chapter two

reposted from  my old blog. originally posted on 08/10/2009


today, i had a talk with my grandpa.

he told me all about life on the farm, and his first job, 

and how he felt when BYU asked him to teach for them. 

i find it all so interesting. 

i'm so very close with my grandpa, 

and everyday is a step closer to a very, very long physical separation. 

it's hard for me to see. 

i'm trying to soak up every word he says. so wise. so loving. 

he has been the main influence of what a good man
-a patient, respectful, worthy priesthood holder-
is and should always be.

i'm afraid that my hope for humanity and goodness will die with him.

i love him so much that it makes me cry to see him struggle to stand, 
strain to hear, and beg for us to let him do it on his own. 

just like a child. 

the thing is, i know that he can do it on his own. 
if anyone can do anything, it's my grandpa. 
but if there is one thing i've learned from him, it's that

you can always do it on your own;
you just should never have to.