Though I'm not sure when she'll ever see this, I'm confident she will someday. (Don't worry, I sent flowers). The baby is my mother, the woman is my grandmother.
Mom, I love you deeply. Just writing that brings tears to my eyes. I recognize that God gave us to each other. He gave me a mother who could truly love unconditionally, and gain understanding as often as truth was presented to her. He gave me a mother who could hug, and put up with tough times. He gave me a mother who could be resourceful and fun. You have always been a great example, even when you were going through the worst of times.
I think he gave me to you because he knew you needed something I had. Someday you'll have to tell me what that is. I know I'm the one that calls, and helps, and pays attention. My siblings would if they had time.
You've done so much for me, and I want you to know I recognize it. When I was overloaded, you helped me unload. Again, and again. You are simply put, a beautiful human being. You devoted your career to helping children who desperately needed you. You taught so many kids to read who other teachers just gave up on. This to me is a beautiful.
I wish I could be with you today. Love,
Your son.
Hello Joe, my name is Eric Peterson and I'm a reporter with the Salt Lake City Weekly. I stumbled across your blog and thought you might be worth asking for help with a story I'm doing. I'm investigating BYU's Honor Code based on allegations that its being used to kick students out for being gay, but not being required to present the accused with any evidence.
ReplyDeleteAnyways, I didnt know if you might be able to give me some direction on this front but if you could, please shoot me an email at epeterson@cityweekly.net
Thanks
Eric S. Peterson