Been scrapping a little bit this week. Mostly I have been cataloging the countless books Norma bequeathed to me. Inside the front cover of nearly every book, either Norma or my Mom have written their name. It makes me miss them immensely when I see their handwriting. It feels like I am sorrowing all over again for both of them. I do miss them so so much. It is more difficult to share my feelings about my Mom because none of you really knew her. She was incredibly dedicated to her children, she was so naive about common things that even she laughed at herself, and she made the grandest cinnamon rolls I've ever eaten. She trusted me more than she should have and loved me more than anyone else could have. She really was my best friend in all the world. So in some small way this is my tribute to two fabulous women who have had such a profound affect upon me. I hope with all my heart that I can love each of you as unconditionally and completely as they did me. In God's great mercy He has made it possible for me to be with them again, if I so live worthy. As an added note, Dad and I went to the temple Wednesday and completed Art's temple work. Both Dad and I were very focused on feeling Art and Norma's presence. Norma was ready to go through the temple but her health didn't allow it.
As the session began I was wondering if she knew we were there. I looked up as the lady helping with our session passed by and I noticed her name tag. Then I knew Norma was present and tears flowed freely down my cheeks. This lady's name was "Norma Jensen". I know it was no coincidence, since she usually doesn't work that shift in the temple. It was a sweet experience.
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