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Sunday, March 22, 2009
Remembering Dad
In all of the hub-bub with Betty Stettler's funeral, I didn't take time to celebrate my father's life. He passed away two years ago on the 16th of March. We had a beautiful funeral, complete with pictures and a special documentary movie Meghan had put together on his life. It was quite a tribute. We celebrate his life with his words, "No matter how tall you grandfather is, you still have to do your own growing" as is illustrated in the poster created by one of Meghan's friends. We used this for the cover of his funeral program. Dad loved to ride horses. He and mother took them up to Logan canyon to ride each summer. Dad served our country in the airforce during the Korean War. He also served a mission for the LDS church in the southern states. We as a family, got to visit and meet some of the saints where he served. He raised us 7 children to be good, kind individuals. He always had a cheerful personality; which, fortunately, we all inherited.
One of the favorite memories of the grandchildren is that Grandpa would always tell stories he made up about Pinky the Dog. Pinky was a super hero that always showed up in the "nick of time" to save the day! Two of the grandchildren, immortalized Grandpa Ted's Pinky the Dog by creating one of the stories.
We decided when David got his mission call to Chile, that as a family we would go and pick him up at the end of the mission. He was called to serve in the Chile Antofagasta Mission. On March 20, 2008, we boarded a plane for Antofagasta and spent a week within his mission and then headed to Santiago, followed by a week in Peru exploring the ruins of Machu Picchu, The Sacred Valley, Cuzco, Ollaytatambo, etc. It was a beautiful trip, but nothing can compare with seeing a son in the mission field, interacting with the saints and converts. I will always be grateful for the love the Chilean Saints showed my son and us as well.
In all of the hub-bub with Betty Stettler's funeral, I didn't take time to celebrate my father's life. He passed away two years ago on the 16th of March. We had a beautiful funeral, complete with pictures and a special documentary movie Meghan had put together on his life. It was quite a tribute. We celebrate his life with his words, "No matter how tall you grandfather is, you still have to do your own growing" as is illustrated in the poster created by one of Meghan's friends. We used this for the cover of his funeral program. Dad loved to ride horses. He and mother took them up to Logan canyon to ride each summer. Dad served our country in the airforce during the Korean War. He also served a mission for the LDS church in the southern states. We as a family, got to visit and meet some of the saints where he served. He raised us 7 children to be good, kind individuals. He always had a cheerful personality; which, fortunately, we all inherited.
One of the favorite memories of the grandchildren is that Grandpa would always tell stories he made up about Pinky the Dog. Pinky was a super hero that always showed up in the "nick of time" to save the day! Two of the grandchildren, immortalized Grandpa Ted's Pinky the Dog by creating one of the stories. 
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