I've been looking at this picture of us together lately. In it I'm almost 9 months old, a silly and happy baby, sticking out my tongue, playing with my daddy. Noticing how you are watching me in the photo, I can imagine how you must have felt. I am now at the same age you were when that photo was taken and I am a parent with my own silly, happy baby (who also loves to stick out his tongue). In your face I see a similar note of wonder, pride and love that I feel when I look at my son. Being a parent, I'm beginning to realize and appreciate all the hard work, love, sleepless nights, and creative effort it took to raise us all. Thank you for all you did and thank you for being my loving Abba. I miss you so very much. - Sara
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Hi Sara,
Extremely cool picture. Your father was an awesome guy. I spoke to him many times on the phone but only met him once. What a great guy he was. You are really lucky to have had a father like that. I hope you life is filled with his vision!
Sincerely Ron formally from Placerville.
Sara,
I Googled your dad today and was shocked to see he had passed in 2008.
I lived with you and your family in Laie from July-December 1976. I was a student of your dad's at BYU-H and, evidently, he thought enough of me that he invited me to move in for a while.
Kalani, who was about 12 at the time, will remember me, I am sure. As will your mother, Polly.
I babysat you (along with Kalani and Bobby) when your parents went out on a date or attended a function. The pic of you and Bill above was almost certainly taken in the living room of the Laie house. I seem to remember that piano, which I believe Polly played on from time to time.
He insisted I call him Bill, which was quite unconventional at BYU-H in those days. His approach to most things was somewhat outside of the prevailing academic and social culture there. I remember him saying prayers in Hebrew as we all sat around the table holding hands at mealtime. At Halloween, after I painted a monster face on myself and scared the hell out of the kids who came knocking, Bill wanted in on the fun and insisted I paint one on him, too. I remember that it was a zombie skull in black and white. This memory is quite vivid, even now.
He was always smiling, affable, larger than life. But at times, he seemed a little sad, like there was a wall he was hiding behind. I would never have noticed this had I not been living in the same house. And he always seemed so restless, looking ahead to something else.
He was one of the ten most memorable people I've met.
I have other little recollections of him I can share if you'd like.
My sincerest condolences,
Jon Williams (originally from Australia, now in Utah)
danceswithlizards@yahoo.com
(801) 374-9045
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