When I left for my mission I wasn't sure I would get to see my Grandpa alive again. In my second interview with my mission president I had the overwhelming feeling that my grandpa was going to die while I was out. From then on I prepared myself for the day when I would hear that he passed. Then about a year after that when I had about four months left I had started to think that my grandpa was going to be there when I got home.Then one Monday my mission president called and asked us what we were doing and asked us to be home in about 15 minutes. My companion and I rode our bikes as fast as we could home. We hurried and cleaned a little bit and we were both wondering why he was coming to visit us.When President and Sister Lindsay showed up we were still both a little nervous. They came in we sat down and that is when I was told that my grandpa had passed away. I burst into tears, we talked about my grandpa, and then we had a prayer. The rest of the day was kind of a blur but I survived. It was a rough few months after that but I made it through and learned so much about myself. During that time I forgot myself and went to work, I worked harder during that time than I had up to that point in my mission. I am grateful for my companion who made me laugh during my time of sadness. It is also hard to believe that was about a year ago. I sure do miss my grandpa but I know he is in a better place.
