This is a picture of my grandma, Arlene Evans Brimley, and myself when I was just 4 months old. My grandma had just had surgery to remove her cancerous kidney and had not been able to hold me for a couple of weeks. Later that year, she passed away. Although the only way I remember her holding me is through looking at pictures, I feel her love in a variety of other ways. Each night I listen a variety of stories she recorded for me that were her favorites along with her testimony of the gospel. I feel like she continues to "mother" me. I feel her love daily even if she is not right beside me. I love her and miss her. I am grateful for the few months I had with her and I will cherish them forever.
Eliza Jane Elcock, 9 years old, Mesa, AZ