This week I also lost my Papa, after a long and painful battle with Alzheimer's. He's been "gone" mentally for several years, so in some ways I had already said my goodbyes to him. It's a relief knowing that he's no longer suffering or confused by daily routine or people who he's known for a long time seeming like strangers to him. I'm so grateful for the fun memories I have with him, and the passion we both share for music, Disney (he worked for them for several years), books, and roses. Every time I see a rose, I think of my Papa and his beautiful garden that he treated like one of his own children. He spent more time in the backyard taking care of that garden than most people I know would care to do. At least once a week, he would go out into the garden in the early morning or evening (he taught me that this is the best time to pick roses) and gather a few blooms to bring in for my Nana to put in a vase. Their love is something that inspires me daily in my own marriage.
However, this week was also a great one because today Jake and I have been married for one whole year! It's crazy to think that it's been a year since we were sealed for time and eternity in the Los Angeles Temple. It feels like so much longer, but in some ways it also feels like we've only been married a month or two. Time is a strange thing.
This Week's Spiritual Thought
My Nana and Papa (aka Louise and Tom) in the 1950s, shortly after they were married |