Before I begin my posts- I want to give credit to the amazing song on this blog tonight. Written and performed by my friend Matt Griffith. I believe that music has the ability to heal. Thank you, Matt, for writing the most beautiful music. It really does help me to heal.
Dear Loreen,
How is it that we often find the courage and motivation to say the things we want to say after it's too late to say them? I'm incredibly regretful that I never took the opportunity to tell you what you mean to me. There were so many times in my life that you were just like a mother to me. I was always welcome in your home and have some of the best memories of sitting at your kitchen table playing games with you and your boys. So many memories of your laugh and good cheer as you styled my hair. I always left your little room feeling so beautiful and happy. You were always so easy to talk to. I could come and see you after months and months and we would just pick up right where we left off. I will NEVER forget the way you would get up and sing "boom
chicka boom" every year at girls camp. You are a Junction Stake girls camp legend.
When my sister called me today and told me of your passing I completely lost it. It's hard to remember that Heavenly Father has a plan for us all when something as sudden and unexpected as this happens. You have been taken from us for a reason. Our Father in Heaven has bigger and better plans for you. But the biggest part of me is still selfish. I think of your husband who has lost his sweet companion too early. I think of your youngest boys who are still in high school and serving their mission. I think of your son and his wife who are waiting to welcome a new baby into the family. It overwhelms my heart with sadness. I know that you must be up there hugging and loving that little baby before she comes down to meet her parents.
I love you and your family so much, Loreen. You have meant so much to me throughout my life. You will be missed by so many. Until we meet again, sweet friend.
Missing You Already,
Kim
Grandpa,
13 years ago tomorrow you left this world. I still think about you every day. I miss you so much. I miss walking into the kitchen and seeing you walk around the corner with your bright white socks, plaid dress shirt with pearl button covers, and hearing you say "
Heeey, babe. Where's my hug?" I miss sitting on your lap and you giving me the green starlight mints or lifesavers that you always tucked away in your shirt pocket. I miss your big black boots that you kept at the top of the stairs by your kitchen door, the ones you would wear when you would walk the irrigation ditches every day. Most of all I miss your smile. The genuine ear to ear grin you would always give us when we came to visit.
I hate that I can't remember the last thing you said to me. When you got sick, everyone told me that you would be fine. I was scared, but I believed them. I thought you were going to get better and that I would get to see you at the farm again. The last time I saw you, you were almost gone. You were connected to every kind of machine possible and "sleeping". Mom and Dad told me that I needed to come in and say goodbye to you. I don't even know if you heard that last thing I said to you, and that kills me. You are my hero. The most amazing man I've ever known. You did absolutely anything for absolutely anyone who needed it. The perfect definition of service.
Out of all the things I regret about your passing, I regret you not getting to meet my husband the most. I tell him stories about you all the time. He loves you and he hasn't even met you. My kids would love you. They all have your big blue eyes that you've passed down to us all. I wish you were still here. I wish this was one bad dream and I would wake up and be seeing you at Easter. I know I'll get to see you again, I know the blessings of Eternal families. It makes it a little easier, but it still hurts. There is still a hole in my heart that will not be filled until you wrap your arms around me again.
I miss you. Dad misses you. We all do. I know you're serving your heart out up in Heaven. Every time I mess up I wonder if you're watching. I don't ever want to disappoint you. I hope I make you proud. I love you.
Missing you so much,
Kim