#LighttheWorld December 2, Honoring my parents.
To this day, the best man that I have ever known is my father. He was self sacrificing, both for his family, and for God. He served willingly. A very dedicated Home Teacher. A man who magnified his callings, and his Priesthood in ways that stand as a testament of him. He took shifts that were inconvenient for him. This was compounded by his dedication to us, his family.
When I was eleven years old, it was tradition at the time that those scouts could go on camp outs with the Troop, if their father's went. My dad was working the swing shift, and so often I would go on the camp out, set up the tent, and would go to bed, and wake up with my dad in the tent. He helped by providing leadership, and helped me, even though I was somewhat inept when it came to the outdoors. He was always there. My heart aches that he is not here on earth, but know that he will be waiting for me.
As my dad worked, the responsibility of taking care of my brothers and me fell to my mother. The love that I have for her cannot be fully expressed, and will be so happy to return to Paola. She was the one that took us to meetings, she was the one that met me at school to haul the tuba home. She was Relief Society President, and was very conscientious at serving in that capacity. I remember going shopping with her at Ball's on North Oak, picking up the food for those in need. We drove from Platte Woods to Liberty for church, not only on Sundays, but on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and often Tuesdays for their Relief Society meetings. No block meetings in those days! She sang in the choir, she played piano. My love for music, no doubt, comes from her love of music.
She mended hearts, she mended wounds. Always there when needed. Truly her mother's daughter. I remember ice skating on the pond by our house. My feet were so cold that they hurt, and I walked across the field with the skates on, and she took them off, and helped warm my feet slowly. She always made things better. She worked to help support me on my mission. I could never have gone without that support. My mom is the best woman that I could know. She supported my dad completely, and they worked together as a team. True partners in a marriage that spanned 50 years.
There is no way that I could properly honor my parents. They have given more than I ever could possibly repay. I love them both. They were there when I needed them as a youth. They were there when I was emotionally wrecked in my divorce. They loved me unconditionally, and for that I will always be grateful.
As we Light the World, Let those stars shine! My parents are such stars that have provided the light, not just for me and my brothers, but for all those around them.
Love you mom!
When I was eleven years old, it was tradition at the time that those scouts could go on camp outs with the Troop, if their father's went. My dad was working the swing shift, and so often I would go on the camp out, set up the tent, and would go to bed, and wake up with my dad in the tent. He helped by providing leadership, and helped me, even though I was somewhat inept when it came to the outdoors. He was always there. My heart aches that he is not here on earth, but know that he will be waiting for me.
As my dad worked, the responsibility of taking care of my brothers and me fell to my mother. The love that I have for her cannot be fully expressed, and will be so happy to return to Paola. She was the one that took us to meetings, she was the one that met me at school to haul the tuba home. She was Relief Society President, and was very conscientious at serving in that capacity. I remember going shopping with her at Ball's on North Oak, picking up the food for those in need. We drove from Platte Woods to Liberty for church, not only on Sundays, but on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and often Tuesdays for their Relief Society meetings. No block meetings in those days! She sang in the choir, she played piano. My love for music, no doubt, comes from her love of music.
She mended hearts, she mended wounds. Always there when needed. Truly her mother's daughter. I remember ice skating on the pond by our house. My feet were so cold that they hurt, and I walked across the field with the skates on, and she took them off, and helped warm my feet slowly. She always made things better. She worked to help support me on my mission. I could never have gone without that support. My mom is the best woman that I could know. She supported my dad completely, and they worked together as a team. True partners in a marriage that spanned 50 years.
There is no way that I could properly honor my parents. They have given more than I ever could possibly repay. I love them both. They were there when I needed them as a youth. They were there when I was emotionally wrecked in my divorce. They loved me unconditionally, and for that I will always be grateful.
As we Light the World, Let those stars shine! My parents are such stars that have provided the light, not just for me and my brothers, but for all those around them.
Love you mom!
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