It's Monday. Joy! I really wasn't ready to start this week.
Ty and I both had a long weekend. Idaho was good, safe drive and all.
It was good to see Ty's family. Most of them (extended) I hadn't seen
since the wedding. Grandpa Bob's funeral was good. Sad, but good.
It was really nice. They had military honors at the grave. It was touching.
A few of the members of the battalion there in Richmond, UT. served with
Grandpa. So that was neat to see them honor him, and it had a personal
touch to it. It was hard for them to lose him though. Grandpa was a member
of that group for some years. The viewing/funeral/grave was good.
I'm going to miss him though.
I dont mean to sound all depressing. I really am not a depressed person. But
with Grandpa's passing and how he suffered has had me recalling what we went
through with Dad. You can't compare them as to which suffered more, thats just
wrong. But they went through some of the same things suffering physically. So
that was hard to see/hear that grandpa had to go through. Cause I was there with
Dad through it all. It's the hardest thing to watch someone you love so much and
who has done so much for you, and not be able to help them at all. What I learned
was that there aren't any words that can make you feel better or cover those emotions.
But its comforting knowing that you aren't alone and your not the only one who has felt
that way. I remember a cousin of mine that had lost her dad when she was younger, and
we hadn't really talked much at all our teenage years. But when she came up to me and
just hugged me and said eventually you will feel like yourself again. That to me was comforting.
Sometimes saying nothing is the best thing. Its weird how even though its the same person
who passes away, it effects each person so differently. Its comforting knowing that
its not the end once they pass. We will get to see them again and we can live with them again
if we so desire to, and do what it takes to get there! I use to be so afraid of death but
after watching Dad suffer and suffer and being with him as he got ready to pass, its not scary
when you know where they are going. It was a blessing to know my Dad wasn't laying there
suffering and sweating from every pour as we sat there helpless.
This Saturday marks 2 years since Dad passed away. Seems like so much longer, yet its flown by. Our family has changed so much since then, I think in good ways. We've all grown so much and matured. I think for the most part Dad is pleased. We all have our faults, and have room to continue growing. But as a whole I think we've done a pretty good job. Were all friends, we all serve each other, more willingly. We've learned what it means to serve and love our family and friends. Dad gave us that example many times throughout his life, but most while battling his fight with cancer and still continuing to serve as bishop and all of his family.
I am so grateful for all the examples of those who have gone before us. I feel blessed to have the knowledge I do of the gospel and being able to see it in my life!
Thanks for listening to me ramble! I hope you all are having a great start to the week!