I’ve Been Forced to say Good-bye

Saying good-bye is not always a bad thing. Especially when it only invites clutter and chaos. In 1985 I was on my mission. It was my second Christmas in the mission field and my family decided to send me a tape and king size card with greetings from various friends and neighbors from my home ward. A 22X25 poster paper was purchased and folded in half. My family decorated the front with pictures which represented my personality – a picture of Baloo and Mowgli from Jungle Book (I love Disney’s animated version of that show) Ziggy , a picture of ceramic nativity set, trees and flower in bloom, dance shoes, real mountains ( Utah mountains , not the hills of Virginia where I served) the Salt Lake Temple, dolls, golden plates , scripture paintings , and musical icons. ...