PJ's grandma also passed away on Fathers Day so we get to share our anniversary with memories of her. Even though it sounds morbid, it was a very spiritual experience watching her die. She was asleep on her couch and her breathing slowly stopped and laid there peacefully. I felt an overwhelming feeling of the spirit there and after a while I knew that she was safe in her designated area ready to learn about the gospel and I felt at peace. She was a lovely lady and amid a lot of scrutiny and complaints from the other side of the family, she always welcomed us.
So this next year (hopefully) holds school, temple work, new promises, more fights, more growing, more family. I have also learned that I have a lot to learn. Happy Anniversary!