My thoughts are tender and many this morning. The thoughts that came to me last night and which occupy much of my thinking thus far today is of the incredible gift of choice which I, and all people have, thanks to the Savior. I was reminded of this as my thoughts were going to the events of two years ago. As I contemplated this I decided that I can choose to remember and then I can choose not to let those events define my day in a negative way. So I choose to remember with love, then choose not to remain in the negative, but to put the memories in the good memory bank and then be at peace.
Trudi has left me with so many examples that I am trying to follow. How could one not be better after being with her and her wonderful smile and giggle.
Her love of life, and all creatures large and small. Of boating, family vacations that, when it was her turn to choose, we went to places wild and wonderful, and not in Utah. Not that she didn't love this state but she wanted to see everywhere and experience all of God's creations.
Her desire for education and she insisting that when we played Uno we would give our scores in Hebrew. (never did master that one)
Her orange room, still is that way, couldn't change it.
Just one more, she would say when eating my homemade rolls.
Lucy, her name for her car, and nicknames she had for many people and things.
Her love of the scriptures and her understanding of Isaiah.
Love of family and friends.
Her hating pink, ruffles, and lace as a child and then as an adult loving that.
In memory of Troo-dums, Troo-de-licious, Trud-a-loo, Trudith and Trudi Marie.
We love you.
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