Some emotions have been surfacing lately. I've always considered myself quite dead inside but I think I'm morphing into a ball of goo. This isn't a bad thing....it's just something.
One event which has spurred this on a bit is the reality of my favorite MIL being diagnosed with breast cancer. We've been on the complete cycle of emotions with this. Shock....denial...greif....acceptance...determination.... that's where we are right now. She had her surgery yesterday to remove the cancer & lymph nodes and, after recovering from that, she will begin chemo/radiation treatments for a few months. The surgery went well. No surprises. The doctors expect the treatments to work splendidly with no further complications. I will keep you posted, of course.
Gty's sisters, mom and I had a "Girls Trip" planned to Vegas but that needed to be changed due to the recent events with Mary's health. So we switched it up to the weekend before last in SLC. We stayed at the Embassy Suites down by The Gateway (free made-to-order breakfast!), went out to eat, and chatted for the entire weekend. It was thoroughly enjoyable. 4am two nights in a row did take a good week to recover from but it was totally worth it.
Anyway, on Sunday my MIL and SIL needed to get back to Logan and left at about noon. My other SIL flew out at 2pm. That left Shelly & I to putter around SLC until my flight left at 5pm that evening. So we set out on an adventure to find Elizabeth Smart's house. K, not really, but we did want to go drive around her neighborhood because the homes there up by the University of Utah are amazing. We did manage to find Larry Miller's house and it did not disappoint. Yowza.
Then, as we were driving back down out of the neighborhood, we happened upon a cemetery. Shelly thought this might be where some prominent LDS leaders had been buried.
Shelly was right.
We saw this:
Which were amazing. But then I walk around a corner and BAM I see this...
... and apparently this image immediately pops into my head...
... because I immediately start bawling. Oh how I love that man. Apparently more than I realized because the tears would not be stopped. It was truly amazing to stand there looking at his headstone. If you are ever in that area I highly recommend you find that cemetery and experience this for yourself.
Here I am standing by the larger marker:
I also thought of cute Marjorie who I adore as well. I want to be her when I grow up. I love this quote from her:
“I don’t want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenk’s lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor’s children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone’s garden. I want to be there with children’s sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”
How could you not love her?
Anyway, I don't want to say it was better than attending church on that Sabbath day, but it was better than some church meetings I've been to. That is for sure.
In the mean time I've recently acquired this image and have big plans of getting it printed & framed somewhere in my house. I can't get enough of these candid shots.
Speaking of emotional meltdowns, I dare you to go HERE and read this blog post and not bawl your eyes out. Do not scroll down and breeze through the photos. READ. EVERY. WORD. Watch it unfold. Do not cheat yourself out of this one. It's a 7 minute novel.