I always thought I would have years to write my history and wondered why I should write it anyway.

Lately I have felt that time is very short and it needed to be done and yet it is something I do not want to do.
Maybe because I am not sure how it will be received by those who read it and if it will ever be read and believed.

I was born in Prove, Utah.

My Mom had a very hard time delivering me and nearly died.

My soft spot on my head was closed so I was to have the fate of a small head and many other challenges of life.
Dad was overseas [during World War 2] flying out of India and over the hump.
For several weeks he did not know he had a daughter.

I went home to 184 West Main St, American Fork, Utah, to live at Grandpa Glen and Grandma Leila’s home.

[This is Mother's story. Remember her.]

Friday, September 3, 2010

My roommates brother passed away last Sunday morning.
I have so many mixed feelings.
I fell sorry for Karla and pleased that Ray may finally be at peace
or at least hope so.
So many arrangements to be made for D and Karla
and those who want his stuff just can't leave Karla alone.
Just a way to rub salt in the plans or wound as they would say.
I hope they can get all settled
and taken care of so mending of souls can begin.
the ability to put our desires on hold for a time—
is a precious and rare virtue.
We want what we want, and we want it now.
Therefore, the very idea of patience may
seem unpleasant and, at times, bitter.
"Nevertheless, without patience,
we cannot please God;
we cannot become perfect."
Dieter F. Uchtdorf,