This weekend I have been thinking a bit about my loved ones who I have lost. Most recently was my Grandparents.
My Grandpa taught me to drive a stick. My parents had done their duty and for the most part failed, then I went out with a hired driving instructor. It might have been the most scared I have ever been, entering the freeway on a on ramp way up in the sky and not knowing how to drive stick! All that money and effort and I was still struggling then my Grandpa Jensen came into town and taught me what was known as "the trick". He took me to an empty parking lot and just showed me how to let the clutch out and make the car go. Not adding gas just mastering the letting the clutch out and making the car go. You see once you learn that the rest is easy... and so it was.
This last week I was selling my sisters car which happens to be a stick. I haven't driven a stick in many years and wondered if I still would know how. Would I stall (the horror). Nope I sat in the car and remembered my Grandpa and it was all still there. Most of the Grandchildren probably have a similar story about learning "the trick". So today I think of them, all of them, my Grandparents I have many of these little moments some big and some small. I am so glad for these memories.







