Six years ago today I was in Naperville, IL a western suburb of Chicago, my companion was Elder Dixon. We were laughing while drinking hot chocolate excited by the presents under our tiny one foot tree. The phone rang and I answered. It was the Mission President, he had talked to my family and my Grandpa Dorff had passed away.
It was back in August of 2002, that I sat alone with my grandfather and his wheelchair and oxygen tank. My grandpa told me how proud he was of me for wanting to serve, for putting the lord first and to make these years count. We both knew he probably wouldn't see me come home in two years. As we hugged I said I loved him, and said he loved me too.
I know it's ok to miss him, but there is so much more I would tell him. All about Christy and little Parker, how I'm doing in school and what I'm trying to become. I'd tell him all about my mission and ask him if he wanted to weed the garden and just talk. While I know this would all be very special to me, I'd just like it if I could say one more time... I love him, and he'd say he loved me too.