Tagged Photo I'm actually fairly fastidious about my digital photo files. I download photos and put them is one of three places: to develop, temporary, and keepers. Once the 'to develop' folder gets fairly full I burn the files to CD and print out the photos at Sam's Club. I don't store a lot of photos on my computer. It slows it down.
Now, about this photo. This past memorial day Hubby took along the camera when we went to visit graves. This is a photo of the headstone for my grandparents' graves. And there's a funny story to go with it.
When Loula Belle was four or five years old I said something about going to visit Grandma Austin. "Which one?" she asked. "The one with red hair or the one that's resurrected?" That's right. Lou thought that my Grandma Austin (her Great-grandma Austin) was resurrected. She'd read Grandma's name on this headstone when we'd gone to visit on memorial day. (It didn't have the death date then, but Lou didn't notice that.) She thought that meant that Grandma had died. But since she could hug and kiss Grandma, that must mean that . . . Grandma was resurrected! (Don't you love the faith and knowledge that kids naturally have?!)
Also, I fudged a bit on picking the fourth photo of the file. This wasn't the fourth photo. But I need to write about my Grandma Austin. Yesterday I went to the temple. I wear a temple apron that my dear grandma hand-stitched, so every visit to the temple reminds me of her and the humble, sweet, kind life she lived. I always come away from a visit to the temple more dedicated to live a Christ-like life, and I can't help but wonder if thinking about my Grandma Austin is part of the reason for my renewed dedication. She's as close to perfect as anyone I've ever known. And I miss her.
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I love that story. Of course she thought Grandma was resurrected--it makes perfect sense. Why else would a perfectly healthy person have their name on a headstone?
Such a sweet post.
I have a resurrection story to share with you to, since you brought it up.
About three years after my mom passed away, my dad started dating a woman, and it was getting serious. So serious, in fact, that he thought he'd better bring her over to meet his kids--weird to have that shoe on the other foot.
They got out of the car and one of my daughters, who'd been peeking out of an upstairs window came running down the hallway yelling, "Grandma's here! Grandma's here!" That's how much this woman looked like my mom, but it didn't even phase my daughter. she didn't even question that that wasn't Grandma. What great hope we should have like these children.
That's precious!
We can learn so much from the faith of children! The veil truly is closer than we know!
okay, gotta go look up my 4th photo. :)
I love things that have such a special meaning. Call me sometime and we'll do the temple together! I go every Tuesday at 12:30.
Okay, I'm dense. What have I been tagged to post?
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