Next week is going to be absolutely wonderful; we are going to North Carolina to see our daughter, son-in-law and grandsons. And a stop over to see my brother and his wife in Maryland. Absolutely grand!
But I've been sort of weepy this week. Today (Friday, June 13th) is the anniversary of the day we transferred my father to Hospice. He probably should have been there for at least a week, but his doctor's didn't/wouldn't suggest it. Ronald darling went with him to Hospice because I was taking mama to the base with pneumonia. The next day (tomorrow) he died. I'd been with him in the morning, but only staff was with him at the end. Fortunately, I was with mama when my brother called. He and I took care of all the arrangements but our focus was definitely on her. She needed strengthening. I guess I put off mourning for daddy, so occasionally it hits me in waves.
But their temple work has been done; they are endowed and sealed for time and for all eternity and I am sealed to them as well. The gospel is a tremendous blessing and comfort in my life.