I've been trolling old computers and I have found tons on pictures. I thought I would post a few that really mean a lot to me.
*Caution: Photo overload ahead
Johnny and Ashton on a hike Bridal Veil Falls
John was mad I was snapping all the pics. I kept taking pictures of his bum. (hehehe)
Beautiful little Ethan
Cutie Pie Asthty Boy
Daddy and baby Aves
Here is another complaining picture. "Why are you taking all these crazy pictures?" "Why don't you get over here with the kids, and I'll take some pictures?"
Bum shot, but sure cute
John and I with some of our Youth Conference kids. Book of Mormon charades.
Lindsey Carter, Danielle Wall, Marissa Jensen, Tanner Hales, John, Ashley Volkert, Me, and Trace Tyrell (behind) Youth Conference '07 the Stripling Warriors.
This is me doing "The Parable of the Tide Pen" talk. I thought my talks started after the accident, but now that I see this, I remember that there were a few before.
Me, John, and Jodi and Tim Rankin before the Conference.
This is Lindsey, our niece. This picture makes me feel like he should be walking through the door at any minute. I'm still in shock I think. I can't believe that he's not coming back. Some days I wish I could just get over it. It's been a year and a half, but it feels like a couple of weeks, and and eternity all at the same time. Oh the weirdness of grief. I have come to the conclusion that grief, who I think we should call Frank, is bipolar, or completely schizophrenic. Dang that Frank!
Clane in charge.
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