How are you in retail speak

I haven't been traveling lately so no big opportunities to blog. However, I can't pass this one up.

I was at Office Depot last week to buy some tax forms that I had to have. I found some that I needed but could not find all of them. I went the check out counter and laid out my purchases. The kind lady at the register asked me if I had found everything. I answered her truthfully, that no, I had not found everything. I waited for her answer as she continued to ring my up. She asked me for my money, I paid and left. I guess she had been trained to ask me about my success but to her it was just like asking "how are you?" as a greeting.

I just had a chance to read Julia's blog about Grandpa Campbell. This being his birthday I have been thinking a lot about him, mainly about the last time I saw him alive.

It was a kind of crazy circumstance that took me to the Logan house twice on consecutive weekends. The first weekend Dad and I were there for a CSI shareholders' meeting. We arrived on a Thursday so that Dad could do officer reviews. I had contacted Lisette Miles to see if we could meet up and she told me "Joseph and his Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" was being presented at her theater. We asked Grandma if she would like to go and she said she did so we got tickets. That night it was looking doubtful that Grandpa and Grandma would go with us but the next thing I knew, here came Grandpa dressed in his suit. I don't know what kind of effort it had required to dress up in this way. He really enjoyed the performance and it was a wonderful evening. While Dad was at CSI Grandpa and I thoroughly discussed a lesson from whichever prophet we were studying that year (whichever one it was, it was the story of him testifying from the pulpit about the Prophet Joseph Smith and reaching his inactive brother.) I read it to Grandpa two times. Whenever I was with him, Grandpa instructed me and a lot of those instructions have stayed with me.

The following weekend I was there with David. Grandpa and Grandma met him and Grandpa told me he was a good man. My memory of that morning was of Grandpa helping Grandma put hot pads on Grandma's knees to help her out. He set the timer so they would stay on the right amount of time. He put on his coat and went out but I heard him shoveling and I went out to relieve him which he let me do. I left with David about noon and didn't return until about midnight. I was worried the minute I opened the door that they had waited up for me because all the lights were on but then I became conscious of Uncle Paul and Uncle Evan and Grandpa crying out in pain.

The next day we expected Grandpa to pass away and as I held his hand, his breathing was very irregular. I wondered if it would just stop all together. But, at one point he opened his eyes and asked me how the sealing had been the previous day (the reason for our trip was the sealing of David's adopted niece to her parents.) Grandpa was alway like that, paying most attention to spiritual things. I am so grateful for my heritage.