Today in primary, we sang the song "The Hearts of the Children". I had never heard it before, but it talks about the prophecy of Malaki about the hearts of the fathers turning to the children, and the children to their fathers, then the fulfilling of the prophecy by Elijah. Our leader was explaining it to the kids as a feeling of love towards those that have passed away before us, and a yearning to know them. I forgot that we were learning this song, and I had honestly never heard it before, but it was the perfect song for today.
Today is my Grandpa Stan's birthday. He would be 88. He passed away over 50 years ago. I never got to know him. I know I've talked about him a bit before, but it really hasn't been until the last few years that I've really started missing him and really wanting to know him. It's only been recently that I've really gotten into family history as well, so I think the Spirit of Elijah is really hitting me as of late.
I don't know what my Grandpa was like, but I like to think he was a good mix of my dad and my two uncles. Goofy, but warm and loving. I've seen pictures of him and I see my nephews in him. I've often wondered what it would have been like to have him at my sporting events, or my high school musical performances. I'm pretty sure that I would have been (and am) is favorite granddaughter, but I'll have to wait a little while to know for sure.
I'm sad that I didn't get to grow up with him in my life, but I am grateful for him. I am grateful for the memories others have of him, and for pictures and videos that I only recently got to see. Happy birthday grandpa. I love you.
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