Thursday, May 22, 2008
Nicholas is on the 1st row in a long sleeve blue dress shirt & tie. This is a special day for all the 2nd graders and their mom's. It was quite a cute day and when the musical program was over, we had muffins and went back to the classroom for some fun activities.
Monday, May 12, 2008
His life was too short and yet, I learned much from him! Please take a moment if you will and visit his obituary.
We spoke with Nicholas and Julia the night of Britt's passing. We read out of the scriptures and answered their questions of whether we would see Britt again, what does a spirit look like, etc... It was a nice teaching moment and it made me feel so grateful for the knowledge of the gospel. It truly helps us understand that we will one day see Britt again and what a sweet reunion that will be!
A few memories we have of Britt are...
I think Britton was 15-16 years old. We were all at Mom's and Dad's house on a Sunday evening. It seems like Britton was just getting into lifting weights, and wanted to arm wrestle some of his uncles. I was happy to comply with his request, thinking that I, because of my age, should be able to beat him. Well, the arm wrestle was over quick, it wasn't really that close. Britton was victorious. He pranced around the room chanting something like "Uncle Eric lost to a 15 yr old!" While I didn't really love losing to my nephew, I remember thinking that if I started hitting the gym we could have a rematch someday, and that I might fare better the next time. Then Britton's bicepts got massive. Thoughts of a rematch went quickly out the door. I'm now left feeling grateful that by getting beat, I added in some small way to the Britton's happiness in his way too short life.
My first memory of Britton was when Eric and I were engaged. Britton would always say, "Hi, Stephanie" and give me a hug. I was always taken back by this as I thought, "I hardly know him. Why would he give ME a hug?" Over the years, Britton has always come in and given me a hug and said, " Hi, Aunt Stephanie!" I realize this isn't much to some, but this always made my day. And while he probably gave everyone else the same attention, I always felt he really cared about "Aunt Stephanie." (It's a trait I admire... He simply cared about others and everyone knew it. He was confident in who he was regardless of what others thought. It was as if he was mature beyond his young teen years.
Britt always said to me, "Hey, Bro!" because he knew I was a Bro, you know.
Britt always said, "Hey Ju!" or "Hey, Ju, Ju!"
I'm sad Britton died.