My Talk at the Care Center

Earlier in the week, the counselor in the bishopric who is charge of Sacrament Meeting talks called and asked if I would give a 5 minute talk at the care center where my brother is a resident.

Gehrig ended his speech with these words after he had been diagnosed with ALS. He was grateful for the experiences he had and the people that he had associated with during his life. Although he had gotten a bad break, he decided to have a cheerful and optimistic attitude. He did as Dieter F. Uchdorf suggested -

I have this to be true as I have passed through challenges and trials. It seems that when I have been the most stressed is when I've noticed the blessings the most. People are willing to keep me in their prayers and thoughts when I have reached out for help. They have listen with their hearts. When I had my first surgical procedure, I forgot to ask for a priesthood blessing. Jay had been Idaho. My procedure was a success thanks to the prayers and thoughts said in my behalf.

In the Colossians 3:17 - 

I chose this scripture to ponder this week. Paul instructed the Colossians and us to give thanks and to remember Christ in all we do and say. We can be thankful in all our circumstances, whether good or bad.

Thomas S. Monson has said - 

In closing, I'd like to read the verses in Psalm 100 -

Although life can be hard, I have a lot to be grateful for.

Day of the Dead - post 3

Jay and I headed to the Magic Valley on Halloween to pick up a few things from the house. Since Day of the Dead follows Halloween, I decided to stop in at Dollar Tree to see what I could decorate Mom’s grave with. There was Halloween stuff, but not any for Day of the Dead. But I did manage to find something. When we got to the cemetery, there were graves decorated with Jack-o-lanterns and the usual flowers. It wasn't like Memorial Day, when cemetery is almost a parking lot or has the feel of a local park.

I took my sack of recent purchases and pulled out the glow stick and attached the butterfly that was included in the package. I don't know if Mom liked butterflies, but when I see something that resembles one, I think of Mom. I'm reminded of her love for me and that she still watches over me.

I wasn't sure if the glow stick would blow away, so I put it back in the bag. I had already stuck some silk flowers in ground, so I took the second group of silk flowers out. I laid those down on the grave stone. Mom's favorite color was yellow and her second favorite was blue. I figured Mom would like these yellow daisies, even though they were fake. Before I left I stuck the flowers in the ground on the opposite side of the grave stone.

Jay and I came back the next day. It was threatening to rain, but I decided to leave the butterfly glow stick on Mom's grave. I found a pumpkin candy bowl in the basement, so I decided to leave it behind while Jay and I went to church. As we were leaving the cemetery, I noticed another family visiting a grave of a loved one. While we were at church, the heavens opened and it rained, but not like it would in Seattle. I thought the bowl would be full, but there wasn't even a quarter inch of water in the bowl. I pulled everything out and stuffed it back in the sack. I hope Mom didn't mine, but I'd like to use the glow stick in next year's Light The Night walk and besides there is Mother's Day and of course, Memorial Day.