I decided to travel to Ohio, to spend the Thanksgiving with my Grandparents and Uncle’s family. I seldom win my battles against the Lord.
I’ve had dinner with my grandparents about three times, last time in Capone’s, Little Italy, Hartfor, CT. We spoke over a toss caesar. I believe a cannoli was involved.
The Spirit started urging my thoughts to my ancestors about half way through my mission. I spoke much on family history work to my investigators. I enrolled in the Family History course in my ward recently. Shortly after I posted on the ride board, a small group spontaneously formed desiring to voyage to Ohio for Thanksgiving. Plane was to expensive. After minor dificulties, a father out on business volunteered to drive his daughter, two girls, and I as far as Indiana. Thirty hours later he was still driving as we met my grandparents. A long expected embrace. The last three hour leg to Deleware, OH.
Where I now rest.
Bell Choir.
I know my Father lives
1% battery.
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