Sunday night, Jackson asked me to take a ride with him to the cemetery where P and Sarah's earthly bodies are buried. He brought his patriarchal blessing with him. He hasn't read it since he received it. We walked up to the spot where they lay. I talked to P for a while. I told him everything that has been going on, told him I missed him, thanked him for being at the ordinations, and told him it was time for him to come back now. You know, the usual. Then, I walked over to a spot that I had wanted to look at more closely.
When I came back, Jackson was reading his blessing to P, sobbing. He was reading it out loud to P and telling him how he felt.
They are buried in a beautiful spot, with a beautiful view. I am thankful that it is close by. I am so thankful for the relationship he had with my boys and that sometimes they just need him.
But, gosh, it's time for him to come back now!