We had my Grandpa's funeral this past Saturday, almost two weeks after he was admitted to the hospital. It was a blessing that he was in the hospital for a week with good days and bad days because it gave a chance to say good bye and come to terms with his passing. I talked to him the Thursday before he died, his last good day, and even though the conversation wasn't totally clear, it was good to hear his voice. James and I spent Sunday afternoon at the hospital with my Grandma and Steve. Jordan, Lindsey and Lauren were there too. As well as Kevin, Heather and Abby; my grandparent's neighbors. I'm glad we were able to spend time there. I don't think anyone really regrets spending time with family during those times.
His passing made me think a lot about eternal families and how grateful I am to be a part of one. It eases the sting of separation, reminds you that it isn't a termination, just a separation. At the funeral my great uncle Joe related the experience of his brother leaving after getting married. He was just going on a greater adventure and he would see him again. I am so grateful for the gospel and our knowledge of the plan of salvation. I know I will see my Grandpa again.
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| 1985, with a newborn Hilary |
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| Sitting with Grandpa in front of their house |
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| December 7, 2011 |
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| December 7, 2011 |
Tomorrow I'll be 16 weeks along. My next appointment is in a week. I really want to know what our little baby will be!
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