Before Dean (Amos’s dad) left, he financed a service project and recruited the young men in our ward. Today that project happened and I have been on the edge of tears all day with feelings of gratitude spilling over. We woke up at 5 am to the sounds of Brother Wheeler, the president of the young men in our ward, prepping for a concrete delivery. Our home had a dirt backyard when we moved in. We had grand plans for the backyard that have been placed on the back burner with his calling as bishop and the cancer diagnosis. Amos put grass and sprinklers in the yard but hadn’t gotten to the sides of the house that were still dirt. When we water the lawn, the dirt turns to mud which leaves a mud path on the side of the house. Every week we had to bring the trash cans from the back yard to the front, tracking them through the mud. Amos’s dad noticed the problem and set in motion a solution. They decided on a cement path going from the front to the back then extending cement around the other side of the house. What an incredible service for these good men to do. Thank you, thank you to all of you.
My past two blogs have highlighted my magnificent, only son and his teenage follies. Today will not disappoint. Amos had the sentimental idea to do hand prints before the cement dried. One of our little girls said, “Oh ya dad, Porter already wrote a message over there.” Amos, wen’t in a panic to see what “message” he may have written. Right in our front yard next to the garage he found carved in the cement “THE BODIES ARE HERE !” Amos hurried to ask if it could be erased before the cement dried. Five more minutes and it would have been permanent! It’s a good thing I wasn’t home because I may not have been as patient with him as dad was.
I was doing some service at the Gilbert temple. Evelyn and I left at 6 am to meet The Piano Gal and her dad. They helped us do some baptisms for my ancestors. We then went for another service project at the recording studio for Julia Warren who lives in San Diego. She is a member of our church who wrote an award-winning new primary song. She found Evie Clair online and wanted her to record this song. We agreed and recruited Sara Arkell for piano and David Buhelr to play flute. Amos joined us, virtually, on the live Facebook event we did from the studio.
Next, I had a Relief Society activity at the church. I didn’t realize one of the projects was a memory blanket for Amos that the women in the ward were quilting. Once again the gratitude and tears came welling up for me today because of selfless service I was witnessing and the love of those around us for my family.
Amos met me at the church and we went into the hospital to get his chemo pump removed. I almost fell asleep on the drive home. He was too weak to drive. We are in for a couple of rough chemo-side-effect days but at least we’ve both gotten a nap in.