Dreams and Curse Words

I had a dream with Grandma in it the other night.  We were all just hanging out in the temple with her.  I thought to myself, "I don't think that Grandma is supposed to be alive, but here she is. COOL."
I suppose that is more real than a dream.  She probably spends a lot of her time in the temple these days.
I remember a letter she sent me on my mission, right after she got home from Jerusalem. She said that she enjoyed her time over there but that "the spirit is not there. It is one thing to walk where Jesus walked.  It is another thing to walk where he still walks today."  She probably knows the truth of that better than most right about now.  I'm grateful that she was a great example of temple service and the power it contains.

On a lighter note,  people mentioned that they have never heard Grandma swear. Well I have! It was at a triathlon at Yuba Lake in Southern Utah. My dad and Lance competed in it together. This was back when Lance and fam lived in Orem, I don't remember the exact year, that's more Grandpa's thing.
When Lance came out of the water we waited and waited AND WAITED for Dad to come out.  We were all getting pretty nervous as a nice wind had kicked up and the water was white capping.  Eventually Grandma couldn't take it anymore. She said, "I HATE THIS HELL HOLE!"
And that wasn't the end of it.  After Dad got out of the water (second to last- we were all just happy he was alive) He had a nasty wreck on his bike after going around a turn with lose gravel. It split the palm of his hand open and he had to be brought back to the start line via ambulance, as his bike was in bad shape and his glasses were broken. That was the last straw for Grandma.  She said, "I AM NEVER COMING BACK TO THIS GOD FORSAKEN PLACE!" And she never did.

I guess only a mother's love was strong enough to make her swear.  We sure love you Grandma.