One of the most beautiful things about living in Utah are the mountains. I just love them. Whether it is winter and they are covered in snow or in the fall when they are covered in colorful leaves they are awe inspiring.
Dad loved the mountains. He would always comment on how beautiful they were. He would often talk about the Pioneers making their way to a new home in the west and all the hours and miles they traveled. He would often comment on what they had to go through and spoke about the dead that were buried along the way. Dad always thought that the pioneers amongst others suffered so much hardship that we should always be grateful for what we were blessed with and for not having to go through those particular hardships.
During all of Dad's illness, he never complained. He just told us all we need to endure to the end. What a wonderful example he was to us and all he came into contact with. I will never forget that example. I just wish I could live up to it :)