19 November 2010

Life Sketch part 2 by Richard Shelton

Marcus and I are so close in age that we grew up somewhat competing for attention.  As you know, Marcus is so charismatic, funny, and charming that there really was no contest.  Very early in my life, I realized I was destined to have a quiet life living in Marcus’s shadow.  Even at the age of 3, Marcus was stealing all of my friends.  Even with that, Marcus initially didn’t take much interest in me.
High school was a very important time in Marcus’s life.  Although Marcus always had many friends, he started to struggle to define his role and place in life.  Marcus and his close friend Truman decided that they would benefit from going to work at a Youth Development Program in Hawaii picking pineapple.  When Marcus got there, he realized that he was in a much different situation than the other kids who were forced to go there by their parents because of breaking the law, serving probation, or for other serious transgressions.  He came back disappointed that he had not had the growth experience he had hoped for.
When Marcus came home from working in Hawaii, I was also having a difficult time and things were only getting worse for me.  Being very shy and reserved, I had no good friends, the friends I did have were not good influences on me.  I was so depressed and miserable most of the time.  I still did well in school but I had no real aspirations and I had no self-confidence.
Then, Marcus decided to take an interest in me and be my friend.  Marcus was not only a friend but was also my mentor, a role he would play over and over again for many of you.  In fact, I was perhaps one of Marcus’s first and longest projects as a mentor/friend.  He invited me to be a part of his friends, run cross-country, play soccer with him, play basketball with him, go to parties with him, go to football games with him, sing in Choir with him, act in plays with him, and do whatever else with him that he was doing.  We were rarely separated after that.
Also at this time, Marcus started to see an opportunity to expand his influence.  Marcus’s charisma and sense of humor were irresistible, no matter who you were or what kind of group you thought you belonged to.  Marcus’s friendship seemed to extend to the popular, those involved in sports, those in music, those who excelled in academics, but especially to those who no one else noticed.  He really made the high school seem like a place where cliques did not exist.  Marcus was truly everyone’s friend and the best kind of friend you could have.
During this time, Marcus’s influence and friendship changed me in a way that I could have never imagined.  I started to make friends of my own, I started to feel included, I gained confidence in myself, I learned to like myself, I saw how wonderful it was to be someone else’s friend and to help them.  I saw my life in a new way and would never be the same again.  Without him, I don’t know that I would have continued to stay active or even stay in school.
In addition, Marcus was my biggest fan.  Every time I did anything noteworthy, he was so proud.  He was always the loudest one cheering for me at cross-country meets, the first to encourage me to try out for something, the first to defend me if someone talked ill of me or threatened me.  I still remember how proud of me he was when I left for medical school and how excited he was for me.  He continues to love telling people how proud he is of me to whoever will listen.
Marcus taught me to love people.  He taught me how good it feels to make a new friend, how to help someone who is down, and what it means to be a true friend.  He truly taught me to have a healing heart and it is largely because of him that I have learned to serve other people and to choose a career in serving others.
Shortly after high school, Marcus started to prepare for serving a mission.  He was excited to have a chance to help others through his ability to befriend and mentor and to serve his Heavenly Father whom he believed loved him.  Marcus put in his papers for his mission twice but was not able either time to stay prepared long enough to be able to go.  Shortly after that, Marcus met his sweetheart, Colleen, and she became the focus of his life.  She filled a hole and a need in Marcus that he had been feeling for a long time, to be united with one best friend always.
Since Marcus and Colleen have been married, they have had the opportunity to make many more friends and for Marcus’s incredible influence to continue to grow.  At the same time, I know Marcus has struggled to feel God’s love for him and to feel an assurance that God has a plan for him.  I know it has been hard for him because life has not always been kind or fair to him.  It has been so painful for me to see and discuss his doubts with him in Heavenly Father’s love and plan for him.  I have wanted so badly to be able to help him to know of our Heavenly Father’s love and for Marcus to have greater faith and confidence in His plan.  I have struggled so much to know what I could do to help him feel our Heavenly Father’s love more and for Marcus to have more happiness and peace and comfort in his life for all the struggles he has gone through.  I have felt a failure many times for not being able to help Marcus more with his doubts and pains and insecurities.  How I wanted to help him!
These last several months since Marcus has contracted cancer, I have seen an incredible outpouring of love by all of you for him and for what his friendship has meant to all of you over the years.  I have seen how much you love him and how so many of you have told me how much he has helped you on countless occasions.  Two weeks ago, I told Marcus how thankful I was for this experience of so many reaching out to him to tell him how much he has helped them and meant to them.  I am thankful because in this setting, Marcus has had a chance to know how you really feel about him at a time when we knew it may be our final chance to express it to him and he would truly believe what a great man he was.
When I heard of Marcus’s death, I felt pained that I had not been able to help him to know how much His Heavenly Father loved him and appreciated him.  I was especially pained because I felt that Marcus was just beginning to feel Heavenly Father’s love through all of your recent loving kindnesses.  For the last few days, everything reminded me of Marcus and it was torture because of how much I missed him and how much I wanted him to be happy.  I couldn’t stand the thought of him dying alone and it deeply pained me.  I could barely function at work.  I could not go running when Marcus had been looking so forward to running and being healthy again.  I prayed and prayed for some solace or some understanding of why he was taken from us in this way.  I thought I would never feel peace and comfort again.
Then, it happened.  I sat in church Sunday morning and started to feel the spirit.  All of the sudden, the pain left.  I asked Heavenly Father how this could be.  He told me that I didn’t need to be in pain anymore because he loves Marcus more than any of us do.  That was the answer.  He really does love Marcus more than any of us can love him.  He does have a plan for him and his salvation and happiness and he always did.  Then, I asked Him why he did this, why He took him from us in this way.  He said he did it because he needed to, in order to help Marcus to grow in his faith and in his understanding of God’s love for him.  Later, I realized what a wonderful thing Heavenly Father had done in taking Marcus home to Himself when I friend of mine made a comment to me about how God needed to take him home to teach him things he couldn’t learn of here in this life.  When she said that, I really felt the spirit and I now know it to be true.  God really did take Marcus home to give him comfort and love that Marcus could not experience here in this life.  I said to my friend, I really just want Marcus to be happy.  Then, my friend said to me, “He is happy, and someday God will allow Marcus a chance to communicate to you how happy he is.”  Again, the spirit gave me a feeling to know that was true also.
I know Heavenly Father loves us.  I know He loves Marcus (even more than I love him if that’s possible).  I know He has a plan for Marcus for his salvation.  I know his death was part of that plan.  I know that Heavenly Father is showing His love to Marcus, even now (though I am not sure how).  I know that Jesus Christ is our Savior and Redeemer.  I know that through his atoning sacrifice that all our pains and sorrows can and will be relieved through faith in Him and that no sin or transgression is too great to be made clean through His atonement.  I know that we can all again and live with Jesus, our Heavenly Father, and with Marcus again someday.  May we all be worthy of it, I pray in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

God Be With you Til We Meet Again


Spontaneous singing following the graveside service.

Be the One

Mistie, Jenny, Bonnie, Michael, Richard, Matthew, Todd, Boyd, and Nathan Shelton preparing a family favorite, "Be the One," to sing at the funeral.

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Photo shared by Jeremy Ricky 
Photo shared by Jeremy Ricky


Photo shared by Tara Little Bear

Libby, Katherine, Colleen, Marcus

Photo shared by Shawna Cantrall

Photo shared by Shawna Cantrall

He touched my life very quickly

Hello, My name is Luke Palmer. First, I'm sorry to hear of your loss Colleen. 

I only had the privilege of interacting with Marcus 3-4 times. The first few times were a couple years ago when he came with Annika Bishop to play volleyball with the Town Square Branch on Monday evenings. I didn't get to know him too well then, but he seemed like a nice and friendly guy. It was the next, and last interaction I had with Marcus that began to touch me. Marcus came into the Wal Mart Pharmacy where I work about 3 weeks ago. I hadn't seen him since volleyball and didn't recognize him. He was next in line and would be helped by another associate. He politely motioned to the other associate that he would wait until I was available to help him. Again, I didn't recognize him and was curious with anticipation to know how he knew me, or why he was willing, and wanted to wait for me to help him. I greeted him positively and he, with his politeness, told me who he was. He said he was Lindsey Bergevin's cousin (I was roommates with Chris at the time I met him) and that he had come with Annika to play volleyball with us. I instantly remembered him. We spoke for a few minutes about his treatments. I mentioned that my mother had experienced treatment for cancer and that she was now doing well. I mentioned this as a way to comfort and give hope. He was very very kind to me. I was impressed that he would remember me from two different associations that happened almost 2 years ago, which were brief at best. I fully expected to see him come in again, and looked forward to it. When I read on Lindsey's facebook page that he had passed, I was shocked! His spirit seemed so alive and happy 3 weeks ago. I must have minimized his physical condition seeing such high spirits and kindness from him so recently. I was, and still am somewhat confused as to why his passing touched me so much! I didn't know him well and spent only those 3-4 minutes with him personally at the pharmacy 3 weeks ago. Those moments we spent together did touch me, and I felt as if I had lost something when I learned of his passing. I have been praying for you and his family and will continue to do so. What can I do besides pray? Please let me know!

Thank you for accepting me as his friend,

Thank you for your kindness to me Marcus!!

Luke

I don't believe in coincidence or luck. I know I met Marcus when I did for a reason, had I not, I don't believe our short interaction at the pharmacy would have been so meaningful. And had that small interaction at the pharmacy not happened, his passing would not have been as significant to me. But we did meet when we did, and we did have our "moment" in the pharmacy. There is a reason for it. He touched my life very quickly.

Thank you!

17 November 2010

Anything Goes

To the Sheltons

Marcus is one of my best friends.  He was a great buddy in high school!  He always had my back.

One of my favorite memories was when we did the musical "Anything Goes." One of the buttons popped off our costume and Marcus ad libbed some line that just made everybody roar.  He brought alot of laughter & happiness to my life.  I'll always remember you Marcus!

"When Other Friendships have been forgit, ours will still be it!" 

Rob Wallace 

15 November 2010

Video Tribute to Marcus

Life Sketch by Jenny Shelton

Marcus Norvell Shelton was born Dec. 23, 1972, in Provo, Utah, the third son of Boyd Norvell Shelton and Bonnie Lee Lofthouse.  Early on Christmas morning his older brothers, Todd and Michael, awoke to find him in a red felt stocking under the Christmas tree.  They were so excited that Santa had brought them a new baby brother.
When his father graduated the following spring from Brigham Young University he moved with his family to the Everett, Washington area where he was joined by two more brothers, Richard and Nathaniel, and a baby sister, Mistie.  He loved exploring the swamps and woods behind their house with his brothers.  He attended kindergarten and most of first grade at Cascade Elementary School in Marysville.  
In the spring of 1980 his family moved to Boise, ID, where he finished elementary school at Jackson Elementary, attended West Jr. High, and Borah High School, graduating in 1991.  Sister, Jenny Lee, and brother, Matthew David, joined the family in Boise.
Very early in life I realized how much I had in common with Marcus. We both had birthdays that were lumped with the Christmas Season, we both loved to be the center of attention, and we both knew how to get our way. Because of these things and many more, I started looking up to Marcus as more than just a big brother but a person that I could relate to and be like.
Marcus really paved a way for me. I learned a lot from him. I learned that if I held to the bad habit of sucking my thumb until I was 8, I could get a cabbage patch doll for it. Although he did it much better and held off til he was 12 and got a bike from his compromise. I remember when I started choir in junior high, I got very comfortable with the teacher and class because of the long Shelton history. I started to act out and cause raucous in the class. I remember after class one day, Mr Olson took me aside and said “Jenny don’t be loud and obnoxious like your brother Marcus, be like your sweet and good sister Mistie.” I actually didn’t find this a deterrent at all, but a compliment to be like Marcus in any way. I think Marcus and I both had the same struggle of trying to find our place in the family. Each sibling seeming so perfect and flawless that we decided there was no point in competing so we went against the grain. It was because of the struggles that my dad and Marcus went through during his teenage years that my dad had a much better handle on conflicts of curfews, driving privileges, and just the simple fact of trying to watch his children struggle with growing up and becoming an adult. From Marcus, my dad perfected his discipline tactic of long walks and talks and then the inevitable hug and “feel good” pep talk before he called the punishment complete. It was because of Marcus and my constant struggle with acting out that both of us became so close to our father.
While Marcus struggled with his teen years, he started to struggle with activity in the church. My heart was broken by my hero. And I somehow felt personally responsible for helping him get back on the straight and narrow. In efforts to help him, I had asked him to baptize me at age 8. Although many little girls had their father’s do their baptism, I felt very close to Marcus and wanted him to be the one to baptize me. I remember how proud I was to tell people that my favorite brother was doing this ordination for me. This experience just made Marcus and my bond even closer.
Marcus and Colleen met in a music appreciation class at BSU. They got married on his 23rd birthday in 1995. In 1996, my parents, Matthew, and I moved to Utah for my dad’s employment.
My move from Boise was very hard on me and I remember asking my parents several times if I could move back to Boise to live with Marcus and Colleen. Of course this never happened, but during the summer between my sophomore and junior year of college I had worked out a plan to live with Marcus and Colleen. Marcus took me under his wing by finding me a job at his work that would allow me to have Sundays off to go to church and evenings off so I could have a social life. During that summer he planned countless adventures for me and my friends including a night at PoJo’s, rafting down the Boise River, and a weekend trip to Sun Valley with my best friends. That summer will always be the one I treasure the most.
Since that time, I have found that Marcus was the one person I would call for guidance and advice. I felt very comfortable talking to him about anything. I knew that no matter what my faults or weakness he would never judge me and encouraged to me to be the best person I could be. And even more he encouraged me to stay on the straight and narrow path.
When I got the news that Marcus’s cancer was worse than the family had expected, I called him immediately to get the truth directly from him. I had one last hope that this was one of his bad jokes that he had taken too far but instead got the heart wrenching news. Before his chemo started, we made it a point to meet in Sun Valley for a weekend trip for Marcus to meet my new boyfriend, Matthew. Matthew and Marcus got along quickly since Marcus was the male version of me. I called him often while he was getting treatments to check up on him and in return he asked for updates on my relationship with Matthew. Soon the conversations turned into pressure as for wedding plans. One night I had gotten pressured a little too much and Marcus called apologetically. He expressed that he was just so excited to see how happy I was, that he wanted to be around for the wedding, and so proud to see that I was doing it the right way. I am just sorry now that I didn’t do as soon as he was pressuring so he could be there, although I still know he is on the other side just as delighted that I have found a new best friend to fill the void he left.
I will always remember the many things I have learned from Marcus. I will remember to always belt song even if you are unsure of the lyrics. I will remember that no matter how humiliating your most embarrassing moments can be, you can’t keep them to yourself if it is going to bring entertainment to a group. I will remember to love my life and to love everything that is thrown at you. I will always strive to be a fun loving person like him. I will be a good person to everyone for the reason of just wanting to, instead of out of obligation. I will care for all those around me. I will get to know everyone I come in contact with because they have worth. Although Marcus is gone I know he will always be someone I will look up to, someone who will always be watching over me and cheering me on, he will always be my hero, someone I will constantly be learning from, and he will always be my eternal brother. 

My Pen Pal Marcus


I don't remember exactly when it started, but Marcus and I were pen pals.  We always enjoyed spending time together at family events, but since he lived in Idaho and I lived in Maryland, those occasions were few.  I wish I kept those letters, but the memories of those letters always bring a smile to my face.  We were 3 years apart, but we connected  in a way I had not connected with other cousins.  We wrote letters back and forth for several years. Those letters kept me laughing as well as encouraged me.  When I came out to Ricks college, I got to see Marcus a few times. One Christmas, Aunt Bonnie arranged for me to come to Boise and spend the week with them.  It was my first Christmas away from home, but Marcus and the rest of the family made me feel right at home.  When Marcus went to Hawaii to pick pinapples and I was on my mission we also kept in touch through letters again.  I am glad that I got to be part of Marcus' life though letters and also through  the time we got to spend together.  This past summer Marcus spent 4 days with me and my family at a family reunion in Idaho. He took time from his life to spend time with me doing dumb things like driving me to Sierra Trading post, a store in Boise, to buy shoes and to Walgreens to buy shirts from Idaho for my kids.  He helped arrange a boat trip down the Boise river and he came and took pictures with us at the park.  We laughed as we had our pictures taken together like we had done more than 20 years before at his house during Christmas.  I wish I could still be his pen pal now, but I guess we will be together in the future and I look forward to it just like I used to look forward to his letters and visits. 

--Lory Shelton Baird

11 November 2010

Sun Valley Art Shows


Even though I've been his "brother-in-law" for 15 years, I'm still learning new things about him!

Marcus had an amazing way of making people laugh no matter the situation.  He could walk right into a "snooty" Sun Valley art showing right off the street, making crazy off the wall comments about the artwork, holding an empty wine glass, mocking the stereotype while the rest of us died of either laughter or embarrassment at the spectacle.

I always loved the way he took an exceptionally long time to tell a story and how his volume would gradually increase until the punchline erupted in unapologetic laughter.

Not to mention his Chewbacca impersonation that would floor his nephews.

Even with the grim news of his diagnosis he maintained his sense of humor and never gave up hope.  He loved life, my sister and I'm honored to have been a part of his life the past 15 years.

I look forward to more stories.

Keep hope alive!

-Todd Mahoney

10 November 2010

Memorial

Flowers picture and notes for our beloved friend.

Ice Blocking on Simplot Hill

Just laughing the other day about the time we went iceblocking at Simplot's hill and the cops showed up. Marcus not only convinced him that we weren't causing trouble, but got him to shine the spotlight on the hill for us! Marcus brought lots of smiles and will be so greatly missed! What an inspiration to us all! Colleen, you and the Shelton family are in our Thoughts and prayers!


--Jackie Grant Borgholthaus


There's more to that story. Marcus looked up J.R. in the phone book. When the man answering the phone didn't identify himself, Marcus said that was kind of looking for the person who could give permission to go ice-blocking on the hill. Marcus was very glad to hear J.R. Simplot reply,"that would be me."
--Michael Shelton

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Please email your thoughts and stories of Marcus to snotmucus@hotmail.com.  They will then be posted to this site.  I want to share his wonderful life with everyone. He was an incredible husband, friend, son, and brother.