On Tuesday, January 6, 2015 my dad called to tell me that he had just given my Grandpa Pearson a blessing. It brought tears to my eyes for a few reasons. I knew that my grandpa's health was declining quickly and he wouldn't be with us much longer.
I was touched that my dad had given him a blessing. It was the first blessing that my dad has ever given. I was so proud of him. My dad has come a long way. I never thought I would ever see this side of my dad while here on Earth. He has been on his own spiritual journey for the past couple of years. He quit drinking before he had knee surgery in November of 2012. The following March he started going back to church. In May of 2014 he quit drinking coffee. He received his patriarchal blessing in the same year and received the Melchizedek priesthood on August 17, 2014. I am beyond proud of him. The gospel has the power to soften hearts and to change lives. I have seen it first hand in my dad.
On Saturday, January 11, 2015 I woke up to a text message from my dad asking me to call my mom. I knew that my grandpa had passed away. It was bitter sweet. I cried and was sad to lose him here on Earth, but was relieved that he was finally at peace and out of pain. He wasn't suffering anymore.
We had just driven to Utah and back for Christmas; not even two weeks before he passed away. Driving with Sawyer was a nightmare, but we were so thankful to be able to attend the funeral. I can't even express how great it was to see my entire family. Family members that I grew up with, that I hadn't seen in over 10 years. My grandpa's funeral service was nice. There is something about a death that puts things in perspective. I kept thinking about how my grandpa is gone, but memories of him remain. It made me wonder what memories people would have of me if I were to pass away tomorrow. It made me want to be a better person. A better daughter, sister, aunt, friend, wife and a better mom to my kids. I kept thinking of these two quotes:
"Invest in people, not things."
"I've learned that people will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget
how you made them feel."
I find those quotes to be so true and particularly touching while sitting and thinking about them during my grandpa's service. When we pass away, memories remain and I want to be sure to leave good ones behind.
Life Legacy
George W. Pearson, Jr.
PRICE - Our beloved father and grandpa, George Pearson, passed away peacefully January 10, 2015, at the age of 89, after enjoying a wonderful life filled with love and happiness.
George was born to George W. Pearson, Sr. and Elsie Frost on June 3, 1925 in Peerless, UT. He married the love of his life, Rae Dell Long in Castle Gate, Utah on the 6th of March 1947. Their marriage was later solemnized in the Manti Temple on their anniversary in 1953.
George was a member of the US Navy and proudly served his country in WWII as a submarine mechanic. After his time in the Navy, George worked as a coal miner and was a member of the UMWA. He later moved to California where he owned his own airplane and worked spotting fish for commercial fishermen. During his time in California, he started his own construction company and worked as a contractor before moving back to Utah and retiring to “the Ranch”. George was an active member of the LDS Church and held several callings. He was a hard working, kind-hearted man who served his country, church, and family throughout his life. He will be remembered as a generous, loving person who put others' needs before his own.
George was preceded in death by his parents, 5 sisters, Rosella, Elizabeth, Naoma, Mona and Elsie, and a great-grand-daughter, Rachael. He is survived by his loving wife, Rae Dell, children DeAnna (Boyd) Rhodes, Nancy (Bob) Jones, Elsie (Bill) Riddle, Duane (Barbara) Pearson, Alan (Joanne) Pearson, Bill (Peggy) Pearson, Loni (Jerry) Giraud, LaDawn (Harry) Mari, and Christine (Rod) Hooley 32 grandchildren, 56 great-grandchildren and 7 great-great-grandchildren.
My mom's side of the family
My dad was asked to dedicate my grandpa's grave.
My grandma and all of her children and their spouses.
My sister Shannon, me, cousin Shaina, and cousin Ella.
Sawyer was so tired at the luncheon after the funeral. She fell asleep on Peyton. He is such a sweetheart with our kids!
This was at my cousin, Ella's house. We all got together the night of the funeral. I can't say enough how proud I am of my dad and how far he has come in the gospel. I am also proud of my mom, who I didn't get a picture with.