our day....

.....was hard. And happy.
It was the one year anniversary of my dads passing. We all got together and went to sacrament meeting with my mom. It was so nice being together (Linds and the kids are in town!), laughing, crying, chasing kids, kissing babies, eating and again being together :)

After sacrament we headed up to the grave....




...where the kids let the balloons fly up to Papa.



The red one is B's.....



Whoops! B's balloon pops in the tree. Don't worry, I'm sure Papa still got it :)


I want to write my thoughts and feelings about this whole experience, but I find I can't. I'm not good with words or expressing myself. Maybe someday I'll be able to without crying into my computer, or maybe I won't.
I came across this song (I can't even listen to it when it comes on the radio....cause I'll cry :) and I love the last verse.

Old man, hospital bed,
The room is filled with people he loves.
And he whispers don't cry for me,
I'll see you all someday.
He looks up and says, "I can see God's face."

"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
This was just a stop,on the way to where I'm going.
I'm not afraid because I know... this was
My temporary home."

Love you Dad.