It made me think a lot about my own "Gerry" and how much I miss him. Last September, I had the bulk of responsibility to orchestrate a fiesta for all the young single adult LDS(ages 18-30 y/o) in San Diego county. Oh man was that tremendously overwhelming, to say the least. I had to also cook about 85 lbs. of Pork and somehow turn that into ‘muy delicioso’ Carnitas. Driving over to the fiesta, an hour late, I started to break down from all the stress. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. Poor Gerry, he just listened to me splutter the most incoherent words known to man thru Noah’s ark tears. When I finally decided to come up for air he reassured me of all my wonderful qualities, skills and talents.
He’s done that a lot since…even up until the last time I talked to him. Still reassured me of my strengths and my capability of fulfilling my dreams. I’m grateful that I’ve had the blessing of Gerry come into my life and world and in turn make it a more pleasant place for me to enjoy.