One of the reasons we stayed in North Carolina for so long this trip was because my mom had asked me to help her go through my dad's stuff. I knew it would be an hard trip anyway, this being our first summer without Daddy, but helping my mom with this task made it even more emotional. But we did surprisingly well, I think. We only cried a little, which was to be expected. And we laughed a lot, as we remembered some of the silly and quirky things that made my dad, my dad. We took several days to go through everything. The first day we went through his clothes. We gathered up some of his favorite shirts and ones that we remembered him wearing a lot, and I brought them home to make a quilt for my mom. This wonderful idea was not my own, but actually came from my sister-in-law, Kristen, who offered to make it herself. But as we were gathering the clothes for this project, I really felt like I wanted to do this for my mom. So I talked with my sister-in-law about it and she graciously agreed to let me do it, and to help in any way that I may need her. And I'm sure I will be taking her up on that offer, since she has more quilting and sewing experience than I do. Hopefully, I can make something nice for mom that will bring her comfort when she sees and uses it.
Then I spent a couple of days going through the computer room, which was where my Daddy spent a lot of his time. He loved the computer. He liked looking at our family blogs, checking out his favorite herb doctor's site, finding recipes he thought he might like to try, and just lots of surfing the web. But more than anything, he loved to print. He printed emails he liked, recipes he wanted to try, talks from the church website, and just lots and lots of stuff. So needless to say, there were lots and lots of papers thrown out. And magazines. And newsletters from his favorite herb doctor that he had neatly saved in binders back from the 90s. Yeah. Lots of stuff. Eight bags of stuff, if I'm not mistaken. As I was going through this stuff, I though about my dad and what he might say if he were there and saw me throwing away all of his stuff. I think he would have been saying, "Oh, Lynetta! Don't throw that away Lynetta! There's some good stuff in there you need to read. Oh, not that! Don't throw away that! You need to read that Lynetta!" But not all of it was trash. I also found lots of treasures. He kept his genealogy in the computer room as well, and in going through some of it, I found his "Soldier of the Month" picture that my mom has been looking for, some cool family pictures from long ago, pictures of him and his counselors during his years as bishop, and some pictures of him and his family when he was growing up. Lots and lots of cool pictures that I have decided I am going to post from time to time on "Flashback Friday". I also found an awesome paper about death that he showed to me years ago. I looked for it after his funeral, but I couldn't find it. I thought I had a copy, but have looked and looked for it, and couldn't find it anywhere. So I was thrilled to finally find it and share it with my family. It is really awesome, and it was a comfort to find and read it again. I also found a quote he had printed several copies of by Ralph Waldo Emerson, which said, "For every minute you are angry, you lose sixty seconds of happiness." I like this quote, and think you could substitute lots of emotions for "angry". For instance, it could say....."For every minute you are sad....or mad.....or depressed......or frustrated......you lose sixty seconds of happiness." I took one of the copies to put on my refrigerator so I can see it everyday. I also found the last two talks that my dad gave in Sacrament Meeting. One he gave in September 2007 and was about Family History. And the very last talk he gave in Sacrament Meeting was in April 2008. He was the Ward Music Coordinator at the time and was assigned to speak on the blessings we receive from church music. He talked about how he loved music, especially the hymns, and about the power that they can have over the mind and spirit. It was a really good talk. He talked about a song that he learned when he was about ten years old.
Firm as the mountains around us
Stalwart and brave we stand
On the rock our fathers planted
For us in this goodly land
The rock of honor and virtue
Of faith in the living God
They raised his banner triumphant
Over the desert sod
And we hear the desert singing
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Hills and vales and mountains ringing
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Holding aloft our colors
We march in the glorious dawn
O youth of the noble birthright
Carry on, carry on, carry on!
We'll build on the rock they planted
A palace to the King
Into it's shining corridors
Our songs of praise we'll bring
For the heritage they left us
Not of gold or of worldly wealth
But a blessing everlasting
Of love and joy and health
And we hear the desert singing
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Hills and vales and mountains ringing
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Holding aloft our colors
We march in the glorious dawn
O youth of the noble birthright
Carry on, carry on, carry on!
I know when my dad wrote this talk over two years ago that he couldn't possibly have known the impact that these words would have on me when I found this talk. But I felt like it was a message for me. I felt like this was just what I needed to hear. I have a responsibility to carry on the heritage--not of gold or of worldly wealth--that I have been given. I am so grateful for my dad and for this wonderful heritage that he, and my mom, have given me.