Happy Birthday Grandpa!
So, today May 21, 2012 is my Grandpa Larson's birthday. My grandpa died when I was 7 years old and I loved him very much. I only had seven years with him (which is more than any other one of his grandkids) but I still remember a lot about him. Not only that but I constantly hear story after story of how "Leo Larson made such an impact and changed people's lives." When I took a college Psychology class at Dixie my professor was really good friends with my Grandpa and loved him to pieces. I am pretty sure that is the only way I got a good grade in that class (thank you Grandpa! haha). I know I haven't been very good at blogging but I was listening to a song that my friend Rachel and I arranged of "If the Savior Stood Beside Me" and "O My Father" (video below)and my grandpa just kept coming to mind. I sang "If the Savior Stood Beside Me" when I was 7 years old at his funeral and now everytime I hear the song I think of him and how "he is always near me though I do not see him there, and because he loves me dearly I am in his watchful care." There have been many times when I have felt my grandpa close to me, especially when I sing. I am so grateful for that.
Some memories I have of my Grandpa are first his disgusting saltine crackers he would ALWAYS eat. The actual cracker wasn't the gross thing it was the pound of butter that he would stack on top of the cracker before he ate it. He loved them though. I remember sitting on his bed a lot and drinking my juice while he drank his diet coke as we watched a Yankees game. To this day if you ask me what my favorite baseball team is I will say the Yankees, even though I don't remember the last time I have watched them play. I love them because my grandpa loved them. He would always have me draw pictures on his back too and that was like the greatest activity as a little five and six year old. My grandpa loved to hear me sing and perform. He would drive from Page to Kanab all the time to watch me perform. I always knew he was always so proud of me and loved me so much. He always pretended that the name McKenzie was to hard for him to say so he would always call me "Mac". I thought it was THE FUNNIEST thing when he would say that.
