11.25.2012
11.20.2012
{gratitude}
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.
It turns what we have
into enough, and more.
into enough, and more.
It turns denial into acceptance,
chaos to order, confusion to clarity.
It can turn a meal into a feast,
a house into a home,
a stranger into a friend.
Gratitude makes sense of our past,
brings peace for today,
and creates a vision for tomorrow.
- Melody Beattie -
11.15.2012
{arrivals & departures}
There are places that serve as heaven's gate in this
mortal life.
As I waited for my departure flight from Denver to Provo
on the afternoon of October 25, 2012, I took this picture.
I did not know that my Dad was silently waiting for my return and the arrival of my sister, Carolyn, and my brother, Ray. Suffering from major brain trauma from a fall at home, he lingered in a state of unconsciousness.
Shortly after I took this picture, I received the news that my dad had fallen and he would not recover.
As I silently sobbed with my heart breaking, I prayed for me and my dad - that we would travel safely home to those we love so dearly.
I arrived at Provo Airport and traveled quickly to Utah Valley Regional Medical Center to wait with Dad as family continued to gather.
The next day my Dad finished his mortal journey. As Robert and I left the hospital, we marveled that this sacred place had seen the arrival of our first child, a daughter, thirty-four years earlier. That night long ago, my Mom and Dad traveled from Pleasant Grove to see me and meet their newest grandchild.
I did not know then that thirty-four years later Dad would be in that same hospital and that Elizabeth would travel from Pleasant Grove to say goodbye to her Grandpa Bezzant. UVRMC was to serve as heaven's crossroads again as we gathered as seven grown children to express our love and appreciation for a life well lived. The harvest was in and it was time for Dad to rest for a season. I know he was met with as much love and anticipation as our sweet Elizabeth was thirty-four years earlier - all a part of the comings and goings of heaven.
Every girl should be so blessed to have a Dad like mine.
mortal life.
As I waited for my departure flight from Denver to Provo
on the afternoon of October 25, 2012, I took this picture.
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| Denver Airport - October 25, 2012 |
I did not know that my Dad was silently waiting for my return and the arrival of my sister, Carolyn, and my brother, Ray. Suffering from major brain trauma from a fall at home, he lingered in a state of unconsciousness.
Shortly after I took this picture, I received the news that my dad had fallen and he would not recover.
As I silently sobbed with my heart breaking, I prayed for me and my dad - that we would travel safely home to those we love so dearly.
I arrived at Provo Airport and traveled quickly to Utah Valley Regional Medical Center to wait with Dad as family continued to gather.
The next day my Dad finished his mortal journey. As Robert and I left the hospital, we marveled that this sacred place had seen the arrival of our first child, a daughter, thirty-four years earlier. That night long ago, my Mom and Dad traveled from Pleasant Grove to see me and meet their newest grandchild.
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| Elizabeth & Grandma Mary Salt Lake Airport - 1978 |
Every girl should be so blessed to have a Dad like mine.
11.11.2012
{my dad}
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| High School Graduation |
You can never really
live anyone else's life,
not even your child's.
The influence you exert
is through your own life,
and what you've become yourself.
- Eleanor Roosevelt -
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| Picking cherries - 1997 |
After Apple Picking
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree.
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough
But I am done with apple-picking now.
- Robert Frost -
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