Today is one year since Grandma’s funeral. Jake and Brodi are gone on a dirt bike riding trip so it is just Cleo and me here alone. Last night I prayed before I went to bed that God would give me comfort and protection while they were away. I feel that he might have sent Grandma to do that. So here I am at 5:00 AM on Friday morning putting this down as a journal entry because I feel it is important to record this occasion.
I woke up this morning after a dream that I had. I don’t remember all the details but it was a holiday and I had seen everyone but Grandma Irene. In the dream I wasn’t expecting her and had doubts that she would come. Maybe this is because she had passed away. I’m not sure and dreams don’t make sense so I won’t try and figure it out. However, she did come and I saw her and ran upstairs because I had no gifts for her. I did however find something and scrambled to wrap this gift. The item I was wrapping were the scriptures she had given me the day I got baptized when I was eight years old, 20 years ago. Now this was interesting because I have another set of scriptures that I use more often than these but these were the ones that Grandma gave me. Well she caught me wrapping her gift before it was done and I begged for her apologies because I didn’t know she was coming. She took me in her arms and embraced me and just held me why I sobbed and let her know how much I missed her. I was so sorry and I loved her. This was uncontrollable sobbing in the dream and the first time that I have cried like that since her death. The emotion I was feeling in the dream caused me to wake up. I laid in bed staring into the dark after the dream. I felt her presence with me. I felt her around me and I said a silent prayer in my heart to her that I was grateful that she lived her life so that I can see her again. I will be able to expect her to come and we will be able to embrace each other again. This is so comforting to me.
This week I found a picture taken of Grandma Irene, Mom and myself all at the Ogden Temple the day I got received my own endowment. This picture is so important to me because it is my glimpse into the eternities. Some may remember the words I spoke at her funeral. I felt they were beautiful. I studied and prayed and prepared that talk more than any other time in my life. I had many compliments on the talk and many people requested for me to speak at his/her own funeral. I didn’t know how to respond to that. Although this was flattering, I am telling you that it was not me speaking at the funeral that day. I was filled with the Spirit of God and guided in my words by my Grandmother. I bore testimony of His Gospel, the resurrection, the plan of salvation and that I was sure that Grandma would be awarded the gift of eternal life. The peace I felt was because of her righteous life. I know where she will be. I know where she is now. Families are eternal and so is the relationship I have with Grandma.
I woke up this morning after a dream that I had. I don’t remember all the details but it was a holiday and I had seen everyone but Grandma Irene. In the dream I wasn’t expecting her and had doubts that she would come. Maybe this is because she had passed away. I’m not sure and dreams don’t make sense so I won’t try and figure it out. However, she did come and I saw her and ran upstairs because I had no gifts for her. I did however find something and scrambled to wrap this gift. The item I was wrapping were the scriptures she had given me the day I got baptized when I was eight years old, 20 years ago. Now this was interesting because I have another set of scriptures that I use more often than these but these were the ones that Grandma gave me. Well she caught me wrapping her gift before it was done and I begged for her apologies because I didn’t know she was coming. She took me in her arms and embraced me and just held me why I sobbed and let her know how much I missed her. I was so sorry and I loved her. This was uncontrollable sobbing in the dream and the first time that I have cried like that since her death. The emotion I was feeling in the dream caused me to wake up. I laid in bed staring into the dark after the dream. I felt her presence with me. I felt her around me and I said a silent prayer in my heart to her that I was grateful that she lived her life so that I can see her again. I will be able to expect her to come and we will be able to embrace each other again. This is so comforting to me.
This week I found a picture taken of Grandma Irene, Mom and myself all at the Ogden Temple the day I got received my own endowment. This picture is so important to me because it is my glimpse into the eternities. Some may remember the words I spoke at her funeral. I felt they were beautiful. I studied and prayed and prepared that talk more than any other time in my life. I had many compliments on the talk and many people requested for me to speak at his/her own funeral. I didn’t know how to respond to that. Although this was flattering, I am telling you that it was not me speaking at the funeral that day. I was filled with the Spirit of God and guided in my words by my Grandmother. I bore testimony of His Gospel, the resurrection, the plan of salvation and that I was sure that Grandma would be awarded the gift of eternal life. The peace I felt was because of her righteous life. I know where she will be. I know where she is now. Families are eternal and so is the relationship I have with Grandma.
