Bittersweet

Today has been bittersweet. It has been a day that I have been dreading for a while. A man who has always been there for my family passed away. He has been our family home teacher since as long as I can remember. He was one of the most spiritual men I know, President Law.



The only times he ever missed doing his visiting teaching was when him and Sister Law were on their full time missions for the LDS church. Him and Ted would never miss a month. When Pres.Law wasn't able to be there, Ted would come with Al Lemons or his wife Fay when she was still alive.

Growing up, I have VERY fond memories of Pres.Law. Whenever he would go out of town and needed someone to help with his farm chores, he would call up my dad. We would go help with his chores. I still remember the smell of the utility room in their house where we would get the milk bucket. We would then walk out to the farm. Pres.Law would have the baby pigs that he would allow us to play us. Whenever the pigs would have their babies he would call us and tell us to come see them. I remember feeding the slop to the pigs, going into the chicken coop. Getting the grain out to feed them, picking up the eggs. Most of all, learning how to milk the cows.

Pres.Law was a spiritual, honest man. He was a seminary teacher for MANY years over at Canyon View. Everytime he would come to do home teaching, he knew he could never go without hearing the slack from the Labrum's on why did he have to work in Canyon, SRJH is so much better (thanks for the correction mom) He was eventually the patriarch of the Castle Dale Stake. I was HONORED to have him give me my patriarchal blessing.

Whenever I would go home and go to church, I couldn't wait to see Pres Law at church. As soon as I saw him, I would go up to him and try to shake his hand. I could tell thatParkinson's disease was really getting to him and it broke my heart everytime I saw him. He wouldn't allow me to just shake his hand. He said he always gets a hug. He would still go to my parents monthly. Not a month went by that he didn't go and he would ask my parents about the kids and how they are doing.

He has been like a second grandfather to me. My heart is saddened by the loss of him but he is no longer in pain. The world has lost a great man. Heaven has gained a great man.

When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure. ~Author Unknown