Thank you Los Alamos Ward of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

While sitting at my desk at home preparing a seminary lesson, the open box sitting on the floor next to me seemed to be calling my name.  We have lots of boxes in our house right now, packed in some state of anticipation that we will move from here and return closer to our roots and branches.  This box, however, is open and is set apart from the packed and sealed boxes.

I could finally resist it no more and I reached into the box until I found an overstuffed three-ring album—a scrapbook, I guess.  I carefully opened it and thumbed through the pictures and pages.  A flood of memories rushed through my heart as I carefully ran my fingers over the pages.  Among the pages were letters from what some people would call important authorities thanking me for one thing or another, which was nice.  But then I came to the hand written notes, cards, and letters from the people I remember from on a very personal level.  The letters covered a six year span beginning nearly 30 years ago. I choked back tears as my throat tightened and until I could no longer hold the emotion within me.

I hold those pictures, notes, cards, and letters as a beautiful record of a sacred time in my life.  They serve as a reminder of a special time in my life with a faithful and loving people, some of whom no longer live in Los Alamos but many of whom remain “friends” on Facebook.

Thank you, Los Alamos Ward of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints for giving me such wonderful memories that fill a very special Book of Remembrance.