Sunday, July 3, 2011

Families Are Forever


This past Thursday, June 30th, became a red letter day in my heart. I finally made it to the temple to do my mother's work. I had planned to be there in May and that didn't work out. Then we decided to go on her birthday and that didn't work out. Because Salt Lake had no record of her death, I couldn't print her cards. After finally tracking down the problem and getting it resolved, I printed the needed records and we were on our way. To say that it was a spiritual experience is an understatement. Suffice it to say, I was where I needed to be and so were my parents. I felt of their love for me and for each other. I felt my mother's excitement as the thought came to me that now she could go to places she had not been able to go before. I am at peace. Tom and I were able to do the endowments for her, her uncle and have her sealed to her parents, her parents to each other, my dad and her sealed to each other and then me to them. It was overwhelming. Some years ago I had the temple work done for her brother who died in the Korean War. As I came away from the alter my thoughts turned to her sisters and brothers. I felt like I need to get the records in order and get them all linked together and soon. Only one of the seven children is still living so I have lots to do. I am so grateful for this opportunity that is mine, to do this work for my family. What a great blessing in my life. The picture here is of my mom and her family when my mom was a little girl.She is the second one on the left in the middle row, with the little curl on her forhead, in a striped sort of dress. They were homesteaders in Montana and all but the youngest of the children were born in the one room log cabin that my grandfather built. It is still standing in the fields of Montana to this day. I walked through is back in the 80's. The second picture is of all of her brothers and sisters and their father at a reunion in 1981. Grandma had already passed away and of course Uncle Arnold. I was named after him as he died right before I was born. His middle name was Lee. I became a Lea but then the nurse that filled out the birth certificate thought it was misspelled and put an h on the end, making it Leah and that's the story I was told of how I came to be known as Patricia Leah. Just a side note there!! Well, this post is getting a little lengthy isn't it? But I couldn't let this special time go by without sharing it in my little blog world. I am happy!

4 comments:

Megan said...

Patty,
I am so happy for you! I know that you have been waiting to do your Mom's work.
Have a happy Birthday today and know that we are thinking of you!

Megan

Terri said...

Patty,
We are so happy that you were able to do the work for your side of the family. What a great experience!

Wendy said...

What a wonderful story! I am so happy for you! And your family! You are so awesome! Congratulations, Patty! Hugs!

TAMMY CLARIDGE said...

I commented on your Reflection post back in May but I don't think it ever saved :( I felt the spirit so much as I read this Families Are Forever post Patty. I am sooo thrilled that you had the experience you did and it was meant for you to have it at the time you had it. It is great to see you blogging again. You are loved more than you know by those here on Earth and those above! Hugs!!!

 
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