Divorce STINKS!

I got an email yesterday from an ex-daughter-in-law.

I have always loved her and been grateful she is the mother of our two granddaughters.

But, she wrote a sad letter about how she feels our son is cheating her financially.

I don't want to be involved in this.

I don't want to know this or hear about it.

I do, however, want him to be honorable and do the right thing.

Which he told me he is doing all that the law has required of him.

It's so sad.

What I wanted to say to her was this:

This would never have happened; you wouldn't even be in this situation if YOU hadn't walked out on him, and abandoned your two daughters when they were just little.  

It's true, you had second thoughts and came back to your daughters, but YOU have been the cause of this whole heartache.

And, I'm sorry that you are unhappy, but I'm on our son's side.  I think he is doing what is required of him, and I don't  want to be caught in the middle of this mess of your own making.

Ah, Life is hard.

And, divorce STINKS!

WOW! Another Year Whizzed By

This has been a good year.

I am loving our mission, our home, everything feels good right now.

Oh, sure, there are lots of problems; finances for some families, hard things for some, challenges for all.

But, it's good.

And, I love the Savior.

Death of a Roommate

She was talking on the phone to one of her five sons.

Suddenly, the line went dead.

He called a cousin in the same town, who broke into her house, and found her sitting where she had been talking on the phone.

A surprising death indeed, but such a peaceful, non-painful way to go.

Oh, she was a character, that Lauralee Catherine Lucille Bannatyne Stevenson...then she married twice so her name was Lauralee Catherine Lucille Bannatyne Stevenson Olson Elliot.

We had reconnected the last couple of years on Face Book, and she had had some health issues, but she was still happy, helping others, caring about others, just doing good.

I was stunned to open my FB page, and see her son posting of her death.

Life is so fragile, precious, and fleeting.

Rest in Peace, dear Lauralee!

But, most of all, thanks for the memories from 1963!