Tonight as I sat on my couch in silence. I started thinking about how much I miss my Grandparents. They were the best. I have been sitting her thinking about all the memories I have with them. I remember times that we have cried together, sang together, laughed together, prayed together and even smiled together. I have had some great spiritual moments with my grandma before her death and even after.
I remember a time lying in bed with my grandma and her telling me of how it is going to be the new year and what that means.
I remember watching grandma get ready for the mornings, I would rock in her chair that was in her small room and we would just talk.
Grandma and I would wade in the water, while Grandpa and my brothers would go fishing.
I remember my grandma always singing me to sleep senging "Whenever I hear a song of a bird, or look at the blue blue sky." You know the song that I am talking about.
I remember my grandma always making sure that her grand kids were taken care of.
I really remember the songs that grandma would sing driving in the car. She always had junior mints in her glove box. Whenever we saw that lake I knew we were almost to Grandmas. She would get mad at me when I would go slip and sliding her her green tub in her hall bathroom. I would always make such a mess.
She even told me that eating my fingernails would make me grow fingernails in my stomach.
Most of all I will never forget her sweet spirit the night she died and the day I went through the temple.
I love my grandma.
I love my grandpa. I have a little more memory of him. He was around a while longer. He reminds me so much of my dad. When you look at my dad you can see a lot of my grandpa. My dad needs to be a little bit bigger, But like father like son.
I remember the many times he told us to be careful on the four wheelers. I also remember the many times we got in trouble for walking back to the house because the four wheeler was stuck (Daniel) :).
My grandpa also always had treats in his trucks. We would always get in his truck and eat what he had.
I remember the rides we would get riding in his tractor with him.
I always loved the smell when you pulled up to the house and opened that door. You could smell the cows. I still love that smell.
Every time we would leave to go home, We would stop by the barn to say goodbye to grandpa. He would give us some milk and we would be on our way.
All the grand kids loved to go down to the barn and watch grandpa milk the cows. We would have to be so quite as to not scare them while they were eating. We would have to duck behind the wall and wait for the cows to leave before we could come out.
I wont forget that Grandpa always called me Little Ann. I think I only heard him call me Chelsie once. I loved to be called that. I still love to hear it because it reminds me of him.
I started to think of all these things. I then remembered I have a DVD of my grandpa. I quickly found it and watched it. I cried and laughed. I wish I could copy some of those pictures onto here. But I am not that smart.
I loved them both so much. I love that we all can be together again. I can't wait till that day.
