I am so grateful for the opportunity I had to take one final picture with my grandparents before I left to enter the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah at the beginning of my mission. This picture is the last one of me with my Grandpa Brown, my mothers father, before his passing just this past week.
It was something that we knew was coming and his health just wasn’t progressing. It’s a hard thing for me to be away from my family at this time when so much change is happening. Change isn’t necessarily a bad thing, often times we need change to help us grow and see what more we can become.
I am grateful for the memories I have of my Grandpa. I was very little when we first began to visit them in Utah, I remember that they had a little house they used to live in before they moved into the one I was more familiar with in my later years. Growing up we would always spend at least a week or more in Utah with them and other relatives. My grandparents simply loved their grandchildren and showed that through their kindness and charity towards us. One of my fondest memories is that they would always take us to Build-A-Bear Workshop nearly every summer and I received a wonderful new stuffed animal that I would cherish.
My Grandpa dearly respected his faith and belief in the Gospel of Jesus Christ. He always had the funniest jokes, and they were funny because they were his jokes and he told them best. One was, “It’s great to see you today! Do you know what that means? It means our eyes are working!”, and the other was, “What happened to the Seagull when it flew into the bay? It turned into a Bagel!”
I love you Grandpa. May you rest in peace until we all meet again. How grateful I am to know that I will see my family again, and how grateful I am to share that with those who are only kept from the truth because they know not where to find it.