It's harder than I thought.

I was able to catch this moonrise. Thankfully, the rain was over and the clouds cleared enough to see it rise. Peaceful, serene.

This posting is an odd collection of images. Everything was in breathless commotion in November and December with Thanksgiving, Stake Conference, the end of school, and Christmas. And then losing Mom seemed to place everything into a surreal state. We went through the motions but were disconnected in many ways. I didn't know it would be so hard to write about the events, but it is. I feel it's necessary, so here goes.

We had the opportunity to see Frank in a different setting. We also got to see the Titan missile silo and all it's paraphanalia. It was a wonderful presentation and placed many things in a different perspective. It was daunting to think that the history Frank was relating was what we lived through all those years ago. Loved the gift shop, such cool stuff!


Melanie is a kid magnet. She seemed to gather kids for a while and then they leave. Sooner or later, they seem to gravitate back to her side. I think she has the same effect with her sibling's children. It's fun to watch. We're glad to have her in the family.

All the Gibson's (but 2 - Dad will remind me)

Mom always said that she had to wait for her sons to marry to get her daughters. She always made us feel loved and welcome and treated us as if we were her daughters. I have always been grateful that I married the man I did with the parents he had. Mom loved her boys, but she missed doing the girl things that go with daughters. She made up for that once the boys started marrying in 1976. And when the grand-daughters started to arrive, she continued. She loved taking the girls shopping, out to eat, painting fingernails and toenails, watching fashion shows of granddaughters in hats, gloves, and jewelry and listening to the stories, games and conversation of her girls.

Mom loved all her family. She enjoyed being with them. She loved cooking for them and having them visit. She loved the Savior and the gospel and she loved Dale. There was never any doubt as to who came first in her heart.

I'm grateful that Katie wanted her children to connect with their ancestors and took advantage of the opportunity presented by the trip to Snowflake.

It reads Louise Cross.

It's all about the next generation. How we love them and wish we could see more of them.

We love you all!!