To: Kat

Dear Kat,

Five years ago, my grandpa passed away. Like your grandpa, he had cancer too. My grandpa has and always will be an amazing example to me. I love him so much. Five years ago really does seem like a long time, I was only eleven… But I still remember him.

GrandpaAbbs

My siblings and I used to wake up really early in the morning to go on walks with him around the neighborhood. I remember how patient he was. I remember how he always carried a comb around in his pocket. I often watched him work on our basement, and I wanted to build too, so I made a bird house, and then Grandpa and I painted it together. I remember when my grandparents moved, I missed their old house and I sat in his lap and cried…

At EFY two years ago, we discussed what it meant to have charity. My grandpa had such a beautiful heart full of love. He put others before himself, and he quietly served others. After he died, my grandma was going through his things, and she found a newspaper article that he had cut out saved, written by a father who was very grateful for a Mr. Harrop who had saved his child’s life. My grandma never even knew about that. My grandpa never boasted about the good things he did. He did those good things because he wanted to do what was right, and he wanted to serve others. My grandpa had a pure love for others, and I really believe that he had charity, or at least some aspects of it.

The first thing that comes to my mind when I think of my grandpa is this: Once I was in the kitchen drawing, and he was silently watching me as I worked. A few minutes had passed, and my grandpa said to me, “Abbey, what aren’t you good at?” Thinking of that moment during hard times today gives me confidence. I know that my grandpa loves me, and he thinks I’m good at everything I do, even though I may not think so. This story makes me think of my Heavenly Father too. God loves me, and He knows I have great potential and can succeed in all I do, if I try. I may not have confidence, but He has confidence in me. It makes me smile as I imagine both my Heavenly Father and my grandpa watching me, rooting for me to do my best and find happiness…

Kat, I know that one day I will be able to see my grandpa again. And you will see your grandpa again too. Hey, maybe they’re friends up in heaven right now! You never know. What makes me feel at peace is knowing that they are both doing a great work; they are missionaries teaching the gospel. I look forward to the day when we can see them again.

I love you!

Love, Me

Advertisements

Choose Happiness

So a few months ago I had a problem. I wasn’t very happy.

Let me explain… It tends to be really hard for me to let things go. Things that have made me upset or sad. I just have a really hard time getting over those things. But once I finally do get over whatever it is that I can’t stop worrying and thinking about, I feel better. And I look back and think, now why was that such a big deal? Yeah, I do make a big deal out of many things. I worry too much, and I over-think things that don’t really need to be thought about. At the beginning of the school year, all I did was worry and regret. For the most part, I didn’t try to be happy. I didn’t want to forget the bad things… I was miserable.

But I recently have found the solution I needed. And that solution is me.

Over these past few months of my sophomore year in high school, I have come to realize that it really is my own choice as to whether I want to be happy or not. I’ve realized that I am so blessed. I have so many great things in my life. And my friends… my friends are the greatest people in the world. I couldn’t ask for anything better. They are shining examples to me, and all of them make me want to be a better person. With the help of those friends, and with the gospel and my family, I’ve decided to choose to let go of all those stupid little things, and move forward into a happier me. I am so happy. Turns out this school year is not the worst, but one of the best. And I am so grateful.

There will always be problems in my life—some a lot more serious than others—but if I can face them with faith and an attitude that everything will be alright, then I will most definitely be able to get through any trial that is thrown at me. I will always have struggles, and I will fall down sometimes. But I know that I am not alone. My family and friends are there for me. What’s even better is my Heavenly Father and my Savior are there as well. How blessed I am to know that I always have someone by my side, pulling me up.

I am so grateful for my knowledge of the gospel, for my amazing friends, and for my family. I wish everyone could feel the way I do. I am choosing to be happy, because I want to be. It’s as simple as that. Now I hope whoever is reading this can choose happiness too.

:)