Grandpa

   It's not often I speak about when my Grandpa passed away. I miss him so much and on some days it's hard to think that he isn't on the earth with me anymore. After about three years of both my Grandpa and Grandma passing, my family is cleaning out thier house. My Aunt Devona gave me my grandpa's scriptures to take with me on my mission. She knew that I was in need of a new set. However, after sitting her for awhile, flipping through the dusty pages and the smell of old paper drifting in my senses, I feel as though I can't take them with me. Old bookmarks, sacrament meeting programs, qoutes, hand written primary songs, fill these precious pages. I stared at his name that possesses the front of these and so many precious memories come flooding back to me. My grandpa may have never put to full use of these scriptures as he should, but they were his; Just as the set I have now are mine. I can picture my grandpa now telling me, "Here Lindsey, take these with you... use them." And then he would smile.
   I learned a lot about this man by turning these pages. A few scriptures marked, perhaps his favorites, and programs with his name annoucing that he would be giving a talk, tells me that he had a testimony here on earth. I feel it. I know that he is continuing his purpose and work and learning so much on the other side.
   My grandma gave him his Bible and when I read the sweet note she wrote him I too hope that he found "peace of mind and comfort." And when our Aunt Ruby gave him his Book of Mormon/Doctrine and Covenants/Pearl of Great Price, I thought, "what better Christmas gift to give than this."
   I am so grateful to have these scriptures and to learn more about my grandpa!