Tuesday, February 9, 2010

My Hero

See this gorgeous couple? Happily married for 65 years; he just turned 90, she just reached her 87th birthday.
They're still in love.


I'll be like that one day. I swear I will. They're my heroes and I want to live like them.
Kind of.


I want to raise a happy family - strong in the Church, good work ethic. I want to love my husband until the day that I move on and then get to love him for eternity. I don't want to lose him to Alzheimer's years before I'm ready to let him go.

Alzheimer's sucks. Bad.

So, a little tribute to my Grandpa, because he's my hero.

This is for my Grandpa. He's the best. I think of my Grandpa and I think of a warm, welcoming porch with chairs to sit and an enormous amount of patience to just listen. I know that when he gets released from this life he'll move on to working hard in heaven. I know that there are mountains in heaven and he'll climb them, there are gardens in heaven and he'll have the best one, and when I join him in heaven one day he'll invite me to his house with the warm, welcoming front porch and listen to me talk over a heaping bowl of BYU Creamery's strawberry ice cream and offer me some black jelly beans (which I only ate for him, and they weren't ever as bad as I thought they were going to be), he'll offer me a word or two of wisdom and send me on my way with a grocery bag or two full of wonderful garden vegetables. He'll still be able to out run me, out hike me, out memorize me, out sing, and out speak me - just like he could do a few years ago.

I can't wait to have that Grandpa back. Even though this one isn't gone yet.

3 comments:

Katy said...

Alzheimer's is awful. You feel like you have already lost the person, yet you haven't. Sorry for your sorrow! Sending prayers your way!

Slim said...

The consolating thought I had was that the Grandpa we know and love IS back. The minute his Spirit left his old, worn out body, his Spirit broke free and regained who he IS! I look forward to that front porch in heaven with strawberry ice cream and having him show us his amazing garden out back, listening to his wisdom, and a good yodle now and again. In quiet moments since his passing, I have felt Grandpa's "countenance smile upon me" (3 Nephi 19:25) and I have felt peace that Grandpa is ok now. Before he passed away, I prayed that my Dad would be able to be there for him and help him make that transition. Thanks for your beautiful tribute to him. Love you!

Corinne Baird said...

That was beautiful Brooke. Can't wait to see you.