Here is poem that I wrote years ago,
but which should be amended after hearing Elder Holland's talk in Conference.
To Special Home Teachers
They came into a darkened home
and brought the sun,
and made it bright.
Each month returned
and brought the Son,
The Living Light.
Colleen Engh Stout
Maybe it should read, "And noting we were busy, said they would come back another time."
But then there was dad! He would tell me about his HT visits to several single sisters. He fixed their clogged drains, stoves, washers, dryers, sprinkler heads, oil leaks , blown shingles etc etc and only charged them for a few parts at wholesale, if necessary!
I well remember once when an un- named sister had put 5 # of raw but old hamburger meat down the disposal, and of course it would not work. He had to get up on her roof to use a tool or hose to dislodge it from the drain.
That was my wonderful husband and your dad and grandpa.
Maybe Home and Visiting Teachers should dress in work clothes.
Today is Oct. 4 and in 2013 it was his last week at home.
On the 8th he left by ambulance for the hospital---and never came home. On the 29th he left for his next, and pain-free, home. I miss him so much. Octobers will never be the same.
