March has been a different month for us. After the marathon virus that we all shared in February, I was looking forward to cleaning my house and working on some projects. However, that almost never happens. (Although I did reach my goal of less Phineas and Ferb for Kaity).
We did buy a super pass to Trafalga. It's been a lot of fun so far and Kaity especially loves the carousel in Lehi. Jared and I enjoy getting out somewhere for an hour or two and not having to worry about going over budget.
We found out earlier this month that my sister is having a boy. She has decided to name him after our brother, Brett, who passed away shortly after birth. They're still working on a middle name, I vote for Darrell.
I was very excited this last weekend to go to the temple with my family. It is so great to be reminded of the eternal nature of families, and I am so excited that we were able to find and do the work for some of our Lebanese/Syrian ancestors. My cousin Tammy did such an awesome job finding all the important dates. While we were packing to head up to my parents house, we got a text from my mom saying that my grandpa fell and was in the hospital.
I've been avoiding this subject lately because I really don't want to think about it. When my Grandma Webb started forgetting things and falling, I was kind of expecting it: she had been sick for a very long time. Grandpa Z, however, was always the "healthy one." He would take me on rollercoasters and 4-wheeling and shooting. I'll never forget when he showed up the day before my senior prom with a gun...turned out it was just a coincidence - he was cleaning out his storage and wanted me to have it because I was the only one who shot it. Granted, I don't shoot very often, only once a year...but I love that he thought of me.
I went to see Grandpa in the hospital this weekend, and he was really out of it. He did, however, know that the golf Masters are in a few weeks - he loves any kind of sport! I also loved seeing that he was wearing the necklace I gave him when I was little. Because my Grandpa's parents were Catholic, he always wore a St. Christopher's medal. When I was little, we gave him a new silver chain to wear it. It was a bit too long, so we had the chain shortened and a matching bracelet made for me. Of course it doesn't fit anymore, but it'll be good for Kaity in a year or so. Anyway, when my grandpa became active in the LDS church, he stopped wearing the medal but kept the necklace.
I was Grandpa's little girl. There was nothing I couldn't get if I just asked - this includes making my cousins stop their pick-up basketball game to let 5 year old me play basketball with them. I remember Easter egg hunts using his ballcap as a basket to collect my spoils. I also remember dressing up in every scrap of orange I could find during deer-hunting season just so I could be like Grandpa. Of course, I've never been hunting - it doesn't even remotely appeal to me.
Grandpa is back at home now, but he has fallen again. They are having a nurse, aide, and physical therapist come out a few times a week to help him get better, but I don't think that there's going to be a lot of improvement.
Every time I see my grandfather now, I am grateful for eternal families and that day, 14ish years ago, when my grandparents were sealed to each other and their sons for eternity in the Salt Lake Temple.