay with me forever and a moment that has built my faith.

As our first year of graduate school came to a close, I remember talking to Wes about the return of his cancer. He was so humble, and we prayed for him to be healed.

When we returned to school in the Fall I remember Wes telling me about his treatments and that he had reached his cap of Chemo. It sounded worrisome, but his experimental treatment seemed promising. He was so humble, and we prayed for him to be healed.

Over the next eight months I worked with Wes on various projects, one of which was an Ethics project on healthcare. He was hard-working, diligent, humble (he always was), and an integral member of our team. And, despite the strain that Chemo put on his memory, his perspective in our final project was first-hand, deep, and eloquent. I wanted to share some of his own words:

"I have a rare medical condition that has provided me with firsthand experience with this [the price of healthcare resulting in stagnation]. The various procedures that were available to me were all very hopeful. Due to America’s ability to encourage innovation in brain surgery, I was able to investigate many institutions and procedures and develop confidence that the decision that my family and I made was indeed the best one. That ability to investigate and pursue the best treatment is critical in very specialized medical arenas."

As graduate school came to a close, Ryan and I left for Washington, and we continued to pray for Wes to be healed. We were saddened that we weren't closer and hadn't had much of a chance to spend time with him outside of class.

Luckily, we were truly blessed to return to Utah so quickly after leaving for Washington.

In September, Ryan and I invited the Trumans over for a fun dinner. Unfortunately Lori wasn't able to join us, but we loved having Wes, Lucy, and Spencer over for dinner. I don't remember what we ate for dinner, but I do remember dessert: worms in mud. :) It was so much fun reading, eating, and playing. Adrielle was especially interested in Spencer and Lucy. It was a memorable evening, one of which we will cherish.

After September I know that Wes' condition worsened. We thought a lot about him and continued to pray.

I wept at Wes' passing this week. I can not imagine the grief and sorrow that his family feels. But I know that as God lives, Wes will be reunited with his family to receive the eternal blessings he has been promised.

Ryan and I feel blessed to have known Wes. He was (and is) a true friend, a wonderful husband and father, and a disciple of our Savior and Redeemer, Jesus Chris. We look forward to seeing him in the life to come.

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Dinner with the Trumans - September 23, 2010

I'm truly sad that I failed to post these in September, I wish Wes had seen these pictures (despite the poor quality), but I'm hopeful that Lori, Lucy, and Spencer will enjoy them.

Eldste Truman: God be with You till we meet again

I love you brother and I will miss you,

I have lost a very dear friend, a good brother in Christ. Wes was known as "Eldste (Elder) Truman" here in Norway where he labored diligently for two good years in the vineyard of the Lord. Him and his companion "Eldste (Elder) Walker" found me on the street of Stavanger Norway in October 2001 and I was baptized in December 2001. He was a "Star War" Missionary and a real gentleman."Eldste Truman" was a happy, kind, thoughtful, dedicated, devoted and serving person. I was always looking forward for their visit. "Eldste Truman" was passionate about the gospel and his love for the Savior was clearly reflected in his words and deeds. My brother Wes was a role model to me in many ways. He silently encouraged me to serve a full time mission, get marry in the Temple, obtain a higher education and live a Christ-like live. Wes has impacted my live and blessed me and my family abundantly. You will be forever remember in the Ajetunmobi Family.

I will be forever gratefull for his precious, priceless and everlasting gift he gave me "His Fervent Testimony of The Gospel". He was a loving husband and caring father and a true disciple of Christ. My heart goes to Lori, Lucy, Spencer and the rest of the family. May the endless love of our Father in Heaven and the tender mercy of our Savior continue to abide with you.

"God Be With You Till We Meet Again"

Med Vennlig Hilsen (Kind Regards)

Moses,Chidinma (my wife), Maren and Michelle Ajetunmobi

The Gospel is True!

BYU Masters Program

Dear Truman Family, July 2011

My name is Steven Hernandez and Wes and I were in the same BYU MPA cohort from 2008-2010. My contact with Wes is a collection of numerous, brief interactions that spanned our two-year program and I’d like to share my memories of him with you. In a nutshell, Wes always struck me as a kind and gentle soul and I enjoyed interacting with him.

The first time I met Wes was at the MPA student orientation events in late August 2008. On Thursday, August 28, the new students met from morning until about 4 PM to be introduced to the faculty and staff and to be orientated to the program. I remember Wes distinctly that day because out of a room full of students, faculty, and staff; Wes and I were the only two guys who had chosen not to wear suit coats. After sitting sheepishly in a room full of suits for the first few minutes of the morning meeting, I was absolutely relieved when Wes walked in in a white shirt and tie as I was dressed! Later that morning, when Wes and I crossed paths, I remember how heartwarming his demeanor was. Wes smiled easily, said he had decided it was too hot outside to wear a suit coat (my thoughts exactly that morning!), and immediately thanked me for not wearing a suit coat because he had felt awkward the moment he walked in the room. We had a good laugh together, posed for a group picture below (notice the two fellows conspicuously not is coats ), and continued to chuckle about our suit coat gaffe throughout the program.


I saw Wes frequently in the Cannon Center around lunch time because both he and I had Meal Plans. When Wes saw me, he always greeted me warmly and, although he said he struggled remembering names, I can’t recall a time he couldn’t remember my name. Whenever I saw Wes in the Cannon Center, even if he was with his family, he was consistently gracious in his demeanor. He was quick to smile and say hello, but was considerate and easily let me go on my way so I could eat.

The other interactions I had with Wes were the usual interactions of being classmates: chatting before or after class, greeting each other in hallways, and working on a group project on one occasion. In the group project, I recall there was some tension among the team for reasons which I can no longer recall, but Wes was ever the peacemaker and almost singlehandedly smoothed the situation over. Thinking of all the times Wes and I interacted as classmates, what stands out to me most about Wes is how he made me feel when he was around. Wes was a very genuine person, calm and definitely without guile. He was forthright in how he spoke and presented himself to others. When I paid attention to what the Spirit told me about Wes, I could feel that he was a good man inside and out.

Because of my life experiences, I am always quite touched by people who are kind and gentle as Wes always was. Interacting with Wes was a treasure for me. Wes was a living blessing in my life. May the Lord bless you, Wes, and your family!


Steven D. Hernandez

Weekends on the "Wes" Side

Way back in high school, my friends and I would venture from our East side neighborhood to the West side nearly every weekend so that we could spend time with Wes and his friends. It was almost like our weekly ritual. My memories of these weekends are all jumbled together and while one specific memory doesn't stand out, an overall feeling of nostalgia remains. We had a lot of fun going to movies, playing games, hanging out, and just laughing. If I had to describe the Wes I knew back then, I would describe him as always smiling and always a gentleman and, based on the other posts, he hasn't changed much over the years. He was a great example to me and I can't think of a better way to have spent those weekends so long ago.

Candace (Christensen) Knouse

Wes Wrestling

A few summers back a bunch of friends were staying in a beach house on a beach near Carmel/Monterrey, CA and we discovered this sweet fighting arena built on the beach. It was basically a mound of sand with a pit surrounding it.

Wes and I decided we'd take each other on in wrestling to see who could throw the other into the pit.

While I think we both got sand in each others hair you can see who still stands on top of the mound after the fight was over.

Thanks Wes for dueling in that awesome sand arena with me. It was a lot of fun. And I hope Spencer can learn some good fighting skills from the pictures that documented it.

I first met Wes when I was 16 years old. While I don’t have any specific memories to share, I do have to say that he was such a big part of my life and I am forever grateful for his friendship and all the valuable things he taught me. He was fun and funny and smart and as everybody has said, very strong in the gospel. He always treated me kind and respectfully and would often tell me, “Whoever you marry better be an awesome guy!” He is. And I probably partly owe that to Wes. Wes really set my standard high for what to look for in a husband.

I have loved watching Wes & Lori's family through their blog over the past couple years. Reading it always inspires me to try and be better. I truly mean that. They are such an amazingly beautiful and righteous family, and it completely radiates through Lori’s every word. So although I haven’t been in direct contact with the Truman family for several years, I am still deeply affected by them and their righteous examples.

Wes, thank you for everything.

Rachel (Koch) Bjorkman

Snippets of Wes

 Wes mashing potatoes on the floor of our apartment in Southridge

The first time I heard the name "Wes Truman" was the day that I moved back to Fugal Hall and met Lori.  Lori was my new roommate (and RA).  I remember sitting in the kitchen and chatting--just getting to know each other.  When I mentioned the missionary that I had a crush on she told me about Wes.
During the year I discovered that he liked Calvin and Hobbes... one of his books sat on Lori's shelf the entire time I lived with her.  And I once borrowed his copy (that was also left with Lori) of The Great Divorce to read with a friend.  It's still one of my favorite books.  We even celebrated his missionary hump day in that little Fugal apartment.  The better I got to know Lori and heard little snippets about Wes the more I knew that he must be a pretty fantastic guy. 

 Lori and Wes happily engaged in Southridge

The first time I met Wes (and Ryan) I'm afraid I didn't make a very good impression on him.  They were in Provo for a visit and stopped by our apartment. I believe we were watching "Singing in the Rain." I had just started dating Rich and was cuddled up close to him... apparently a little too close for these two newly returned missionaries' comfort!  Sorry guys!  Rich was looking to sell his contract and Wes jumped on the chance to buy it (I'm sure as a way to be close to Lori through the summer!)
By the time I came back to Provo in the Fall Wes and Lori were engaged... and I had a chance to redeem myself :)  Wes never did anything but impress me... which is good, because I'd have nothing but the best for Lori.

Dying eggs at the Fitz's for Easter

Growing Up with Wes

Danny Earl

our first of many pictures!

Wes! This is one of the first pictures I have of you (and us). We had a huge group with STATUS that went to magic mountain. I remember having so much fun with you and you know what? Way back then when there was no such thing as a digital camera, I had my pictures developed and wrote on the backs and again on the album pages themselves. I wrote that you were "my best guy friend" and on this one I wrote "our pre-couple picture" since this was a week before prom.

Wes, I know my memory fails me more than the next person, but I do remember this: you were always so kind, thoughtful, caring, full of life and laughter, encouraging, and respectful. I remember writing to you on your mission and while I am not Mormon, I whole-heartedly respected and admired you for "walking the walk" so to say. You held firm to your principles, followed your heart, and led a life full of joy and love for God, family, and friends. I am so grateful for the times we had together.

Oh, and P.S. sorry for getting mad at you 13 years ago for drawing my hair with pieces that were out of place in your sketch for prom. I'll find that drawing one of these days and give it to Lucy who seems to have inherited your artistic skills!

love, Amy

Wes' Fist + Mirror = Art

Wes, I went back through all my albums and found so many pictures! This first picture was one of my favorites because it is so random and brings back such good memories. I think you're the one who came up with this brilliant idea that you are expertly carrying out in the photo...

I had decided to make random designs out of broken pieces of a mirror, and here you are, in action, punching your fist through a square foot of glass wrapped up in newspaper. Your creation became the centerpiece of our design. To this day those mirrors have remained on my wall (now mounted on plexiglass instead of glued to the wall!) wherever I go. They came with me to Boston, to Columbus, and now they are back home. Every time I see them I think of you and I remember how much fun it was to have you all over and help me on my project. Wes, you are an amazing friend and I am so blessed to have you in my life! More pictures will be coming... I'm better at posting pictures than writing :-)

Amy Goodwin

Wyoming

When we were 14, our Young Mens group headed to Wyoming for a week of adventure. It was the type of trip permission slips were created for. We rode horses into the wilderness, and slept under the stars with real cowboys. We white water rafted down the Snake river. We peed on a creepy moss covered tree trunk our guides called "the pee pole."

On one particular night, we camped near a pristine mountain lake. The next morning, in an act of teenage stupidity for which we were famous, we took turns jumping off a glacier into the icy lake. When we survived that, someone raised the stakes. A dare was issued, and a few bold swimmers prepared to swim across the 30 something degree lake. We stripped down to our underwear, and dove in. Wes and I vowed that neither of us would leave the lake without the other. About halfway across, panic began to set in. My breathing shallowed, and my body began to go numb. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of red appear every time Wes took a stroke. "What's that?" I cried out. "They were slowing me down!" Wes yelled as he passed me up, boxer shorts in hand, and the sun gleaming off his slightly more aerodynamic pale behind. I laughed hysterically, and found the strength to carry on.

Later that afternoon, Russell Cameron agreed to slide 200 yards down a glacier for our viewing entertainment. We all promised to catch him at the bottom, before he slid onto the jagged rocks below. We lined up in two single file lines, a few feet apart from each other, planning to slow him down gradually as he slid between us. In reality, he picked up tremendous speed on his way down the mountain. And we all ended up giving him high fives as he flew past us onto the boulders.

Our group was divided between 2 rafts on the rapids. As we navigated a treacherous patch of white water, the other boat flipped. Most of the guys were able to stay with the raft, but a few got thrown in, and were now battling for their lives in the frigid, churning river. We picked up Joe Dixon, who collapsed in the boat shivering. Then we started towards the final victim, Russell Cameron. He was screaming for us to hurry. That he was cold. That he was getting pounded against the rocks below. When all of a sudden, Joe stood up at attention, placed his foot on the bow of the boat, and demanded that we save his hat. Like Washington crossing the Delaware, he took regal command of our vessel, shouting the urgency of the situation. Sure enough, his faded black Nike hat was beginning to sink on the other side of the river. On his orders, we turned the ship, and rowed with all our might towards the floundering ballcap. Russell, upon seeing our about face just as we were about to pick him up, began screaming for his life. "Help me!!" he pleaded. Our group wavered. Unsure of what to do. "He's got a life-jacket on!" Joe insisted. "My hat's sinking now! Row faster!" And so we saved the hat. And sure enough, Russell was still clinging to life by the time we got back to him.

I think my best memory of that trip was the BB Gun/battle axe incident. We'd managed to sneak a bb gun along, and would periodically shoot each other for the thrill of watching our friends suffer. As we sat in front of our small canvas tent, someone took a shot at Jacob Hatch. After years of pent up anger, Jacob finally exploded. In a fit of blind rage, he picked up a large double edged battle axe, and charged us. Nate reloaded the bb gun, took aim at Jacob's head, and shouted repeatedly for him to drop the weapon. The rest of us scrambled for our lives into the tent. We piled up against the back wall, struggling for position behind each other as Jacob approached. As he drew the axe above his head, the sun cast a long shadow over our terrified faces, like cartoon characters right before cutting to a commercial. At that instant, our leader Brother Smith saw what was transpiring, and called out, "Jacob!!" He froze. The negotiator talked him down. And any punishment coming our way seemed like child's play for having had our lives spared. (Paul, Aaron, Matt, Wes, Russell, Nathan, Joe, Austin, Ryan) And so the verdict was delivered. Swift and inexorable. Because no one would confess to shooting Jacob, Brother Smith confiscated the weapon, and prepared to mete out our just rewards. We would each be shot in the butt until someone finally confessed. So one by one, we took our position in front of the tent. Our leader loaded, aimed, and fired. A boy would yelp in pain, then go take his place by the campfire. Reload, aim, fire, shout of pain.... And this continued until everyone had a small welt on his backside. Everyone that is, but Nate. The final one to be shot, he wisely stood up, confessed, apologized to Jacob, and laughed at the rest of us.

Ryan Fitzgibbons