I kept waiting to have my pictures before I posted this, but I can't find them. They're probably on my hard drive at home.
It's been kind of a hard month.
Uncle Bill
My most favoritest uncle passed away 2 weeks ago. Uncle Bill was just the BEST. He came to every holiday, not just Christmas and Easter, but Labor Day and Independance Day and lots of other ones in between. He was at every family event he could possibly make. We always got cards at Christmas--$10 while we were little, more (sometimes considerably more) when we became adults. But more than that, we knew he loved us. I have two stories that he loved to tell about me.
Favorite Nieces
Uncle Bill always told me that I was one of his favorite nieces. When I was about 5 years old, just after he'd told me that, I turned to him and said, "Uncle Bill, we're all your favorite nieces!" He was so proud. He loved telling that story. The last time I came to visit, he'd had his stroke and couldn't talk very well, so I told it for him.
"I Love my Uncle Bill"
When I was about 7 or so, I went up to Uncle Bill and told him that I had a song for him. He said he'd like to hear it. So I started to sing:
I love my Uncle Bill
I love my Uncle Bill
I love my Uncle Bill
I love my Uncle Bill!
Needless to say, he was thrilled.
He was quite ill there at the end. We thought for sure he'd be leaving us last year, but he rallied and I got to see him several more times. I was unable to make it to the funeral or burial, since they were in California and Nevada and I'm in Maryland, but he's been on my mind a lot the last couple of weeks. Mostly I keep thinking about all the people he knew, all the family relationships that he knew--and he knew just about everyone in the family. What a reunion in heaven he must be having now! I love you, Uncle Bill. I can't wait to see you again. Maybe you can teach me tennis :)
My Home Teacher
Brother Chuck Barron was my home teacher for many years, partnered with Charlie Miller. Both were great friends. About a year ago, they were moved to different routes, and I was given a new Home Teacher (who is wonderful, but this post is not about him). Brother Barron was another one who had been ill for a long time, but we were unaware that he was declining again--and he always rallied before. He passed away last week. The funeral is tomorrow, and I get to lead the music. A last service for a great man.
He would always greet me with a hug, and when asked how he was doing, he always said, "If I felt half as good as you look, I'd be terrific!!" One time, in Stake Conference, I think, I sat behind him. He told me afterwards that usually he can't hear anything but the melody, but with me behind him he could hear the beautiful harmony as well. He was called to be a greeter at church--greeting everyone who came into Sacrament Meeting. He just loved everyone. And all the little kids--especially little girls--loved him so much. They would always sit with him in church, showering him with hugs and kisses and being so much more reverent beside him.
Both these men would probably be somewhat embarrassed if I said this to them, but I consider both of them to be truly great. Always faithful, always doing whatever was asked, and never complaining (that I heard, anyway--although Bro Barron would always say that getting old was the hardest thing he'd ever done). I will miss them both.
But I promised a baby too, right? This is Baby Grayson, my great-nephew. He's about 2 months old now.
He kind of has my brother's hairline ;)
He was 3 1/2 months early, and it's been kind of touch and go for a while, but he seems to be doing ok now. He'll probably be in the hospital until his original due date, but he's doing so well. My heart goes out to my niece, his Mama, and her husband, my nevvy-in-law. I wish there was more I could do for them. Prayers seem to be doing a pretty good job, though.
I look forward to meeting Baby Grayson