Missing You

I am giving a talk in church tomorrow and as I was sitting down to prepare it my mind was flooded with memories of my grandparents. I have been thinking about them all week and I really, really miss them. They shaped my life starting from a very young age. It is because of them I am the person I am today.

For those of you who don't know I am the oldest of 10 children. Yes, I was raised in Utah, but no, my parents were not active in the church. My family has had a lot of up's and down's, whose hasn't, but my grandparents were always the one true constant. They loved unconditionally, and made me feel like the most important person in the world. The gave me my first lessons in the gospel and taught me about eternal families.

My first memory of dancing was on my grandpa's toes and I still think of him when I hear Hawaiian music (which is a lot now). He was my date to quite a few concerts when I was sure I was in love with the lead horn player, and he gave me the best shoulder rubs even when I am sure he was tired.

My grandma was my best friend. I would sometimes call her 3 or 4 times a day. She would play games with me for hours and would put off the dishes and cleaning to just sit and talk with me or play a game of Uno. She made the best malt o meal and was always there with a shoulder to cry on. I miss her.

I wish they could meet my kids, they would love them. I wish I could call my grandma on the phone and tell her I love her. I know I will see them again someday, but right now that seems so far away. What I would not give for one more game of Skip-Bo.