A Precious Family on a Priceless, Sacred Day ~
This past weekend I flew to Las Vegas, Nevada for an important family event. Having lived in Las Vegas for 7 years, I am very familiar with the area. The weather was rainy of which I like better than intense heat. Las Vegas has grown through the years; but the economy has hit them hard. Housing has dropped considerably. I can't say I miss the climate and area; but I do miss the Las Vegas Nevada Temple and friends and family who live there.
One of the lovely moments was when I walked into the Temple Chapel and there was my brother John and his wife Gloria. I hadn't expected seeing them; so it was a tender minute; lots of hugs and tears. Again it has been a while since I have seen them too. My niece Kathy was also there and I was so excited for her to be there with her daughter Misty. The marrige and sealing was so wonderful. It was a very sacred and spiritual experience. I knew that my parents and brother were also present; although unseen. I miss them l so much. You can read more about this special family and event here.
Some Pictures to share~
|Bella, Luke, Misty and Wolfe|
|Luke and Misty|
4 Generations - Amparo, Kathy, Misty and Bella
Gloria and John, my brother and sister in law
Great Nephews and Niece, Garren, Jonnie Cherie and Mykel
|My sister in law, Amparo and my niece in law, Corinna|
My nephew Gabe with Wolfe
Jacobi and Bella
Mykel and Garren
Jarret and Tyler
Mirna and Viviana - Niece in laws
Laurie, my niece in law ( I had to steal this one)
Mark, my favorite driver
|Gus, my Nephew|
Mykel, William, Dylan
While there I shared some fun moments with my great Nephew, Millan. He is such a great young man. He was named after my Dad; so that makes it extra special to share some time with him. He is a very intelligent and at age 12 he loves to look up on the computer genealogy and family histories of our families. I want to get him doing indexing soon.
He shared with me a couple of poems so I told him I would put them in print on my blog. He was so excited.
Here is Millan Gledhill ~
( Mac Millan Gledhill, my brother and his grandpa)
Grandpa, Grandpa I love you and I could not show my feelings in a short hailu
Grandpa, Grandpa you are inspirational,
and always had the occasional joke that would lift our heads high.
Grandpa, Grandpa, you are so smart, but, my Dad says I'm a dart.
Grandpa, Grandpa, you are so modest,
but I think you need recognition that you're the smartest.
Grandpa, Grandpa Why did you die? I really meant what I said then it was our good byes.
Grandpa, Grandpa, I'll see you standing next to God.
I promise I will stay clutched to the Iron Rod.
(In the Book of Mormon the Iron Rod is a symbol of the holding on to the word of God.)
He also wrote a poem about his friend who had lost his mother this past week.
I came to his doorstep with jumbled thoughts.
He opens the door and says Hi, but in the tone of good-bye.
I gaze into his eyes and I find the weakness in his mask of invisibility.
I see shock, hurt, depression on a motherless child.
What can I do, do I take him to the Park and fly kites, take him on a ride on a bike.
Do I take him to a musical concert, introduce him to my friend Kurt?
No, I give him a hug.
I think very wise and profound thoughts from this young man.