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Tuesday, February 23, 2016
From Mom February 21, 2016 This was just one week?
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Dear Riley,
Sigh of relief. We all survived the week. I’m not exaggerating.
Today Elise turned 14. We got her a beautiful dress for her present and she looked so sophisticated and refined and beautiful today. I’m so glad I had her. Remember that magical day? I sure do. What a blessing it is to be a mother to all these wonderful children.
Elise was kind to me and asked for orange chicken for dinner with pan seared brussels sprouts. Easy stuff. I made a remarkable cake to finish things off tonight. She wanted chocolate cake with chocolate mousse filling and chocolate whipped cream frosting. I think I’ve never made such a delicious cake. Or at least not for a couple weeks. :)
This week Parker hit a wall in his depression. It was rough. He went to a counseling session and has gone back on his medication. “Enthusiastic cheers!” No, really. He can’t tell the difference, but we all can. I hope that he is able to pull things together. He did not get into BYU and that’s OK. He has been accepted to USU and we need to make plans. But really, that’s all that way far down the road.
Did I tell you that Josie is reading the Max books? She’s through the first two of the first set and asked me to help her read the third. She loves her preschool time and it is very good for her to keep her brain pleasantly engaged.
C got to perform with the world renowned King Singers at a concert at BYU this week. They performed two nights. Dad, Cambry and I went Thursday night. What a remarkable opportunity. They kept coming out for encores, three! We loved it.
Hey! Bike season is open here again. It hit the mid 50’s a couple times this week. Dad and I went out yesterday and biked up to State Street Grill and got our fish and chips. It was so fun. Then we took the bike into the shop for a major overhaul. Unfortunately, it’s going to be over a week before we get it back. Should have done it earlier. Oh well, it should be worth it.
Friday night Cambry and I went up to the Outlets and bought Spring colored cardigans. I took Elise out shopping Saturday night for her birthday present. I remembered this really sweet coral colored lace dress I’d seen up at the Outlets and took her up to see it. She tried it on and LOVED it. She added the same blue cardigan Cambry and I’d bought. They both wore theirs today and I didn’t get the memo.
Dad is so swamped at work. Good problems. But we're feeling some pressure. But we did have our bike trip. And we took a walk Friday evening with Cambryn over to Baskin Robbins. I love that date. And it was tastey. Oh, I made a Thai dish this week -- a lot of the Thai recipes use peanut butter. So basically, it's our idea of what constitutes Thai, but it's just not. Anyway, it was chicken and rice noodles in a peanut butter sauce. How do they keep their rice noodles from falling apart? They kept sucking all the moisture out of the sauce, so I'd add broth and it would disappear. And finally, I have these soft rice noodles of varying lengths in a tastey, but rather dry sauce.
My goodness! I just realized that it was just this last MONDAY that most of the Parishes went to ski Alta with the Ps. Dad taught Aleah again, she didn’t think she did well, but she did. Parker went down a black diamond run with M, DJ, S, D and C. When Parker told me, I looked at him in astonishment and said, “Are you good enough to do that?” he answered, “No! I stunk at it!” Elise skiid with E and J. She had one fantastic crash that J thought was masterful. She laughs it off, but she was sore the next day.
So Elise wondered if you had a baptism for her birthday. It hasn’t sounded like you’ve taught that family for a while. We’re wondering (and hoping) though.
I loved your last letter. You have an accent?!?! in English. That’s so funny. I liked the perspective you got from that returned missionary who served in Russia. You can’t weigh the worth of the gift by how it’s received. And the good news is that you are blessed for proffering the gift regardless. Like forever.
I love you, son. You take care. Work hard. Enjoy. Slow and steady wins the race.
Not only is Elise beautiful, she's also smart! She could figure the lighter where I could not.
Dear Riley,
Sigh of relief. We all survived the week. I’m not exaggerating.
Today Elise turned 14. We got her a beautiful dress for her present and she looked so sophisticated and refined and beautiful today. I’m so glad I had her. Remember that magical day? I sure do. What a blessing it is to be a mother to all these wonderful children.
Elise was kind to me and asked for orange chicken for dinner with pan seared brussels sprouts. Easy stuff. I made a remarkable cake to finish things off tonight. She wanted chocolate cake with chocolate mousse filling and chocolate whipped cream frosting. I think I’ve never made such a delicious cake. Or at least not for a couple weeks. :)
This week Parker hit a wall in his depression. It was rough. He went to a counseling session and has gone back on his medication. “Enthusiastic cheers!” No, really. He can’t tell the difference, but we all can. I hope that he is able to pull things together. He did not get into BYU and that’s OK. He has been accepted to USU and we need to make plans. But really, that’s all that way far down the road.
Did I tell you that Josie is reading the Max books? She’s through the first two of the first set and asked me to help her read the third. She loves her preschool time and it is very good for her to keep her brain pleasantly engaged.
C got to perform with the world renowned King Singers at a concert at BYU this week. They performed two nights. Dad, Cambry and I went Thursday night. What a remarkable opportunity. They kept coming out for encores, three! We loved it.
Hey! Bike season is open here again. It hit the mid 50’s a couple times this week. Dad and I went out yesterday and biked up to State Street Grill and got our fish and chips. It was so fun. Then we took the bike into the shop for a major overhaul. Unfortunately, it’s going to be over a week before we get it back. Should have done it earlier. Oh well, it should be worth it.
Friday night Cambry and I went up to the Outlets and bought Spring colored cardigans. I took Elise out shopping Saturday night for her birthday present. I remembered this really sweet coral colored lace dress I’d seen up at the Outlets and took her up to see it. She tried it on and LOVED it. She added the same blue cardigan Cambry and I’d bought. They both wore theirs today and I didn’t get the memo.
Dad is so swamped at work. Good problems. But we're feeling some pressure. But we did have our bike trip. And we took a walk Friday evening with Cambryn over to Baskin Robbins. I love that date. And it was tastey. Oh, I made a Thai dish this week -- a lot of the Thai recipes use peanut butter. So basically, it's our idea of what constitutes Thai, but it's just not. Anyway, it was chicken and rice noodles in a peanut butter sauce. How do they keep their rice noodles from falling apart? They kept sucking all the moisture out of the sauce, so I'd add broth and it would disappear. And finally, I have these soft rice noodles of varying lengths in a tastey, but rather dry sauce.
My goodness! I just realized that it was just this last MONDAY that most of the Parishes went to ski Alta with the Ps. Dad taught Aleah again, she didn’t think she did well, but she did. Parker went down a black diamond run with M, DJ, S, D and C. When Parker told me, I looked at him in astonishment and said, “Are you good enough to do that?” he answered, “No! I stunk at it!” Elise skiid with E and J. She had one fantastic crash that J thought was masterful. She laughs it off, but she was sore the next day.
So Elise wondered if you had a baptism for her birthday. It hasn’t sounded like you’ve taught that family for a while. We’re wondering (and hoping) though.
I loved your last letter. You have an accent?!?! in English. That’s so funny. I liked the perspective you got from that returned missionary who served in Russia. You can’t weigh the worth of the gift by how it’s received. And the good news is that you are blessed for proffering the gift regardless. Like forever.
I love you, son. You take care. Work hard. Enjoy. Slow and steady wins the race.
Love,
Mom
Hey, I saw on the missionary moms group that some missionaries had difficulty getting their emails last week. Did you get Dad and mine's? I know you got the pictures. I hope you got them, that would be such a bummer to not get letters!
Hey, I saw on the missionary moms group that some missionaries had difficulty getting their emails last week. Did you get Dad and mine's? I know you got the pictures. I hope you got them, that would be such a bummer to not get letters!
Not only is Elise beautiful, she's also smart! She could figure the lighter where I could not.
From Dad February 21, 2016
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Re: Letter 62 of 3
Dear Riley:
Today was Elise’s Birthday so it began with Eggs Benedict and Orange Julius and ended with Orange Chicken, Pan seared Brussels sprouts, sticky rice, and an amazing dark chocolate mousse/cream cake. We had Grandma and Grandpa P, DJ, and CH over for the party this evening. Mom took her shopping for an outfit last night and today she looked simply stunning. Elise is so sweet and such a beautiful talented young woman. What a blessing to have her in our family.
Parker had a bit of a tough time last week and is still coming out of a depressive episode. Scholastically he’s struggling a bit, though he always manages to pull out passing grades the last week of each term. He’s convinced now that perhaps he WOULD do better on some medication to help with anxiety and depression, but this takes awhile to work into his system and stabilize. He received a disappointing rejection letter from BYU, but has a few open offers from other local colleges. If you have time, he could use a few words of encouragement. I know he really looks up to you. He’s a good young man and has a lot going for him.
Spring seems just around the corner and yesterday the outdoor enthusiasts were out in droves enjoying the beautiful weather. Your mother and I took out the tandem and rode to A.F. We went by the Timpanogos Temple then down the huge hill to State Street Grill. Just coasting we briefly hit 38 mph. I was thinking about CY’s bike accident and considered what could happen if I lost focus (not that she lost focus...). It was awesome and great to be out. We ate the best fish and chips in the valley in the true New England style prepared by a genuine Bostonian before heading back home. Great date, so…consider this a “must try” when you get back.
The Spirit works in fascinating ways and I’m continually impressed by what it can do. Some time ago, I met with a member of my ward in an interview and had a strong impression regarding the individual which seemed presumptuous so I just set it aside wondering what should be done about it. After a number of weeks, this impression from the Spirit was confirmed through a third party source with details which fit perfectly into the earlier impression. I’m still not sure how things will play out, but what I do know was that hidden things were revealed to me through the Spirit. I’m seeking guidance on how to proceed but I believe this is borne of God’s love and desire to help an individual through an inspired leader. It’s a remarkable feeling and a little difficult to express. It’s just true and real, and really quiet, but you just know, and you know that you know it.
Well, it’s getting close to the time you may be online. We pray daily for you and your success and always look forward to your letters, and pictures. Keep up the good work, expect miracles, and do your part to make them happen.
Love,
Dad
P.S. “I’m in bed, but I miss you and want you to come home right now. I’ll be in school when you DO come home, so you might not see me…”
Love,
Josie
Re: Letter 62 of 3
Dear Riley:
Today was Elise’s Birthday so it began with Eggs Benedict and Orange Julius and ended with Orange Chicken, Pan seared Brussels sprouts, sticky rice, and an amazing dark chocolate mousse/cream cake. We had Grandma and Grandpa P, DJ, and CH over for the party this evening. Mom took her shopping for an outfit last night and today she looked simply stunning. Elise is so sweet and such a beautiful talented young woman. What a blessing to have her in our family.
Parker had a bit of a tough time last week and is still coming out of a depressive episode. Scholastically he’s struggling a bit, though he always manages to pull out passing grades the last week of each term. He’s convinced now that perhaps he WOULD do better on some medication to help with anxiety and depression, but this takes awhile to work into his system and stabilize. He received a disappointing rejection letter from BYU, but has a few open offers from other local colleges. If you have time, he could use a few words of encouragement. I know he really looks up to you. He’s a good young man and has a lot going for him.
Spring seems just around the corner and yesterday the outdoor enthusiasts were out in droves enjoying the beautiful weather. Your mother and I took out the tandem and rode to A.F. We went by the Timpanogos Temple then down the huge hill to State Street Grill. Just coasting we briefly hit 38 mph. I was thinking about CY’s bike accident and considered what could happen if I lost focus (not that she lost focus...). It was awesome and great to be out. We ate the best fish and chips in the valley in the true New England style prepared by a genuine Bostonian before heading back home. Great date, so…consider this a “must try” when you get back.
The Spirit works in fascinating ways and I’m continually impressed by what it can do. Some time ago, I met with a member of my ward in an interview and had a strong impression regarding the individual which seemed presumptuous so I just set it aside wondering what should be done about it. After a number of weeks, this impression from the Spirit was confirmed through a third party source with details which fit perfectly into the earlier impression. I’m still not sure how things will play out, but what I do know was that hidden things were revealed to me through the Spirit. I’m seeking guidance on how to proceed but I believe this is borne of God’s love and desire to help an individual through an inspired leader. It’s a remarkable feeling and a little difficult to express. It’s just true and real, and really quiet, but you just know, and you know that you know it.
Well, it’s getting close to the time you may be online. We pray daily for you and your success and always look forward to your letters, and pictures. Keep up the good work, expect miracles, and do your part to make them happen.
Love,
Dad
P.S. “I’m in bed, but I miss you and want you to come home right now. I’ll be in school when you DO come home, so you might not see me…”
Love,
Josie
Monday, February 15, 2016
Since you've been gone...
...we're all turned around.
This was a quick save as Dad, Parker, Elise, and Aleah spent the day skiing. Rough, huh?
From Mom February 14, 2016 Lovey stuff
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Dear Riley,
Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you feel our love all the way from home. We sure do love you, Riley. It seems in some ways like you’ve been gone forever and in others that judging from how fast times has passed like you’ll be back in the blink of an eye.
We’ve had a massive week. We attended C’s play Monday night. It was great. It was a small cast - 10 - adaptation of Peter and the Star Chasers, Peter Pan. C played Slightly, one of two lost boys next to Pan. The show was made for audience interaction, it plays matinees daily for school audiences. Josie was in heaven.
Tuesday night Dad, Cambry, and I went to C’s choir concert at BYU. It was fabulous. We spent time visiting in the foyer. Oh! I have to tell you a story. C was going around rubbing the frayed end of his hoodie cord in peoples’ ears. Dad observed this and quietly moved positions in the group (away from me). All the sudden I realized that Dad had given C a Wet Willy! He’d gone to the drinking fountain and wet his finger and waited patiently for 5 minutes or more for C to turn his head just right. I guess we’re better friends than I thought! After visiting in the foyer for some time, Dad and I, C and C, and the C’s walked over to the creamery for ice cream. It was a lovely evening.
Wednesday was parent-teacher conferences at the high school. Had some good conversations with a couple teachers. Hoping Parker pulls it together. After running all afternoon to all the normal obligations, I was tired. Aleah had to go to the church for activity days. Blah. I took her and knew she was headed into the multipurpose room. But I noticed a text which said they’d changed rooms, so I parked and went in to make sure she made it ok. That’s when I realized I had an RS meeting to be at there. I just wanted to go someplace quiet (the temple was the plan) but ended up staying. I’m glad I went, I had some good impressions. We were challenged in the month of February to make meaningful service to people we usually don’t. So I’ve been praying more sincerely in the morning to be led to those God would have me bless…
Thursday morning Bro H called for Dad. He’ll be 100 in two months. He always says when he speaks to me, “I don’t believe I know you…” So after dropping Josie off to music class and loading K into the carseat, the Spirit said, “You aren’t so very busy. You could go visit Bro H.” So I smiled and did. Bro H told me while I was there that his days get long and lonely. I was glad I’d listened to the impression.
Friday morning while I was saying my prayers, they were interrupted by the impression to pray for CY who I visit teach. I know her burdens and I was eager to throw her needs to top priority in that prayer. But I didn’t think much more about it. Until the phone rang 30 minutes later and B was telling me that she’d been riding her bike in Las Vegas the night before and had been hit by a truck. She was in critical condition, but is expected to recover. That was a tender moment for me. I was used to bless my friend who really needed to be blessed in that moment. She’s a sister.
Dad and I went to Texas Roadhouse that night for Valentine’s day. It was delicious. I don’t crave steaks like Dad does, but mine was really tender and flavorful. He also gave me roses and See’s dark chocolates. Last night as I was getting ready for the adult session of stake conference, I bit into a dark truffle. It was a chocolate cloud. I wanted to eat it all myself and at the same time share the marvelousness of it with Dad. I shared. He loved it and since I hadn’t yet gotten him something for Valentine’s day, I suggested we go after the session and get him a box of truffles.
As we were pulling out of the parking lot following the session, I plugged my dying phone into my car for life support. We were pushing 9 and we weren’t sure we’d make it to See’s to get the chocolates before they closed. But Dad scooted out of the parking lot and I said, “I think we’re going to make it for chocolates!” and in that moment, the radio sang out like Angelic Choirs, “Ahhhh” as the system had finished trying to communicate with my phone. Oh, it was funny! We barely made the purchase. But. On the way home we were eating and Dad asked for a nut cluster. He bit down hard -- on his tongue. He made meatloaf in that spot, ah poor guy. They handed us the wrong box, not the truffles, which wouldn’t have caused him to chomp on his tongue. I’ll have to go back for him later.
Our Stake Conference was excellent. I felt the Spirit throughout and I was instructed. Last night Pres B encouraged us to be more patient. Oh, I need that. And it was good because a brother spoke today who had brain cancer and therefore speaks very slowly. I had to force myself to settle down and patiently wait for words to form. He said that he was grateful for his cancer. It made me think of my conversion when 1 Nephi 21:18 became a treasure. I understood that the hard things that happen in our life, the ones we allow to bring us to Christ, they become beautiful souvenirs on our path back home, dazzling ornaments we bind to us as we walk into union with Christ.
The P are in town and everyone is over at Grandma’s already. I’ve gotta go.
I love you so much, son. Keep up the good work.
Love, Mom
Then we all wanted to sing.
This was intentional.
Aunt D taught the kids how to roll gumdrops into flowers to decorate sugar cookies Grandma patiently rolled out for the kids.
Dear Riley,
Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you feel our love all the way from home. We sure do love you, Riley. It seems in some ways like you’ve been gone forever and in others that judging from how fast times has passed like you’ll be back in the blink of an eye.
We’ve had a massive week. We attended C’s play Monday night. It was great. It was a small cast - 10 - adaptation of Peter and the Star Chasers, Peter Pan. C played Slightly, one of two lost boys next to Pan. The show was made for audience interaction, it plays matinees daily for school audiences. Josie was in heaven.
Tuesday night Dad, Cambry, and I went to C’s choir concert at BYU. It was fabulous. We spent time visiting in the foyer. Oh! I have to tell you a story. C was going around rubbing the frayed end of his hoodie cord in peoples’ ears. Dad observed this and quietly moved positions in the group (away from me). All the sudden I realized that Dad had given C a Wet Willy! He’d gone to the drinking fountain and wet his finger and waited patiently for 5 minutes or more for C to turn his head just right. I guess we’re better friends than I thought! After visiting in the foyer for some time, Dad and I, C and C, and the C’s walked over to the creamery for ice cream. It was a lovely evening.
Wednesday was parent-teacher conferences at the high school. Had some good conversations with a couple teachers. Hoping Parker pulls it together. After running all afternoon to all the normal obligations, I was tired. Aleah had to go to the church for activity days. Blah. I took her and knew she was headed into the multipurpose room. But I noticed a text which said they’d changed rooms, so I parked and went in to make sure she made it ok. That’s when I realized I had an RS meeting to be at there. I just wanted to go someplace quiet (the temple was the plan) but ended up staying. I’m glad I went, I had some good impressions. We were challenged in the month of February to make meaningful service to people we usually don’t. So I’ve been praying more sincerely in the morning to be led to those God would have me bless…
Thursday morning Bro H called for Dad. He’ll be 100 in two months. He always says when he speaks to me, “I don’t believe I know you…” So after dropping Josie off to music class and loading K into the carseat, the Spirit said, “You aren’t so very busy. You could go visit Bro H.” So I smiled and did. Bro H told me while I was there that his days get long and lonely. I was glad I’d listened to the impression.
Friday morning while I was saying my prayers, they were interrupted by the impression to pray for CY who I visit teach. I know her burdens and I was eager to throw her needs to top priority in that prayer. But I didn’t think much more about it. Until the phone rang 30 minutes later and B was telling me that she’d been riding her bike in Las Vegas the night before and had been hit by a truck. She was in critical condition, but is expected to recover. That was a tender moment for me. I was used to bless my friend who really needed to be blessed in that moment. She’s a sister.
Dad and I went to Texas Roadhouse that night for Valentine’s day. It was delicious. I don’t crave steaks like Dad does, but mine was really tender and flavorful. He also gave me roses and See’s dark chocolates. Last night as I was getting ready for the adult session of stake conference, I bit into a dark truffle. It was a chocolate cloud. I wanted to eat it all myself and at the same time share the marvelousness of it with Dad. I shared. He loved it and since I hadn’t yet gotten him something for Valentine’s day, I suggested we go after the session and get him a box of truffles.
As we were pulling out of the parking lot following the session, I plugged my dying phone into my car for life support. We were pushing 9 and we weren’t sure we’d make it to See’s to get the chocolates before they closed. But Dad scooted out of the parking lot and I said, “I think we’re going to make it for chocolates!” and in that moment, the radio sang out like Angelic Choirs, “Ahhhh” as the system had finished trying to communicate with my phone. Oh, it was funny! We barely made the purchase. But. On the way home we were eating and Dad asked for a nut cluster. He bit down hard -- on his tongue. He made meatloaf in that spot, ah poor guy. They handed us the wrong box, not the truffles, which wouldn’t have caused him to chomp on his tongue. I’ll have to go back for him later.
Our Stake Conference was excellent. I felt the Spirit throughout and I was instructed. Last night Pres B encouraged us to be more patient. Oh, I need that. And it was good because a brother spoke today who had brain cancer and therefore speaks very slowly. I had to force myself to settle down and patiently wait for words to form. He said that he was grateful for his cancer. It made me think of my conversion when 1 Nephi 21:18 became a treasure. I understood that the hard things that happen in our life, the ones we allow to bring us to Christ, they become beautiful souvenirs on our path back home, dazzling ornaments we bind to us as we walk into union with Christ.
The P are in town and everyone is over at Grandma’s already. I’ve gotta go.
I love you so much, son. Keep up the good work.
Love, Mom
Grandma requested they sing for us again.
This was intentional.
From Dad February 14, 2016
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Re: Letter 61 of 3
Dear Riley:
Happy Valentine’s Day! We just walked inthe door from Stake Conference and I’m enjoying the break from the usual Sunday routine. I slept in, woke up to fresh cinnamon rolls, and had a leisurely breakfast which culminated in a mad dash out the door with the family. The theme was “be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you…” (1 Peter 3:15) One of the things I came away with from this conference was a greater appreciation of how very interconnected faith and hope are. Actually, there is a good reason the three sisters; faith, hope, and charity are frequently mentioned together. I considered how those without faith also live in a state of hopelessness, at least in the sense of those things which matter most, and what a pitiful existence they endure. My own faith brings hope in things which are not seen but are true, and invites a quiet assurance, peace, and happiness which makes my life full and complete. The adult session touched in part on patience and how we deal with those who are unable to find their faith. It gave me food for thought on how I can work with those within my stewardship and family.
The P are in town for a few days and we will be spent a few hours with them this evening at the February birthday bash. They’re just a riot. Tomorrow our family is going skiing with them, which should be a blast. We’ve been so busy with other things, that in spite of substantial snowfall, we haven’t been skiing once this season.
My bees died last week. I’m sad and a little bewildered. I’m certain they were warm enough because I had been monitoring the temperature inside the hive. They had plenty of food, but exhibited some behaviors which indicated starvation. Anyway, I’m not giving up and will be starting a community beekeeping class next week.
I don’t know if your mother mentioned the recent accident with RB, or if you even remember the B who used to live in the Y’s home. R is someone who attacks life head on and is something of an adrenaline junkie. About three weeks ago, he went off a fairly high jump while skiing, landed sitting down, and shattered his C12. He endured an excruciating ambulance ride up from B for several hours followed by several days of agony at the hospital waiting for him to stabilize enough for surgery. They fused five vertebrae in his back and removed fragments of bone which were pinching his spinal cord. Luckily nothing had punctured the spinal cord, but it was sort of like hitting a garden hose with a hammer. Even though it appears fine from the outside, there may be internal damage and it’s still too early to know whether or not he’ll walk again. So far he can feel pressure in some places on his legs but doesn’t have normal feeling. It’s so sad! This family has endured some really hard things over the years.
The Y family got an extra portion of trial added to their already loaded down plate. Last Thursday Sister Y was in Las Vegas for business and got hit by a truck while bicycling. She ended up in the hospital in critical condition with several broken ribs, a collapsed lung, a broken pelvis, compound fracture on her leg from a broken tibia and fibula, broken elbow, a broken fingers, and extensive lacerations over her body. She’s quite fortunate to be alive. The driver who hit her called for help and stayed with her even though he was driving without insurance. It’s possible if he had gotten scared and left the scene of the accident she wouldn’t have made it. So now she’ll be in a Vegas hospital for around a week and not earning money for at least six weeks. Members are rallying to the cause and doing what they can to help. This is just one more reminder of how things in your life can change in the blink of an eye. In the case of RB, sometimes it’s a radical course adjustment with a potentially far reaching impact. What’s interesting is watching how events of this nature shape character and either draw individuals closer to God or drive them farther away. I’m grateful for the gospel and the perspective it provides especially when dealing with difficult things.
Though we haven’t had to personally deal with difficulty of this nature recently, the drive and demand over the past three weeks has been almost more than one can handle. As such, your mother and I missed two weeks in a row of temple attendance. This is something that hasn’t happened in a long while. Even though we were able to attend the Provo Center Temple open house during this period, I found myself missing the peace of temple worship. Thursday morning as I knelt in my morning prayers and placed my burdens before God asking for respite, I had the words come to my mind. “Come to my house, and find rest.” We went to the Temple Thursday evening and did an endowment session. I left feeling renewed, with my burdens lighter and easier to bear, and ready to face the challenges of the coming week. Interestingly, nothing else in my circumstances has changed. I feel sorry for the individuals who can’t tap into this remarkable spiritual fountain of physical renewal. I told your mother that the day I’m released as bishop, I want to be recommended as a temple worker.
Well, we enjoyed the latest report and pray this new companionship will be a great asset to the work in your area. I also pray that you will be able to see God’s hand and recognize how He daily utilizes you as an instrument to build His kingdom. Small and simple, slow and steady is most frequently the way He works. Keep up the good work. We’re so pleased with your efforts and the obvious growth the mission has effected in your life, not to mention the tremendous blessings it has brought to our family. Chin up, shoulders back!
Love,
Dad
Re: Letter 61 of 3
Dear Riley:
Happy Valentine’s Day! We just walked inthe door from Stake Conference and I’m enjoying the break from the usual Sunday routine. I slept in, woke up to fresh cinnamon rolls, and had a leisurely breakfast which culminated in a mad dash out the door with the family. The theme was “be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you…” (1 Peter 3:15) One of the things I came away with from this conference was a greater appreciation of how very interconnected faith and hope are. Actually, there is a good reason the three sisters; faith, hope, and charity are frequently mentioned together. I considered how those without faith also live in a state of hopelessness, at least in the sense of those things which matter most, and what a pitiful existence they endure. My own faith brings hope in things which are not seen but are true, and invites a quiet assurance, peace, and happiness which makes my life full and complete. The adult session touched in part on patience and how we deal with those who are unable to find their faith. It gave me food for thought on how I can work with those within my stewardship and family.
The P are in town for a few days and we will be spent a few hours with them this evening at the February birthday bash. They’re just a riot. Tomorrow our family is going skiing with them, which should be a blast. We’ve been so busy with other things, that in spite of substantial snowfall, we haven’t been skiing once this season.
My bees died last week. I’m sad and a little bewildered. I’m certain they were warm enough because I had been monitoring the temperature inside the hive. They had plenty of food, but exhibited some behaviors which indicated starvation. Anyway, I’m not giving up and will be starting a community beekeeping class next week.
I don’t know if your mother mentioned the recent accident with RB, or if you even remember the B who used to live in the Y’s home. R is someone who attacks life head on and is something of an adrenaline junkie. About three weeks ago, he went off a fairly high jump while skiing, landed sitting down, and shattered his C12. He endured an excruciating ambulance ride up from B for several hours followed by several days of agony at the hospital waiting for him to stabilize enough for surgery. They fused five vertebrae in his back and removed fragments of bone which were pinching his spinal cord. Luckily nothing had punctured the spinal cord, but it was sort of like hitting a garden hose with a hammer. Even though it appears fine from the outside, there may be internal damage and it’s still too early to know whether or not he’ll walk again. So far he can feel pressure in some places on his legs but doesn’t have normal feeling. It’s so sad! This family has endured some really hard things over the years.
The Y family got an extra portion of trial added to their already loaded down plate. Last Thursday Sister Y was in Las Vegas for business and got hit by a truck while bicycling. She ended up in the hospital in critical condition with several broken ribs, a collapsed lung, a broken pelvis, compound fracture on her leg from a broken tibia and fibula, broken elbow, a broken fingers, and extensive lacerations over her body. She’s quite fortunate to be alive. The driver who hit her called for help and stayed with her even though he was driving without insurance. It’s possible if he had gotten scared and left the scene of the accident she wouldn’t have made it. So now she’ll be in a Vegas hospital for around a week and not earning money for at least six weeks. Members are rallying to the cause and doing what they can to help. This is just one more reminder of how things in your life can change in the blink of an eye. In the case of RB, sometimes it’s a radical course adjustment with a potentially far reaching impact. What’s interesting is watching how events of this nature shape character and either draw individuals closer to God or drive them farther away. I’m grateful for the gospel and the perspective it provides especially when dealing with difficult things.
Though we haven’t had to personally deal with difficulty of this nature recently, the drive and demand over the past three weeks has been almost more than one can handle. As such, your mother and I missed two weeks in a row of temple attendance. This is something that hasn’t happened in a long while. Even though we were able to attend the Provo Center Temple open house during this period, I found myself missing the peace of temple worship. Thursday morning as I knelt in my morning prayers and placed my burdens before God asking for respite, I had the words come to my mind. “Come to my house, and find rest.” We went to the Temple Thursday evening and did an endowment session. I left feeling renewed, with my burdens lighter and easier to bear, and ready to face the challenges of the coming week. Interestingly, nothing else in my circumstances has changed. I feel sorry for the individuals who can’t tap into this remarkable spiritual fountain of physical renewal. I told your mother that the day I’m released as bishop, I want to be recommended as a temple worker.
Well, we enjoyed the latest report and pray this new companionship will be a great asset to the work in your area. I also pray that you will be able to see God’s hand and recognize how He daily utilizes you as an instrument to build His kingdom. Small and simple, slow and steady is most frequently the way He works. Keep up the good work. We’re so pleased with your efforts and the obvious growth the mission has effected in your life, not to mention the tremendous blessings it has brought to our family. Chin up, shoulders back!
Love,
Dad
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Mahi Mahi
3 T honey
3 T soy sauce
3 T basalmic vinegar
1 tsp grated fresh ginger root
1 glove garlic minced
2 t olive oil
24 oz mahi mahi fillet
salt and pepper to taste
Marinate skin side down in a shallow glass pan. Cover and refrigerate 20 minutes. Fry fish 4-6 minutes per side. Remove fish to serving platter.
While fish is cooking, pour marinade in small pan and boil a minute or two. Serve over fish.
Monday, February 8, 2016
From Mom February 8, 2016 Saying Goodbye
Friday, February 5, 2016
Dear Riley,
I feel like I’ve cheated a little: I know you’re training Elder C from Oregon in Chaing Mai. Elder C has been held up getting into the country because of visa troubles. You look really good and happy, and I loved that you got to look directly into the video camera and smile for us (Josie wondered if you could see us). I can’t believe it’s just a little over a year since you were being trained by Elder S who is now HOME! So tell me what I don’t know.
It’s snowed almost all week here. The sun comes out and melts things and then we go back under cloud cover and get more showers. Dad is so tired of shoveling. Also in sad news, Dad just discovered his bees all died in the last two weeks. Winter’s been hard on us I guess.
I regret that I haven’t been enjoying this wonderful snow skiing. When I wrecked on Elise’s bike in October, I banged my shin just about the place you put pressure in your ski boot and it is still sensitive to the touch. D and D are coming next weekend and the family is supposed to take a ski day with them… I guess we’ll know then if I can take the pain or not.
Mr. K called me as my PTA meeting was closing at C Wednesday because Parker fainted in his classroom during pride. Parker felt kind of strange and went to get a drink, but passed out in the doorway. I went and picked him up and took him to the doc just to make sure (he’s now just about 6’). He had eaten in the morning, but he hadn’t had anything to drink. He’d been ice fishing the night before, so maybe he was just dehydrated and therefore had low blood pressure. Never a dull moment.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Hi again. I haven’t heard more on Parker, so I assume there is nothing to worry about.
Bro M’s funeral was yesterday. I had a hard time getting moving, though I had big plans for how to fill my day around the funeral. I went down to do yoga and everything was just so tight. Typically I will just push through and things will loosen up and I’m glad I persisted. But yesterday, I just did 20 minutes and called it good. Then I moved to the elliptical. Kids were talking to me and I had my book ready so it was ideal for a good workout. But after 10 minutes when Dad called us to family prayer, I was glad for a reason to get off. As I ate breakfast I realized that I didn’t want to push because I was sad - I was burying a friend and there is a natural weight in the heart at that. A heavy heart shouldn’t be pushed, but consoled.
It was interesting to me that as I let tears fall through the events of the day, I came back to yoga in the evening and everything felt happy again. My grief was clogging my body.
The funeral was wonderful, a fitting goodbye to such a good man. Dad knew that he would have a limited amount of time for his remarks, so he prepared a few different things. He ended up sharing that sweet time when Josie woke up and the hometeachers had been over and she was upset we hadn’t woken her to be with Bro M. So we consoled her by letting her call and speak with him. He told her he’d bring her something over special in the next couple days. But then within an hour brought her a special card with a picture of himself in it. After connecting with her, he headed across the street. Before he could get all the way across, Josie called out to him, “Wait! I didn’t get a hug!” So he ran back to her obligingly. As he rose from that hug, he noticed her lips puckered up for kiss and, hesitating only for a second, he obliged her again. It was a sweet moment in a time that he knew his time was limited. I’m very grateful we had the opportunity to have him in our home monthly for those visits over the years.
Then in Dad’s remarks, he had transcribed Bishop M’s words as he spoke to B and A at Becca’s funeral and Dad shared that lesson, in G’s words, with his grandchildren. It was sweet all around.
One thing I considered from the funeral was that his kids got a hug and an “I love you” everyday. Though I know you kids know that I love you, and I do embrace readily, I’m sure I don’t hug each kid everyday, especially as they get older. So I’ve resolved to change. You know who gave the longest hug last night at this announcement? Aleah. You know who ran away and made it hard? Parker. But I planted a hug on him when he was reaching for the IKEA chocolate we brought home after the graveside service up in Salt Lake.
Since Friday we haven’t had anymore snow and we have had some really nice sunshine. Ahhh.
Tonight the Provo City Temple is offering special tours to the single girls and women of the area which include the bride’s room and a sealing room. I wondered why we didn’t get to see the bride’s room in the earlier tour. But I get to take Elise and Aleah this evening. Cambry is going with her single’s ward RS in the afternoon.
So I’ve been wondering something. As you’re training Elder C, you must be looking back to your own first few weeks in country. I’m wondering what you would tell yourself at that juncture were you able to go back and give advice. And how does your current perspective inform the way you train?
I love you, Riley. I’m so pleased with the way you conduct yourself. I got another couple messages from Thai friends that you are an awesome missionary. It warms my heart, son. I know the work is hard. I recognize that change is often slow. But I also know what I feel when I ponder the truths I am fortunate enough to have laid out for me. I know that what you share offers peace and hope and every other good fruit. You don’t have to convert the Thai nation. But you do have to live worthy of sharing with the few God sent you touch. I trust you to hear the little whispers that place you in their path. And I trust you to listen as words are given you to speak.
I hope Chaad’s family is still on track for baptism on Elise’s birthday! Wouldn’t that be sweet all around?
With so much love,
Mom
Dear Riley,
I feel like I’ve cheated a little: I know you’re training Elder C from Oregon in Chaing Mai. Elder C has been held up getting into the country because of visa troubles. You look really good and happy, and I loved that you got to look directly into the video camera and smile for us (Josie wondered if you could see us). I can’t believe it’s just a little over a year since you were being trained by Elder S who is now HOME! So tell me what I don’t know.
It’s snowed almost all week here. The sun comes out and melts things and then we go back under cloud cover and get more showers. Dad is so tired of shoveling. Also in sad news, Dad just discovered his bees all died in the last two weeks. Winter’s been hard on us I guess.
I regret that I haven’t been enjoying this wonderful snow skiing. When I wrecked on Elise’s bike in October, I banged my shin just about the place you put pressure in your ski boot and it is still sensitive to the touch. D and D are coming next weekend and the family is supposed to take a ski day with them… I guess we’ll know then if I can take the pain or not.
Mr. K called me as my PTA meeting was closing at C Wednesday because Parker fainted in his classroom during pride. Parker felt kind of strange and went to get a drink, but passed out in the doorway. I went and picked him up and took him to the doc just to make sure (he’s now just about 6’). He had eaten in the morning, but he hadn’t had anything to drink. He’d been ice fishing the night before, so maybe he was just dehydrated and therefore had low blood pressure. Never a dull moment.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Hi again. I haven’t heard more on Parker, so I assume there is nothing to worry about.
Bro M’s funeral was yesterday. I had a hard time getting moving, though I had big plans for how to fill my day around the funeral. I went down to do yoga and everything was just so tight. Typically I will just push through and things will loosen up and I’m glad I persisted. But yesterday, I just did 20 minutes and called it good. Then I moved to the elliptical. Kids were talking to me and I had my book ready so it was ideal for a good workout. But after 10 minutes when Dad called us to family prayer, I was glad for a reason to get off. As I ate breakfast I realized that I didn’t want to push because I was sad - I was burying a friend and there is a natural weight in the heart at that. A heavy heart shouldn’t be pushed, but consoled.
It was interesting to me that as I let tears fall through the events of the day, I came back to yoga in the evening and everything felt happy again. My grief was clogging my body.
The funeral was wonderful, a fitting goodbye to such a good man. Dad knew that he would have a limited amount of time for his remarks, so he prepared a few different things. He ended up sharing that sweet time when Josie woke up and the hometeachers had been over and she was upset we hadn’t woken her to be with Bro M. So we consoled her by letting her call and speak with him. He told her he’d bring her something over special in the next couple days. But then within an hour brought her a special card with a picture of himself in it. After connecting with her, he headed across the street. Before he could get all the way across, Josie called out to him, “Wait! I didn’t get a hug!” So he ran back to her obligingly. As he rose from that hug, he noticed her lips puckered up for kiss and, hesitating only for a second, he obliged her again. It was a sweet moment in a time that he knew his time was limited. I’m very grateful we had the opportunity to have him in our home monthly for those visits over the years.
Then in Dad’s remarks, he had transcribed Bishop M’s words as he spoke to B and A at Becca’s funeral and Dad shared that lesson, in G’s words, with his grandchildren. It was sweet all around.
One thing I considered from the funeral was that his kids got a hug and an “I love you” everyday. Though I know you kids know that I love you, and I do embrace readily, I’m sure I don’t hug each kid everyday, especially as they get older. So I’ve resolved to change. You know who gave the longest hug last night at this announcement? Aleah. You know who ran away and made it hard? Parker. But I planted a hug on him when he was reaching for the IKEA chocolate we brought home after the graveside service up in Salt Lake.
Since Friday we haven’t had anymore snow and we have had some really nice sunshine. Ahhh.
Tonight the Provo City Temple is offering special tours to the single girls and women of the area which include the bride’s room and a sealing room. I wondered why we didn’t get to see the bride’s room in the earlier tour. But I get to take Elise and Aleah this evening. Cambry is going with her single’s ward RS in the afternoon.
So I’ve been wondering something. As you’re training Elder C, you must be looking back to your own first few weeks in country. I’m wondering what you would tell yourself at that juncture were you able to go back and give advice. And how does your current perspective inform the way you train?
I love you, Riley. I’m so pleased with the way you conduct yourself. I got another couple messages from Thai friends that you are an awesome missionary. It warms my heart, son. I know the work is hard. I recognize that change is often slow. But I also know what I feel when I ponder the truths I am fortunate enough to have laid out for me. I know that what you share offers peace and hope and every other good fruit. You don’t have to convert the Thai nation. But you do have to live worthy of sharing with the few God sent you touch. I trust you to hear the little whispers that place you in their path. And I trust you to listen as words are given you to speak.
I hope Chaad’s family is still on track for baptism on Elise’s birthday! Wouldn’t that be sweet all around?
With so much love,
Mom
From Dad February 7, 2016
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Re: Letter 60 of 3
Dear Riley:
It’s been a very busy week, and unbelievably busy Sunday. My evening was taken up by an unexpected obligation and I’m worried about not getting anything to you. This is the content of my remarks for GM’s funeral.
“There is a process in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints where good men and women deeply committed to the work the Lord has assigned them can, over time, effect quiet miracles in the lives of the boys and girls (and men and women) who are given to them to teach and to lead. I have been a participant in and benefactor of that process.” GM 2004
I know that each of you within the sound of my voice could share a tender memory of how your life was touched and improved by some aspect of G’s character. As I’ve reflected on G’s life and its impact on my own, I’m flooded with memories that span nearly 36 years. They all bring a smile, and instill in me a resolve “to try a litter harder to be a little better.” One such memory occurred in recent years when he had been told by doctors that he had just a few months to live. As such, every minute seemed more precious and time with his family, a premium. He had accepted the assignment to serve as my home teacher. For those of you not of his faith, this consists, at a minimum, of a monthly contact preferably in the home to check up on needs of several families. Usually there is a spiritual message and a blessing left on the home and family. G came faithfully for years even when his health could have given him an easy excuse to opt out. That he loved children was evident by how my own gravitated to him. He knew their names. He was genuinely interested in what they were doing, what they had to say, and what was going on in their lives. That he knew how to reach children was evident by how he worked with them. I never saw him impatient or flustered when young energetic children vying for his attention and approval caused him to break his current train of thought and focus on them for a moment. This he did tenderly and masterfully. He always took pains to bring the conversation and teaching down to the level of the little ones and frequently brought props to engage and captivate young hearts and imaginations.
Story of Josie:
My youngest child Josie and G had a special bond. It was beautiful to watch and I’m still not sure who had who wrapped around their finger. One particular time nearly 2 years ago he came and left while my youngest, a beautiful verbose girl of three, slept. She awoke some time later and came down to find extra chairs in the front room. She immediately inquired as to who had been in our home while she napped. When she discovered that she had missed G’s visit, she was undone and protested “BUT I WANTED TO SEE HIM!” She carried on until we placated her by allowing her to talk to G on the phone. While on the phone, G promised to come back over within the next couple days and bring something special just for her. He showed up on our door step an hour later with a card and a hand written note in which he expressed his love for her and her Heavenly Father’s love for her. In it he had enclosed a picture of himself. (She treats it as a treasure to this day.) G didn’t just hand it to her, but got down to her level and chatted with her for a time. When he left awhile later, he made it across the street before she called out “Wait! I forgot to give you a hug and a kiss.” G responded that this was something he would come back across the street for, and promptly did. I was walking down the street looking back over my shoulder while this scene played out. I can still see the image in my mind of G bending over and Josie on her tiptoes puckering up to give him a kiss. It warmed my heart and I wondered who else would be willing to go to this much trouble for someone else’s child. I’m not sure many would, but I’m confident Christ would, and I know that G did and I will always remember and be grateful for his Christ-like example.
There was another instance which sticks out in my mind in which G took particular thought of children. This occurred nearly 11 years ago when a young mother passed away following the delivery of her third child. As with many funerals, the words at her funeral were inspired and heartfelt, but perhaps beyond the comprehension of the young children present and grieving that day. G was inspired to get down to their level as he was so adept at doing and speak personally to them. I’m confident that if he were to have his way today, a portion of the remarks would be directed toward children. So today, in honor of G and his sensitivity towards children, I have taken and adapted the words he spoke 11 years ago. Aside from a few omitted names and the insertion of his own name, the words are his own.
“Today I would like to speak to the small children for just a few minutes, but the rest of you can listen while I review a few principles of the gospel….Now all of the young children, I want you to look at my hand (hold up hand with white glove). Let’s pretend that this hand represents your spirit. Now probably if it was your spirit, you probably wouldn’t be able to see it very well, I’m not sure, but let’s pretend that this hand represents your spirit. Each of you lived as a spirit with your Heavenly Father before you came to this earth. The spirit can move and it can wiggle and it could do all kinds of things and it lived by itself. Now, (hold up glove) pretend that this glove is your body. Until the spirit enters into this body, it cannot move. It can’t do one thing by itself. When the time came for you to enter into this world, your spirit was clothed with your body (place glove on hand) and your body became alive. From your birth and until your death your spirit and your body are together and you are said to be alive. At the time of your death, whenever that is, in childhood, or your teenage years, or young adulthood, or middle age years, or old age, your spirit will be separated from the body and the body will be placed in the ground (remove outer glove and set on lower pulpit). But what happens to the spirit? The spirit is alive. Your body is lifeless. It will not be able to move because your spirit will be gone from it. Your spirit, however, will not die. It goes up with other spirits where they will be able to mingle and talk and rejoice with one another. They have only been separated from their earthly body. Now this is what happened to G. His spirit separated from his body. We all saw his body in this lovely casket and it was lying much like this glove. It could not speak, it could not move. There was no life in it. His spirit was no longer there. Although his body is dead, he is not dead. The part of him that looked through his eyes, that felt with his heart, that thought with his mind, is his spirit, and it is in heaven. It allowed him to think and to smile and to act, and to know, and to be. That part of his spirit lives on. He is only separated from his body. This is the plan that Heavenly Father designed for you and me; for your grandparents, and for all of these people in this room and for G. We know from the scriptures and from holy prophets that Jesus Christ came to earth. He lived a perfect life. He suffered for the sins of mankind, and eventually He was hung on a cross and killed by wicked men. At Easter time we will remember that on the third day, after Jesus died, He was raised from the dead. And that is what we call the resurrection. That means that his body which was lying in the tomb reunited with His spirit, and that’s what’s going to happen to you and to me, and to G at the right time. At the right time we will be called forward in the morning of the first resurrection and we will be clothed in immortality and eternal life. Now what happens at the resurrection is something wonderful. (Place glove back on hand) Our spirit reenters our body, but our body becomes perfect. It cannot get sick, and our body and our spirit are put together and we have a glory. We go back as personages of light. What a wonderful teaching that we have from the prophets of God.
These are marvelous truths of the gospel. We all must hold them near and dear to our hearts. Sometime in the future we will have the opportunity to embrace our loved ones who have gone on. We don’t know how long that will be but please know that I (G) have a testimony of this wonderful plan of life. It is called the plan of happiness. May the comforter come into our lives, for he has promised peace to each one of us, not as the world giveth peace, but only as He giveth. It is that still small [voice of] assurance that speaks to our hearts and speaks to our minds. God lives and he loves us. God has a plan for each one of us. I know that the events of the past few days were God’s plan made manifest, as hard as that may be to understand. May we come to accept this…this knowledge of God’s plan of happiness.” (Taken and adapted from G’s funeral address for Rebecca Parish 2005)
G was only three years old when his father was killed in a tragic accident while performing an act of service for another. G was so young that he had virtually no recollection of life with his father. Nor were there letters or journals in his father’s handwriting left for G to know him better. “Oh how many times I have longed to be held in my father’s arms, to have him comfort me and counsel with me…” I stand before you today secure in the knowledge that this reunion has occurred and that it was joyful and sweet for G. I also bear witness of another reunion with another father; the father of G’s spirit. I believe this will also be joyful and sweet for G as his Heavenly Father embraces him and speaks the affirming words
…. Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord. Matthew 25:21
Love,
Dad
Re: Letter 60 of 3
Dear Riley:
It’s been a very busy week, and unbelievably busy Sunday. My evening was taken up by an unexpected obligation and I’m worried about not getting anything to you. This is the content of my remarks for GM’s funeral.
“There is a process in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints where good men and women deeply committed to the work the Lord has assigned them can, over time, effect quiet miracles in the lives of the boys and girls (and men and women) who are given to them to teach and to lead. I have been a participant in and benefactor of that process.” GM 2004
I know that each of you within the sound of my voice could share a tender memory of how your life was touched and improved by some aspect of G’s character. As I’ve reflected on G’s life and its impact on my own, I’m flooded with memories that span nearly 36 years. They all bring a smile, and instill in me a resolve “to try a litter harder to be a little better.” One such memory occurred in recent years when he had been told by doctors that he had just a few months to live. As such, every minute seemed more precious and time with his family, a premium. He had accepted the assignment to serve as my home teacher. For those of you not of his faith, this consists, at a minimum, of a monthly contact preferably in the home to check up on needs of several families. Usually there is a spiritual message and a blessing left on the home and family. G came faithfully for years even when his health could have given him an easy excuse to opt out. That he loved children was evident by how my own gravitated to him. He knew their names. He was genuinely interested in what they were doing, what they had to say, and what was going on in their lives. That he knew how to reach children was evident by how he worked with them. I never saw him impatient or flustered when young energetic children vying for his attention and approval caused him to break his current train of thought and focus on them for a moment. This he did tenderly and masterfully. He always took pains to bring the conversation and teaching down to the level of the little ones and frequently brought props to engage and captivate young hearts and imaginations.
Story of Josie:
My youngest child Josie and G had a special bond. It was beautiful to watch and I’m still not sure who had who wrapped around their finger. One particular time nearly 2 years ago he came and left while my youngest, a beautiful verbose girl of three, slept. She awoke some time later and came down to find extra chairs in the front room. She immediately inquired as to who had been in our home while she napped. When she discovered that she had missed G’s visit, she was undone and protested “BUT I WANTED TO SEE HIM!” She carried on until we placated her by allowing her to talk to G on the phone. While on the phone, G promised to come back over within the next couple days and bring something special just for her. He showed up on our door step an hour later with a card and a hand written note in which he expressed his love for her and her Heavenly Father’s love for her. In it he had enclosed a picture of himself. (She treats it as a treasure to this day.) G didn’t just hand it to her, but got down to her level and chatted with her for a time. When he left awhile later, he made it across the street before she called out “Wait! I forgot to give you a hug and a kiss.” G responded that this was something he would come back across the street for, and promptly did. I was walking down the street looking back over my shoulder while this scene played out. I can still see the image in my mind of G bending over and Josie on her tiptoes puckering up to give him a kiss. It warmed my heart and I wondered who else would be willing to go to this much trouble for someone else’s child. I’m not sure many would, but I’m confident Christ would, and I know that G did and I will always remember and be grateful for his Christ-like example.
There was another instance which sticks out in my mind in which G took particular thought of children. This occurred nearly 11 years ago when a young mother passed away following the delivery of her third child. As with many funerals, the words at her funeral were inspired and heartfelt, but perhaps beyond the comprehension of the young children present and grieving that day. G was inspired to get down to their level as he was so adept at doing and speak personally to them. I’m confident that if he were to have his way today, a portion of the remarks would be directed toward children. So today, in honor of G and his sensitivity towards children, I have taken and adapted the words he spoke 11 years ago. Aside from a few omitted names and the insertion of his own name, the words are his own.
“Today I would like to speak to the small children for just a few minutes, but the rest of you can listen while I review a few principles of the gospel….Now all of the young children, I want you to look at my hand (hold up hand with white glove). Let’s pretend that this hand represents your spirit. Now probably if it was your spirit, you probably wouldn’t be able to see it very well, I’m not sure, but let’s pretend that this hand represents your spirit. Each of you lived as a spirit with your Heavenly Father before you came to this earth. The spirit can move and it can wiggle and it could do all kinds of things and it lived by itself. Now, (hold up glove) pretend that this glove is your body. Until the spirit enters into this body, it cannot move. It can’t do one thing by itself. When the time came for you to enter into this world, your spirit was clothed with your body (place glove on hand) and your body became alive. From your birth and until your death your spirit and your body are together and you are said to be alive. At the time of your death, whenever that is, in childhood, or your teenage years, or young adulthood, or middle age years, or old age, your spirit will be separated from the body and the body will be placed in the ground (remove outer glove and set on lower pulpit). But what happens to the spirit? The spirit is alive. Your body is lifeless. It will not be able to move because your spirit will be gone from it. Your spirit, however, will not die. It goes up with other spirits where they will be able to mingle and talk and rejoice with one another. They have only been separated from their earthly body. Now this is what happened to G. His spirit separated from his body. We all saw his body in this lovely casket and it was lying much like this glove. It could not speak, it could not move. There was no life in it. His spirit was no longer there. Although his body is dead, he is not dead. The part of him that looked through his eyes, that felt with his heart, that thought with his mind, is his spirit, and it is in heaven. It allowed him to think and to smile and to act, and to know, and to be. That part of his spirit lives on. He is only separated from his body. This is the plan that Heavenly Father designed for you and me; for your grandparents, and for all of these people in this room and for G. We know from the scriptures and from holy prophets that Jesus Christ came to earth. He lived a perfect life. He suffered for the sins of mankind, and eventually He was hung on a cross and killed by wicked men. At Easter time we will remember that on the third day, after Jesus died, He was raised from the dead. And that is what we call the resurrection. That means that his body which was lying in the tomb reunited with His spirit, and that’s what’s going to happen to you and to me, and to G at the right time. At the right time we will be called forward in the morning of the first resurrection and we will be clothed in immortality and eternal life. Now what happens at the resurrection is something wonderful. (Place glove back on hand) Our spirit reenters our body, but our body becomes perfect. It cannot get sick, and our body and our spirit are put together and we have a glory. We go back as personages of light. What a wonderful teaching that we have from the prophets of God.
These are marvelous truths of the gospel. We all must hold them near and dear to our hearts. Sometime in the future we will have the opportunity to embrace our loved ones who have gone on. We don’t know how long that will be but please know that I (G) have a testimony of this wonderful plan of life. It is called the plan of happiness. May the comforter come into our lives, for he has promised peace to each one of us, not as the world giveth peace, but only as He giveth. It is that still small [voice of] assurance that speaks to our hearts and speaks to our minds. God lives and he loves us. God has a plan for each one of us. I know that the events of the past few days were God’s plan made manifest, as hard as that may be to understand. May we come to accept this…this knowledge of God’s plan of happiness.” (Taken and adapted from G’s funeral address for Rebecca Parish 2005)
G was only three years old when his father was killed in a tragic accident while performing an act of service for another. G was so young that he had virtually no recollection of life with his father. Nor were there letters or journals in his father’s handwriting left for G to know him better. “Oh how many times I have longed to be held in my father’s arms, to have him comfort me and counsel with me…” I stand before you today secure in the knowledge that this reunion has occurred and that it was joyful and sweet for G. I also bear witness of another reunion with another father; the father of G’s spirit. I believe this will also be joyful and sweet for G as his Heavenly Father embraces him and speaks the affirming words
…. Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord. Matthew 25:21
Love,
Dad
Monday, February 1, 2016
Since you've been gone... February 1, 2016
...Things are going to our heads!
This was Parker's choice.
Cambry's Birthday
She gets her wish!
Storytime. Cambry read us A Porcupine Named Fluffy, always a fun read.
Her favorite book from C.
Pots and Pans from Mom and Dad.