this post could also be entitled:
Your so vain you probably think this blog is about you…
I am not one to bring out family dirty laundry via posts. In fact I have always couched anyone other than my immediate family in vague terms. My family are not perfect, far from it. My family converted to the church when I was three. In that family there was a number of habits which still exist to this day. Each of us bares our own responsibility for what is our portion of the family problems and we all should be a part of fixing them.
Sometimes this can be confusing and sometimes they can be impossible. We are all tried by our own hang ups and false impressions.
Given this, my father went to my temple wedding. He stood outside with those of my relatives that could not enter the temple. I wished at the time and still honestly feel it would have been united as a family at that time like we were when we were sealed in 1973. I love my father, I know we have problems but honestly, I am happy I am who I am and I am mindful of what he gave me. He may not always know that but last year he was a great blessing in giving me a place to stand knowing his respect for me and love.
That may seem sentimental, but for me it is a startling admission. One I make happily. We may have fought, we may have come close to a punch out and I was kicked out of my house once, but yet in all that, when my chips were down my father has stood behind me, how can I not acknowledge that.
But this is not about him.