I know..I know..I am a month late blogging about Christmas. It has been a busy few weeks. We really enjoyed it this year. Dave had the day off (first time in 3 years). He did have to work Christmas eve though which sort of put a damper on my favorite part of the holiday (being santa and snuggling). Anyway, we went fairly simple this year with a big family gift. I finally gave in and allowed Santa to bring a Wii. Actually, I don't feel it is like any of the other video game systems out there. We have been enjoying it.
The day after Christmas we left for Utah for some fun with family and snow. While we were there we took the time to stop by and see my Grandpa Knighton (My Sister Callee and her husband Brian went too). He had a stroke in October and was staying at my Aunt's home. While there we overheard my Aunt tell someone that he had been up the night before singing "Come, Come Ye Saints." He wasn't all that aware of what was going on so we decided to sing some songs with him. He joined in. We ended with "Come, Come Ye Saints." Spencer sat and held his hand during most of the visit.
I was so glad that we went to visit him. My Aunt ReNae said that that was the last time that he was really aware of anything. He passed away January 8th. After coming home from Utah, we turned around and went back for his funeral a week and a half later. The kids were troopers and did well on the car ride. At the funeral the Grandchildren sang 2 songs they were both ones that Callee and I had sung with him. I did not make it through them.
If you look at the words to "Come, Come ye Saints" it talks about not being afraid to work hard, and it is a song about hope. My Grandpa was a great example of hard work. I also feel that this is a time when we all need reassurance that "all is well, all is well." One memory ReNae shared at his funeral was that they had taken him on a trip to Navuoo. While there they took a riverboat trip. As all of the passengers left the boat, my grandpa stood there and shook everyones hand and asked if they had had a good trip. That was the kind of man he was. He was in his right mind all of the way up until after his stroke. He loved everyone. I hope I can follow his example.
I am glad that he gets to be with Grandma. He was 94 years old. They had 7 children, 37 grand children, and 98 great grandchildren with 5 more on the way. There was a talk

given by President Hinckley about being a strong link in your family. Grandpa was a strong link, and look at what he passed down to 142 direct decendants as well as in-laws, etc. In is last years he still drove a car (last July he drove my children when we went out to dinner with him). He did a few sessions a week at the temple. He was a faithful home teacher to several families. He served right up to the very end. I hope I have some of him in me.
This picture was taken of us with my Grandpa Knighton just over a year ago at my other wonderful Grandfather's funeral. I am so glad that we took the time to take it!