I had a wonderful Christmas this year and a great year with many changes. We spent Christmas Eve at my mother-in-law's house. We had crab legs, shrimp, lobster, pasta and many other wonderful dishes with a large assortment of Italian cookies. Brock’s Dad and Mother were visiting from Florida over the Holiday, I loved getting to know them, they're great. Olivia also enjoyed Christmas. Santa brought her a beautiful rocking lamb and other gifts. I got a lot of new clothes, new glasses, a wallet, shoe's and a food processer. However, when we arrived home on Christmas Eve my parents there was a package waiting for us on our porch marked "special delivery fro Utah" ;) When I opened it up there were many adorable clothes and gifts for our family. However at the bottom of the box was a gift that had no monetary value that I loved most of all, a hand typed document about my grandfather from my father that I loved so much. The document was about my grandfather's life and how he lived it. It also included the eulogy given at his funeral. It was amazing. Some of the information in it was new to me and as I read I began to smile feeling warm and fuzzy as those wonderful feelings that live inside of me that I identify with my grandfather began to come a life, a great love that has a hold on my heart, I felt like a little girl again excited to be around him. He died of lung cancer when I was 8. I loved him so much, he was the coolest. Like my dad he loved golf but unlike my dad, and to his envy, he owned a golf cart that I loved going on with him on. He went to church with my grandmother and dad every Sunday even though he wasn't a member at the time. He would even bring people to church that weren't even active. He loved the gospel and he loved people and wanted everyone to feel the love the Lord blessed him with. When he stopped smoking he joined the church and went on three missions in Australia, Africa, and Alaska before he became sick. I always remember receiveing cool gifts in the mail from him like stuffed animal Kangaroo’s or a neat African games that I still love playing at my Grandmother house. Anyways, maybe one day I will share the document with you via my blog but maybe I won't because I know I could never convey the special feelings he left me. I think the best i could ever do is to say MERRY CHRISTMAS and NOEL! Good tidings to all.
