Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Family
This past weekend was all about family. Remembering those who have left us a legacy and being with those who are still around and close. Went to Idaho on Friday. Had a nice trip. It was rainy but pretty. Visited with Idaho family on Saturday. Went to my dad's grave. Sobering, more so this time than previous. I hope he is proud of me and happy with the way I am treating his wife, my mom. I know I should do better at times but it was good. Had an indoor picnic where I once spent summers moving pipe. It was good to see everyone again. We got home, made good time coming back and picked up our puppy. She was happy to see us. Went to church on Sunday. The graduating seniors spoke in church. They did a great job. My youngest son had his interview with his bishop for his mission. Exciting for him. My daughter from Provo came on Sunday as well to spend yesterday and part of Sunday with us as well. My other daughter came over as well Sunday night so we had all the singles together. Nice. House full of laughter and teasing and fun. I have missed those sounds of late. Big house, too quiet at times. My son living at home is on a raccoon hunt. We have one that comes to steal our dog food. Stayed up Sunday waiting for it, never cames. He was hilarious; dressed in camo and face painted on the hunt. He is so funny. Yesterday had a everyone here who was in town. Full house. 11 for dinner. Wonderful! Had our traditional Memorial/Summer-Kick-Off mear: RIBS! They were really good. We also made jucy lucy's and brauts. Much food, much triptophan, much nodding and much yummy! My wife and I also weeded in the yard to make it look less heinous. Looks much better. My single son mowed the lawn. I am so grateful for that. I also cleaned my grill. Looks new. As I sit and ponder family, I cry thinking that we won't all be together. I have to do all I can, set the proper example, be loving and encouraging so that we can all be together not only here but hereafter as a family.
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