Time Marches ON

I decided I needed to write something new just because I needed to move on with that weird picture of Bryce. So we will change it to the three amigos. This is a picture in the back of Utah Valley Hospital. The place where I had my first baby. This is also where Bryce was brought after the accident. It has changed since our first visit. This is where McKay came when he broke his collar bone diving for the frisbee in an Ultimate game. This picture is the last we saw of Dallin. Here is the story. We were sitting in the "special" room where they put you when you have someone in the emergency. I kept telling Kim that Dallin needed to be with us and he agreed but no one wanted to leave to get him at the MTC. Kim had called the MTC just to alert them of what was going on and that we wanted Dallin to know and pray for his brother. Our bishop would come in and out of where we were and later told us that he offered a prayer to know what to do to help us. He volunteered to go get Dallin. So Dallin was able to come to see Bryce's body and have some closure. That meant alot to me. Kim was able to give him a blessing. He was also able to give Bryce a blessing earlier ( which we had wanted to do on his first day of school). Then McKay and Dallin gave Kim a blessing. It was a very tender and touching experience. Then we went out to the parking lot to say good-bye to Dallin and then Kim drove him back to the MTC where he just started to make a bee line to his class but the Senior missionary that was there to escort him asked if the man standing there watching him was his dad and didn't he want to say good-bye. Dallin ran back and gave Kim a hug and hurried off to class. The next day his district all fasted for our family. That is a hard thing for missionaries when meal time is what breaks up the study.
This is therapy for me to write some of these things down. Hope you don't mind where I go. I am happy and working hard to remember all the things I can and organize them so that we don't forget. I called Brooke yesterday to read her a letter from someone and she said she didn't want to forget. I know I am the keeper of the memories and so I am trying to get everything in place. Too bad, the world just keeps on going. Sometimes I want to stop the world and get off. I guess that is what I am doing right now. I did bake bread today. That is a first since Bryce has been gone. We picked out his headstone last Saturday. Kim says it's alright if I have "I hope heaven is a half pipe" even though the kids say they don't want that. So it will be in small print on the back. On the front I am putting a line from his missionary plaque from Alma 34:32..this life is the day for men to perform their labors. Compromise--that's what its all about. So I guess I had better start writing my presentation for a ward's birthday party celebration on Tues. It is on Centering our families on Christ. All suggestions welcomed!