Mom and Dad Heaton

 

I opened my blog and low and behold, there is a picture of Mom and Dad that I put on the Merrill and Afton Heaton Facebook page. Well, now that I see I have blogged this picture, I will add a few comments.

Mom and Dad have been gone for several years and I still miss them and think of them often. Every time I pick up a book or read the Bible, I think of Mom and all those books that I brought home to her from the library about the groups of people such as the Hittites. She read them and did not complain about my picks. Of course, I had Ms. Carley helping me out at the City library. Ms. Carley was the School librarian until she retired and then she worked or volunteered at the city library. She and I would try to find something we thought Mom would like to read. I would take several books home for her and then take them back when she finished reading them.

I think of Dad every time I pick up a Book of Mormon. He read this book, talked about the Lamanites and the promises made to them every change he got. I remember sitting in sacrament meeting and listening to him give a talk about the Lamanitss and how they were to "blossom as a rose." Dad used the "breathing machine" for his asthma. He had to sit for fifteen minutes morning, noon, and night at that machine. I supposed it helped him breath better. I think it was like a big C-PAP machine when I think of it now. While sitting at the machine and "breathing" as we use to say, he would read the Book of Mormon. I do not remember every seeing him read any other book. I have a fond memory of Dad after he had been in St. George to the temple. He had spent the day down there and when he came home, I remember thinking that I wanted to marry a man that would be dedicated in going to the temple.

I love Mom and Dad and am so thankful for all they have done for me, to prepare me for life, and for helping me develop a strong testimony of the gospel. I look forward to seeing them again. How wonderful that will be. Right now I think of Grandma Heaton, Aunt Irene, and how many times we stopped to visit them as we drove back and forth to Salt Lake City. I remember Florian, Grace, Maxine, Ruth, and Claire. How fun they were and so much talent. I also remember Vard, Gail, Ross, and Lloyd and they all looked like variations of Dad. I just thought of Geneva.

Now, I am going to be thinking of family all evening. I love facebook and being able to see the extended family members.

I gotta go. I could write forever. Love ya.