Together Forever

It's been a month, which has given more than sufficient time to gather my thoughts and finally write them down. I'll start from the beginning...
My Grandfather has always been a person in my life that I have enjoyed spending time with. I can remember as a child standing on my bed at night, looking out my window waiting for my Grandparents to "finally" arrive at my house. As I have grown older I have come to realize what a blessed person I am for having such wonderful Grandparents, especially my Grandfather, and for the memories of him that will last forever.
Labor Day weekend my family caravaned down to Highland, Utah to meet my Grandparents along with my mother. They had traveled there a few days before in hopes that my Grandpa could get some medical help at the University hospital. Within a few short days, the liver disease that was taking over my Grandpa's body, had finally taken it's toll. When we arrived in Utah, it was a bitter sweet sight to see my family gather around my sick Grandfather and tell him we loved him. He was able to share his experiences that he has had the past few days being in such a close position to the veil. He said that he had seen and talked with our Heavenly Father, and that he had a new assignment if he was ready to go. He gave us each a hug and whispered " I Love You," in our ears. He was not able to see very well, and it was so cute that he would touch our cheeks with his hand to feel our faces. He said many times that one of the most important things we have in this life is our testimony, and that we should hold tight to it. He said never lose it, Satan is trying so hard to take it away, never let him. What a wonderful opportunity we had to hear the testimony of such a wonderful, spiritual man. It's moments like those that we live for.
Within the next few days my Grandpa's health slowly declined, and as I sat as his bedside holding his hands, I thought how grateful I am for the gospel in my life. To know that I will see this great man again one day, was the greatest blessing I could ever have. My Grandfather, Larry Barnes Hansen, passed away September 4th 2008, and what a sad, but yet very happy day that was, for I know that even though he left his family here on earth, he was greeted and is with family in heaven.
As I have pondered the last month I have remembered the "achin- for it's," the whiskerings, the loud boisterous laugh, the firm, strong hugs, and the kind, gentle, vibrant blue eyes. I can remember the smell of his jackets and the touch of his hands. I remember his good advice, and the way that my friends adored him. I will never forget the encouragement he gave after many hard basketball games. He was my biggest fan. I remember the rides on the tractors, and the times he lead us around on the horse. I remember the neon pink swim trunks at camp, and the the skit night that he and Grandma actually had a skit. I remember the pats on the back, and the words, "I'm proud of you Heidi, you did good." I remember his boots, and the characteristic walk that lead them around. I remember his smile and his just fingers wave. But most of all I will never forget the way he lit up when his family was together.
I am so grateful to know that there is a plan set for us all, and that we as a family are together forever. And so it is now that I feel again like a child, but this time staring into the night sky waiting to "finally" see my Grandpa once again.

The Worst Job Ever!!

Last week I finally found a job, however, it is defintely the worst job ever! I work for a seed company as a conditioning operator, which bascially means that I run seeds through mills. Currently, we are running onion seeds, which stink like crazy. I have to go straight home and hop in the shower so the smell doesn't stick to me. There are two upsides to this job, one is that I get off work at 3:30, and two is that I am now officially fork lift certified! I even have a spiffy certificate and card to prove it. I only missed one question on my 74 question test, so basically I am amazing! The other day I sat on a five gallon bucket for five hours picking junk off watermelon seeds one seed at a time. Each seed is worth $0.25, so they can't have anything on them when they leave the conditioning building. At least watermelon seeds don't stink, but they do turn your hands brown. I am pretty sure that if by next summer I am not able to make good money working at a hospital, that I will look elsewhere for a job besides my current employment. I am loving being at home, and am dreading the day that I have to move back to Rexburg. I would take working rather than moving back, which is saying a lot.

Green Envelopes

Skunked again!! It has officially been a month and a half since I have seen a green envelope in the mailbox. It's not that it's really the color that matters, it's really more about where it comes from. Unfortunatly I realized the other day that this prized green letter may in fact be on it's way back to the Phillippines. You see, when I moved home I neglected to fill out a fowarding address form, so that small green envelope with a red and blue striped border and butterfly and bird stamps may be well on it way on the ten day journey back to Angeles, Phillippines. This news of course was hard for me to swollow, however I still have a small ounce of hope left in that the sender was smarter than I and sent it to my current address. So until monday I will cross my fingers and wish real hard that the next time I walk across the street and open that forest green mailbox, that there will be a seafoam green envelope with a read and blue striped border, and bird and butterfly stamps laying on the bottom of the mailbox waiting for me to open it.

Deciding to Conform

I have officially decided to conform to the vast majority of college students and start my own blog. I find it funny that I hadn't thought of using a blog for a "journal" before, however public it may be. I think that my excuse for not starting it earlier was that I thought that it would take up way too much of my time, although I hadn't thought that actually writing a journal would probably take just as much of my precious time as this would. Besides, this page is much more cute than any lined paper would be. So to all of those who find this page, please don't judge...and hopefully you may find some humor in my daily life happenings!